How I lost you

PART 6

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Brents point of view

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SLAM. She hit the desk with a ruler. Why was I forced to go to this school?

All that's been on my mind was Rose.. my parents.. and life.

"Brent, are you listening to me? I sure enough will call Tom if you keep acting this way and he sure as hell wouldn't be happy to hear this!" she screamed at me.

I put my head into my arms and thought more about it.

I've been gone for 16 weeks. This has gone too far, he made me go to this school because he couldn't give me back. He took my wallet, but bought me clothes.

The thing is I couldn't stop thinking about my only true love.. Rose.

I missed everything about her.

Her smile.

Her laugh.

Her voice.

Her everything.

The bell rang loud, it was Friday and tonight was my escape. I've already packed all my stuff and I've found my phone where I can call Rose to pick me up, I knew she would do it, she's probably terrified that I'm gone.

I took the bus and when I got home Toms car wasn't here so I got enough time to get my phone and call Rose.

I searched everywhere.. until finally I found it. It was in his dresser.

I turned it on and called Rose.

"message mb20 the number you have called is not available."

"I'm not giving up.. I'm not giving up." I kept repeating it to myself. I called my mom.

"Please enter your social security number to get to this call." he shut off my phone.. how?

I threw it at the floor. I wouldn't ever get out of here.

"God dammit boy, what are you doing in here?!" he screamed at me. I jumped. "What the hell do you think your going to get away with?" he walked over to me and hit me. He punched me in the stomach, slapped me, and dragged me to my 'room.' I was afraid. Too afraid. "Don't ever come into my room again!" he was like a child.

I flipped off the door like he was standing there. I wiped my face. My hands were full of blood. I started to breath hard and I coughed up blood.

"I hate you." I whispered. I've never really talked that much in these four months, I've been pretty strong about it, never cried. Just sat. Thought I would have been out of here by now. Before he took my wallet I had a picture of me and her in it I always had.. it was in a key chain. But luckily it hooked to my pants.

I looked at it hard.

I didn't cry.

I just felt empty.

Rose was everything I thought about every day. My family too. I was a 17 year old being held hostage at some man's house. When would he let me go? When I'm 18? Or never. I gave up on the thinking. I just sat on bed that was firm. The white paint had faded over the years that was painted on the bars.

Only thing to think about was what Rose was thinking about.