No way out

No child

The only way I could tell if it was day or night, was the light the crept through the lock in the door. It was the 31st or December. I knew that because I had drawn myself a calendar on the wall with a piece of chalk I found on the floor. It was New Year's Day. Tomorrow is the start of a new year, 2001, a year that took a whole new meaning to me. I searched through all the junk that filled the floor, trying to find something useful, something to entertain me. I found nothing of use.

It's been almost a week now. I've had a total of two meals and I've stayed in the same clothing since Christmas Day. I'm wearing a red jumper with a rain deer on it and blue jeans. I've considered changing clothes into the ones on the floor, but they smell disgusting.
Phil walked in with an Ice Cream from a fast food restaurant and a cardboard box.
"I thought you might be hungry". He walked towards me, leaving the door open a bit. That excited me for a moment. My heart raced as I thought of the possible ways to get out of here.

He handed me the ice cream.
"Thank you" I smiled. When I thought about it, obedience is probably one of the only things going to keep me alive.
"I told my mother about you" he smiled as he watched me eat.
"What did you tell her?" I kept one eye on the door.
"I told her I have a girl, and I want her too meet you" he looked down at his feet.
I've come to the realisation that he has a very childlike personality, but also has a temper.

"And what did she say?"
"She said she would love to meet you"
We sat quietly for a few moments as he watched me eat the vanilla ice cream that was as cold as the day was.
"What's in your box?" I asked.
"Oh, it's a new sweat shirt for you to wear" he picked up the box and opened it. He seemed very excited it to give it to me. He took out the shirt and handed it to me.
"You might find this a little warmer".
"Thank you". His kindness confused me.
Why is he being so nice to me.

"Why are you keeping me in a cold shed, only feeding me when you feel like it, and then talking to me as if you haven't taken me from my parents" an unexpected tear flown down my face.
"I can't believe your being so ungrateful about all I've done for you!" He stood up sharply.
I laid back on the couch in fear.
"Bitch" he leaned over me and striked me in the face. The first time I've ever been violently hit. I held my face in shock as I stared at him walk away.

"Wait!" I cried. I know he wasn't the best company, but he was my only company. He ignored me and left, slamming the door behind him.

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February:

About a month and a half had passed. Days were very similar. He'd only feed me every second day. He hadn't been violent with me since New Years. And he hasn't done much talking to me since that day. I think he's been mad with me. It's getting harder and harder as the days go by, my parents on my mind everyday. They must be even more confused than I am, they must miss me as much as I miss them. But I don't want them to be too worried about me, I mean, I want them to keep looking for me and find me. I just don't want them worrying to much.

Phil came in again, with a bag in his hand. "Here, put this on". He handed me a pretty dress.
"Why?"
"Because your meeting my mom today. Put it on". He stood there and looked at me waiting for my movement.
"Uhm could you turn around" I asked shaking.
"No. And would you hurry up please, she's inside waiting".
The fact that he wanted to watch me undress, scared me to my core. The only person that has seen me with no clothes on was my mom.

I slowly took off my clothes, trying my best to show as little as possible while he stood with his arms crossed, examining my body.
When I was dressed and had goose bumps all over because the shivers that crawled their way around me, were uncontrollable.
"Let's go" he put out his palm waiting for me to hold his hand. The dress felt soft against me. It was a loose red dress. Not something I would choose to wear when meeting someone knew. It was a small bit revealing, like something I've never worn before, but something I've seen girls on T.V wear.