The Box for Me

Chapter 5

"Ergh" I groaned. I felt another poke to the cheek and sat straight up. "I'm up!" I shouted into the face that was not my aunt. I realized I was in a tree and panicked. Falling from he branch to the ground.

"Wow, you really are not a morning person are you?" Trevor laughed, he jumped from the branch down next to me. My face was face first in a pile of dirt.

"Not much" I mumbled to the ground. I rolled over to see Trevor crouched down next to me, chuckling behind his hand. I groaned and slowly got up. I hear several things crack but other then that I was okay. "So, where to first. Breakfast?" I said while grabbing two packs of strawberry pop tarts out of my bag. I handed on to Trevor as he gaped at the silver package, eyes wide. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

"no..." He gulped "It's just, I never had pop tarts only porridge, mushy porridge."

"Well... Happy birthday!" I cried. He glared at me and started to tear the package off, only getting half way when he started to swallow the pop tart down. I giggled and ate mine.

After our meal of 13 packages of pop tarts, I only had 1 we headed off. He had a camera and I had a cell phone, we would record what they do here, show the police and get help. It was the perfect plan, we just, couldn't get caught.

We got to the door, which was not guarded. Trevor told me where all the guards are and where to hide. The front doors were never guarded because of stupid reasons he didn't even know. I smiled and slowly opened the door, revealing a dark wooded building. It smelled disgusting, like a dead animal and pain.  I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"This is where my sister is?" I whispered, he nodded. Oh god.

I followed Trevor down the hall, where he said most stuff happens. We arrive in a huge dining room, which happens to be emptied. The table is so huge, it would fit 100 people if you wanted it too. Trevor went towards a little buffet table, that I didn't even notice. He went under the table cloth covering the bottom of the table. I did the same, under the table it was dirty. Food covered the place, but Trevor didn't seem to mind. I looked at him, his eye were dark. I couldn't read what he was feeling, maybe he had no emotions. Maybe this life took away everything he had that we could label as feelings.

A loud whistle made me snapped out of my thoughts. I heard cries, pleas and moans fill the room. I peeped out and saw girls  fill the room, each had a huge guy behind them. Some had the same emotionless eyes as Trevor and some we crying, or screaming. They were loud, and scary. Some had scars and cuts, bruises, pain. They all had pain, all were scared, emotions or not. I was even scared, my heart thumping so loud I was sure Trevor could hear it.

"Sad, isn't it?" Trevor whispered. I nodded my head and a tear went down my cheek.

"Where is my sister?" I said, wiping my eyes.

"Wait."

A man came walking out of the room, smiling big. "Hello girls"

"Hello" Every girl said, sadly.

A woman, about 20 or so came walking out. Out of all the girls, she looked the worst. Her hair was gray, she was so skinny I could see her bones. Her skin was a grayish and she looked so hurt. She looked around the room, stopping at the buffet table. She had cuts and bruises, scars and all the works. The man took her hand and made her sit, next to the chair he sat in.

"I-is t-that h-her?" I stutter. I look to Trevor who nods with sad eyes. My sister is that lady. She looks nothing like the pictures, he brown hair is now a gray and her eyes that were so bright are dull. I was going to kill that man for hurting her like this. I will kill anyone who her hurt.

I brought out my phone and turned on the camera, switching to video I started to film. Tons of maids fluttered out of the kitchen with the oatmeal of death. Serving each girl, even Lilly. All the men got a meal fit for a king, including chicken, mash potatoes and gravy, carrots and apple sauce. One of the maids tripped while placing meals and spilled the carrots on one of the men, he growled as she cried that she was sorry.

The man picked her up by her hair, her screams filled the huge room. He punched her several times in the face, he had rings on so it made it more painful. Her begging for him to stop tortured my ears. He then pulled out a pocket knife, going in slow motion in my vision stabbing her in the stomach, the blood. Oh the blood. It flew out of her like a water fountain. He threw her to the ground as other maids gathered around him, cleaning the mess made in hell. I clicked the stop button on my phone. I looked to Trevor.

He just killed her. That man, mercifully killed that girl because she spilled carrots on her. Carrots! They don't even stain. I started to go into hysterics and bawl. I curled up in to a little ball and just started to sob. Choking on my own cries. Trevor panicked and tried calming me down. It didn't help. How can one do that? Take a life and not even think about it. Just ignore the maids cleaning up the blood and smell. I cried louder, drawing in attention.

The man next to Lilly got up. Heading for the table. I stopped sobbing when I realized what was going on. We couldn't get out of here. We couldn't run. We couldn't just sit here either.

"Trevor" I whispered. I handed him the phone. "Act like you caught me, okay? Then run and turn this into the police"

"No." He mumbled.

"I wasn't asking." He seemed to get it and put me into a choke hold. I cough and started to cry again, sobbing louder. Trevor pulled me out from under the table. Revealing me to the crowd, the man stopped and stared at me.

"I found this girl, running away." Trevor said, fake venom leaking from his voice. He threw me over to the man.

He grabbed me around the waist, pulling me towards him. "What a pretty little flower." He smiled. "What is your name, little flower?" He smiled even wider.

"I-its" I stopped to think, tell this man my real name or not. "My name is July" I frowned.

"July?!" Lilly screeched.