Don't Look in the Basement

Chapter 7

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     I was staring up at the ceiling counting the lines and cracks that ran across it. I was doing anything to keep my mind busy from thinking about what was going to happen to me and my family. I needed to remain calm even though more then anything I wanted to break down. I tried to comfort myself with the fact that I possibly could still be rescued. My mom and dad wouldn't stop until I was found. I told myself that my dad and Dr. Zedler had only been knocked unconscious and had not been seriously injured. They were okay,they had to be.

        When I couldn't stand staring at the ceiling any longer,I stared at the clock that was across the room. The time read three twenty. If I was in school right now like I should have been,I would have  been in 5th hour U.S. AP History with Becky and Chandler. I had known them both since we were toddlers and had never spent more then a week apart from them in my entire life. We had always been there for each other and it was awful to think that I might never see them again. Today was Friday,the last day before winter break. Tomorrow I was supposed to go snowboarding with them. But now when I tried to picture the snow on the slopes,all I could think about was that blizzard last night. Walking step after excruciating step.

   I got up off of the bed and started to pace around the room. I stopped at the mirror again and looked at my neck. The bruise that had been there earlier had vanished completely. It was hard accepting the fact that vampires existed. I wondered how my parents had discovered them in the first place. For a split second I couldn't help but feel a stab of betrayal. Maybe I never really knew my parents as well as I thought I had.

   I was still in shock over my encounter with Dominic. In some ways he was more frightening then Jacob. "I can be worse then Jacob. Much worse."  Every time I thought of him I kept hearing him repeat that same sentence over and over.  I was still wondering why he became furious when I made the assumption that Jacob was his brother. If he hated him so much why didn't he just leave? It didn't make sense. Then again maybe he didn't have a choice like me. Maybe he was being forced to stay. But why?  I just hoped that I hadn't angered him to the point of losing whatever freedom I was going to be allowed. I needed that freedom to look for a way out.

   I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I also made sure it was securely locked.  Walking over to the shower,I turned the water on as hot as it would go. A few moments later I stepped into the steam and let the hot water cascade down around me. I was careful not to stay in too long because I was worried that uninvited guests could barge in at any moment. I just needed the few minutes to collect my thoughts and get clean. After stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in one of the towels and ran my fingers through my hair to get rid of the tangles. Slowly I unlocked and opened the bathroom door to make sure nobody else was in the room. I saw that the coast was clear and noticed something on the bed.

 Walking over I saw that it was a gingham dress like something Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz would be wearing. This dress though had black and white print with a blunt neckline and a black bow around the waist. I hardly ever wore dresses in my life. Just one look at this one made me want to burn it. For the moment it would have to do. At least it was clean, unlike my pajamas which were torn at the shoulders and stained with dirt and blood.So quickly I slipped it on. It fell over my knees. Dominic must have slipped it in while I had been in the shower along with black pair of ballet flats and a platter of food on the ground by the door. The shoes were half a size too big and slipped easily off of my feet,so I left them off and preceded to eat a cold chicken sandwich followed by a glass of milk. Then I noticed the hastily scrawled note.