I Don't Trust You... (JR) BOOK 1

Chapter 28

Zoe's POV:

~~~Flashback: 6 years old~~~

Daddy and mommy are mad at me again. Or rather, mommy is mad and daddy doesn't care. Did I do something wrong?

Mommy took away my stuffed animals, my coloring books and my galaxy sheets. She said only good girls can have those things.

   She also stopped reading me bedtime stories. Only when the people with the funny cameras and suits come in and ask mommy questions does she only pay attention to me. Is it because mommy didn't get the part for the movie? Daddy said it was because the camera people kept taking pictures of me instead of mommy.

   Does mommy hate me?

    My thoughts are interrupted by light footsteps walking towards me room. They stop right outside my door. I quickly close my eyes and lay down on my sheet less bed, scared that it's mommy coming to yell at me for being up.

   The door creeks open, slowly letting light fill my dark room. "Zoe? Are you awake?"

   I feel my small body start to shake uncontrollably as daddy's deep voice crosses over to me in my empty room. I curl my feet close to my chest, curling myself into a small ball as he steps further into my room and shuts the door behind him. My room is back to pitch black.

   I hear his light, yet heavy, footsteps come closer to me and stop at the edge of the bed, my back facing him. I can feel his body heat, just inches away from me. Yet I still feel cold.

Daddy said he would never hurt me. So did mommy. But, they lied to me. I know that now. I don't trust them anymore...

I close my eyes tightly when I feel the bed dip as he lays behind me. As soon as his hand touches my shoulder, the tears start to fall.

~~~Still Flashback: 12 years old~~~

    It's funny how you can live with someone and know them since your birth, yet you don't know a single thing about them. Or, in this case, what they're capable of.

They sold me. They really sold me. My actress of a mother and my lawyer of a dad. They sold me. They sold me. And for what?

Money.

   Pathetic excuse, right?

   I shake my head and look around at my new "home". Or, should I say prison cell? I was literally in a room that looked like it was made of stone. The only thing I had, that was supposed to be my bed, was a flat stone table that was connected to the wall and being held up by two chains.

There where three windows in my room. One was above my "bed" and it had metal bars. I could see the full moon coming from between them as I gaze into the starless sky. The other one was on the door, leading into the hallway. I could see other cell-like rooms across from mine. The third window, if I can even call it that, was on the wall. It wasn't really big. It was rectangle and about as wide as from one side of my eye, to the other side of my other eye. I didn't know what it led to, not until I heard something shuffling on the other side. I didn't pay much attention to it because I was too busy thinking about how much I can take in this world.

   "Hey, you knew here?"

   I frown a bit. Now I'm hearing voices. I let out a humorless chuckle and close my eyes.