"How was your little nap, sleeping beauty?" Brendon appeared suddenly.
I didn't answer. He started to walk toward me, and kneeled down to my level. I spat in his face, causing him to slap me.
"Feisty one, I see. Well, we're going to have to fix that...
My eyes fluttered open, and I saw where I was the night before. My neck was still hurting, and it was getting even harder to breathe. I was so hungry. Starving. I haven't eaten in god knows how long.
And Dallon. I really hope he is okay, somehow.
I have gotten so sick of being in here. It's been about a few months and nobody is looking for me. How? Doesn't my family care about me? I started trying to get out of the collar by grabbing and pulling. It only made the pain worse. I was getting frustrated. I wanted to leave, and get Dallon help. I just wanted to get out.
On the verge of tears, I smelled some food being cooked in the kitchen. My stomach growled loudly. I heard stairs creaking, and the door unlock. The door handle turned slowly, revealing a very smiley Brendon.
"Are you hungry? I made some grilled cheese" He smiled.
As much as I wanted to say yes, I couldn't. He could have drugged it. I couldn't take any chances.
"Oh, no thanks. I'm not hungry, but thanks anyway" I looked down.
"Well, okay. I just came to check on you" He set the food down on the floor and walked toward me.
He kneeled down to my level, and cupped my face in his hands. I looked into his light chocolate eyes.
"Baby girl, I am so, so sorry for everything I have done to you. I feel so bad. I didn't want this to happen, even if it seems like it. I love you, I really do" Tears welled in both of our eyes.
"Can you give me another chance? Please?" He pleaded.
"Okay. Fine, one more chance" As much as I didn't want to give him another chance, I had to. If I wanted to get out of this hellhole, I needed to gain as much of his trust back as I could. And I mean, he was irresistible. But not as irresistible as Dallon though..
Brendon grabbed a key out of his back pocket, and unlocked my collar. It was such a relief to have that off and to actually breath for once. After he unlocked my collar, he stood up, and held his hand out.
I took his hand, and he lifted me up. My legs wobbled, and I almost fell, but I managed to walk on my own.
"Oh! Here are some clothes I picked up. Go take a shower and clean up. Come see me in the living room when you're done" He kissed my forehead, and descended the stairs. Why was he being so nice all of a sudden?
I walked to the bathroom, and locked the door. I set the clothes on the counter, and peeled my clothes off. I pulled the hair-tie and bobby pin out of my hair, putting it in the clothing pile that I was making.
I looked into the big mirror. I didn't recognize who I was. I was even skinnier than when I was in the basement, I could clearly see my ribs, there was barely any fat on my body, and my eyes were red and puffy from crying last night. My neck was raw and severely bruised, and hurt a lot. I decided to just take a nice hot shower instead of crying over everything once again.
I got into the shower, turned on the hot water, and tried to wash every negative thing Brendon did to me off. I still can't believe that he wants a second chance when he wanted to kill me that night. And basically every night. I mean, he held a gun to my head. Hell, he even shot Dallon! who knows what he'll do to me.
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After I was done, I quickly turned the water off, and grabbed two towels. I wrapped one around my hair, and dried myself off with the other. Quickly, I put the clothes Brendon gave to me on. I'm not gonna lie, he had a good taste in fashion.
Then, I towel dried my hair, grabbed a brush, and brushed all the tangles out of it. I put my hair into a fishtail braid in the back of my head, and made sure to tuck that bobby pin far into my hair, just in case there were any openings for me to escape. For once in a long time, I actually looked somewhat decent.
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When I was done getting dressed, I headed out of the bathroom, and started making my way to the living room. I walked down the hallway, and descended the stairs. When I got all the way down, Brendon was sitting on the couch watching the news. I looked up, and what I heard made me so happy.
"Seventeen year old Scarlet Wood has been declared missing for more than two months now. She was last seen walking to school on a Thursday morning. Officials are trying their best to figure out her kidnapper as we speak. If you have any information at all, please contact police immediately. But in the meantime, here is Scarlet's mother, Brooklyn."
My mom showed on the screen. Her blonde hair slicked back into a low ponytail. Her favorite style. The makeup she wore was slightly smudged, and mascara went down her cheeks as tears fell. Her eyes had dark circles around them, and were red and puffy from crying. She looked horrible.
"I-I just want m-my baby back. If someone k-knows what happened to my daughter, please call t-the police. Scarlet, honey, If you are by any chance s-seeing this, I just wanted to let y-you know that I-I love you and that we are g-going to find you okay? Just h-hang in ther-" Brendon flipped through channels, cutting my mom off.
"Hey, wanna watch a movie?" His sweet voice causing me to melt.
"Yeah, sure." I agreed.
I walked over to the couch, and sat down. He wrapped his arm around me, and scooted me closer to him. He chose a random movie, and played it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and put my head on his shoulder, causing him to look at me, and smile lovingly.
