the captured red hibiscus flower (editing)

Zack

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           It has been two years since I last saw Zack. It was sad to see him go that day and oh did I miss him he is a great brother. I was 13 now. And things have been ok the past couple years I think Larry was actually cutting me some slack by not beating me every day. All they made me do was clean, cook and send me to bed after I was finished.  Even though I was deprived of sunlight and fresh air.i prefered this way of living. I think the reason Larry cut back on my beatings was because he wanted my bruises to heal before he went at it again. I was thankful he was letting the bruises heal, but I knew that once I made a mistake the nice life would come to an end.

           I was making breakfast one day, eggs, hash browns, and hot fresh coffee just the way they liked it. I was bringing out the coffee   when I tripped and the coffee spilt all over Margret's hand she screamed in pain then scowled at me. Larry shot me a dirty look as he helped Margret up, he yelled "GET INTO THAT ATTIC NOW!!!!!!!!!! I WILL DEAL WITH YOU WHEN I GET BACK. I have to take Margret to the hospital to get cream for her burn that YOU CAUSED. BRAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I nodded as he walked out the front door with Margret. I heard him turn the alarm on so nothing would come in or out. I obeyed Larry and ran straight to the attic and I feared what Larry would do I just knew it wouldn't be good. I sat there dreading when Larry would come back home.

          It had only been 20 minutes and I heard the front door open. I knew Larry was home, I gulped and feared what Larry would do this time. 2 minutes later Larry opened the door and slammed the door shut. In his hand I saw a jug he set it down the floor as he tied me to the pole then he shoved smelly socks into my mouth and then he slapped tape over my mouth. An evil smirk crept up on his face, he grabbed the jug that he had set on the floor then faced me "you're going to pay for burning Margret." I gulped and shook with fear which made him laugh mechanically. he took the jug and poured its contents on me, I saw steam as it made contact with my skin. I tried to scream but the socks muffled any sound tears filled my eyes the pain was excruciating. Larry kept laughing he was twisted.

He waited ten minutes before he untied me and took me to the hospital where I was given ointment for my burn. We walked into Margret's room where she was staying. Margret glared at me she was furious she looked to Larry and said "I want that little brat to suffer like I did" Larry grabbed my sore arm and held it out for Margret to see, he smiled "she did see, and I gave her one extra burn just for fun. Oh and this cream is medicated to help her burn heal, but im letting you use it instead" I meekly asked "may I use it please when my burn hurts?" they looked at me and at the same time said "no" and then they started laughing  then Larry drove us home but it felt more like a prison than home. I walked inside and Margret ran into the garage to grab something, she shortly came back with a dog kennel I was confused did they have a dog? But then again I never saw a dog running around here, and the cage was barley large enough to fit me in it that was when I realized it they were going to cram me into the dog kennel.

Then Larry grabbed a giant metal chain he wrapped it around the dog kennel and tied a knot then Larry told me to go and get the ladder I said "yea no thanks" he shook his head and grabbed my arm "if you don't go and get the ladder and the rope you'll be sorry" I replied "no I won't. because you're going put me in the cage" just then Margret came in from the garage "Larry never mind her I've got the stuff. but before we put her up there how about giving her a beating?" Margret sugested as she blasted country music. Larry nodded. I ran away from them and down the hallway but Margret tackled me within seconds. and suddenly I had my wrists being bound together with rope behind my back, then I was pulled over into the kitchen and tied to the fridge door, I couldn't do anything but open and close the fridge door in a frantic way to try and escape. They left me there for a moment as they grabbed the ladder and attached the opposite end of the chain to a pulley system on the ceiling. Then they came back for me they took turns beating me.