the captured red hibiscus flower (editing)

why me?

          I gulped and obeyed him who knows what he could do, he grabbed my hand pulling me up some stairs until we came to an attic it was dusty and cluttered and it smelt so awful. He pushed me into a pole I slid to the floor in pain which was what he wanted because he quickly grabbed rope and tied my to the pole the whole time I was sitting there picturing the red mark evidently on my my back now.

         Larry laughed at me then he taped my mouth shut. An evil smirk crossed his face then he began to beat me for what seemed like forever and when he finally stopped I was in so much pain. As soon as I stopped concentrating on the pain I noticed a mirror nearby and was afraid to see what I looked like and chose not to look, but Larry forced my face in that direction and analyzed myself over, I had bruises and a bleeding lip. Larry laughed "goodnight. have fun sleeping here" and with that he left.

          I looked over towards the mirror again, I didn't bother looking at my reflection, I looked up above the mirror, oh, and guess what? a clock. I rolled my eyes, Does, this guy have an odd clock fetish? I sighed then I tried to sleep, but It was very uncomfortable to sleep tied to a pole, so I just stared at the clock watching the minute hand go a'round. I stared blankly at the clock zoning out, Until I fell asleep which seemed to take forever.

The next morning,

     Larry untied me from the pole and took the tape off my mouth. He instructed me to help Zack with the chores. I didn't say a word because I was still confused about why Larry was picking on me, and not Zack. I knew it was wrong to think like that but I was wondering what I did wrong.

           With Larry gaze on me I gulped and quickly joined Zack to help with the long list of chores. This time we passed our inspection. Before I knew it, I had relaxed for a total of fifteen minutes or so, before dinner time rolled around. Margret called to us, Alexis, Zack, make us dinner. If you do a good job you may eat, but if you fail to please us, then you won't be allowed to eat dinner." She flashed a nasty grin then Zack asked "what is it you want us to make for you?" Margret scoffed "something good. I don't care as long as it meets our satisfaction" Zach and I nodded.

       After arriving in the kitchen I looked around and then looked to Zach. "What should we make?" He shrugged grabbing a recipe book, he flipped through pages and smiled finding an easy recipe. "Grilled cheese looks simple enough.

      Twenty minutes passed and we served Larry and Margret their food. Larry looked at the meal he said "mmm okay, grilled cheese and hot coffee. good enough." Dinner luckily for us was accepted so we were allowed to eat.

       As we were eating, the table was bumped causing Zack's coffee to tilt and spill, my plate almost fell too but I caught it before it fell onto the floor. Margret stood up "Alexis! clean that up." I looked at her confused and raised my eyebrow "that's not fair, you should clean it up because you bumped the table." Larry then stood up offended "how dare you make such an accusation like that? you have no proof that my lovely wife would do that!"

Margret said "I believe I told you to clean it up so do it now and don't you sass me girl" I said "but it's not fair" she stared at me angrily then she walked up to me and slapped me three times "did I ask you if it was fair or not?" I hung my head and quietly said "no, sorry I'll clean it up" Larry still standing said "what I can't hear you SPEAK UP" I repeated what I had just said then got down on my hands and knees and started cleaning the mess. But then Zack spoke up and said "it was my plate that spilt let me clean it up it's not right to make her clean my mess." I stood up "done" Margret said "nope now mop the floor." I went to the supply closet and grabbed a mop. The Zack said "let me mop for her she already cleaned my mess." He grabbed another mop to help but Larry grabbed him and dragged zack to the bathroom he pushed him in and locked the door.