He could be the one

H.C.B.T.O 10

Sydney

I have been sitting tied to this chair in this cold, dark room for what feels like months. It's about the size of a master bedroom.

It has 1 window but it's blocked with a huge piece of metal. There is a twin sized bed in the corner and a small bathroom with no door next to it.

I've had some time to think while sitting here. Before I came, my mom and I was talking. She was telling me how sorry she is for kicking me out. I never thought I would forgive her but I did. The look in her eyes let me know she was telling the truth.

The door opened letting a little bit of light in. I looked up and saw two people walking towards me. When they got closer, it was Keisha and Monica.

"Aww you look so helpless and pitiful. " Keisha said touching my face.

"Don't touch me" I said back away from her hand.

"That's all you have to say? You were talking a whole bunch of shit at the beach. Talk that shit now" she said slapping me.

I looked down at my lap and seen blood dripping into my lap. I looked up at Keisha and spit on her then smirked. She trying to fight me when I'm tied to a chair just shows what person she really is.

She wiped my spit off her face and swung on me making me fall. Monica held her back and calmed her down. Keisha left the room and Monica came and lifted me back up. She looked at me, and I saw tears run down her face.

"I'm sorry this is happening to you, Sydney" she said kneeing down in front of me.

I didn't say anything, just looked at her.

She left the room leaving me alone.

I started thinking about Keyshawn. I know he wouldn't want me to cry right now. He always told me to stay strong and don't let anyone see you cry.

I then thought about Damian. Seeing him right now would make me forget about everything. All he has to do is smile at me and tell me everything will be ok. I drifted off to sleep thinking about the one's I love.

"Wake up baby" I heard what sounded like Damian. I smiled to myself thinking it was all a dream, and I was home with my baby.

"Damian" I said

I felt something hit me across my face hard. I looked up and saw Jordan standing there.

"You love pissing me off, don't you?" he asked kneeling in front of me.

I didn't answer him. I've learned to not say anything, just listen. He began telling me how much he loved me and how sorry he is for putting his hands on me. I didn't really care.

"How long have I been in here?" I asked him .

"This marks day 8 sweetie." he said smiling at me.

8days... I haven't eaten in 8days, haven't showered in 8days, been sitting here for 8 days.

"Can you get me something to eat? " I asked.

"Anything for you baby." he said. He called someone and told them to bring down some McDonald's and a sprite. After he got off the phone, he just stood there staring at me smiling. I stared at him in disgust.

The room door opened again and in walked ....my mom?

What the fuck?

"Here you go baby" she said handing the food to Jordan. She was smiling at him, then went in and kissed him. They were having a full blown make out session in my face. I don't know what happen but I threw up.

Jordan walked up to me and wiped my mouth for me.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked

"I thought you were hungry" he said raising an eyebrow at me.

" I am, but now I have to pee." He just looked at me. "You gon let me go or keep looking at me like I'm not speaking English? " I was getting pissed off forreal.

He untied me, and made me strip down to my bra and panties. "Why" I asked but didn't get an answer.

I walked to the bathroom. I peed, then washed my hands and face. I rinsed out my mouth and looked at my face in the mirror.

My lip was swollen, and my eye was beginning to turn black. I looked down at my body and found a few bruises on my arms, stomach and thighs.

I sighed and walked out to find the room empty and my clothes were gone also. I sat on the bed and began eating.

I started thinking of a way to get away. There was no way out this room, and leaving thru the front door isn't a choice.

I walked up the blocked window and started pulling at the piece of metal. I kept pulling as hard as I can but it was screwed in the wall.

If I wanted to get out of here, I only have one choice. I picked the lock with a bobby pin I had In my hair and opened the room door, and was hit with the smell of weed.

I slowly walked down the hall leading into the front of the house. I pushed myself against the wall, and moved along it slow. I peeked past the wall to find nobody in the living room, but the t.v was on with all the lights off.

My heart was beating so hard, I thought someone was going to hear it. I slowly walked towards the door and turned it slow.

I cracked open the front door, and looked outside. The sun seemed to be coming up, so It had to be early in the morning around 5 or 6.

I saw 3 cars out front, a all black van with a licence plate number that seemed custom made because it was my moms birthday, 9021972 and also had a huge crack in the front window, a green Honda that had black rims, and then a blue BMW.

I stepped outside and instantly began shaking. Once both my feet were outside, I cleared it. I began running as if my life depended on it, well it did.

As I was running, I heard people yelling after me but I didn't look back, I kept running. I was looking at my surroundings and knew exactly where I was. I was about 7 blocks from Keyshawn trap house. I don't know if anyone is there but it wouldn't hurt to go find out.

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Keisha and Monica?

That apology??

Her mom showing her true colors...

Run forrest, run.. lol I'm dumb