Hold True

Chapter 7

I haven’t read this I just typed it.  I’m sure there are mistakes.  I’ll fix them when I edit it.  I hope you like.

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There were plenty of bruises and scrapes all over, but the wounds that hurt the most were the deep cuts from the whip on my back.  The scabs on those weren’t the same color as the scabs on the designs, they were more of a reddish brown than a purple. Around all the wounds I could see old scars that were a whitish color and new scars that were more of a purple.

I could see flaws everywhere and they made me hate Sir even more, which I didn’t think was possible.

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Carefully slipping my white gown on again I wondered if Sir would ever find me.  Was he looking for me now?  Did he send me here?  I wish I knew, I hate not knowing.

There was a soft knock on the door and I remembered Elliot was out there. “Are you ok in there?” He hollered through the door.

I slipped the gown over my shoulders and answered. “Yes you can come back in.”

Looking to the door as Elliot strolled in I noticed that he didn’t seem to be afraid of anything.  He might be young, but he was brave.  He acted as if nothing bad has never happened to him.  

Elliot flopped onto the bed, “I’m hungry, are you?”

I looked down and placed my hand on my stomach.  I couldn’t remember the last time I ate. Sir didn’t like to waste too much food on me, he gave me a few slices of bread a week.  I was able to drink all the water I wanted only because there was a crack in the ceiling of my cell and there was always a small stream of water flowing down the wall.  

“I should be.” I replied looking up and into Elliot’s curious gaze.

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”

I looked at the wardrobe not wanting to look in his eyes and admitted. “I don’t remember when I last ate.”

“How can you not remember eating.”  He wondered. “I remember every time I eat.” He added proudly.

I smiled at him and wished I could remember everything I ate., well before Sir took me.  I closed my eyes to try to remember something I used to eat.  The only thing I could remember was spaghetti.  I squeezed my eyes closed, no I did not want to remember spaghetti. What I saw when I remembered it was my mother dead on the kitchen floor and my father’s headless body.

I tried to think of some other food but couldn’t. “It’s been so long.”  I admitted raising my hands to my face I rubbed my eyes.

“Well lets go get something to eat.  You look like you need it.” Elliot said sliding off the tall bed.  

I stayed where I was as Elliot passed me on his way to the door. He turned and looked at my clothes. “You should change.” He said eyeing my white gown.  

“I don’t have anything.” I admitted.

“Hm, Well there should be something in the wardrobe.”  He walked back to me and gently grabbed my arm.  He lead me to the other side of the bed and to the wardrobe.  When he opened it I was surprised to see dresses.  Beautiful dresses in every color. “I can’t where those.” I stated.

Elliot frowned at me. “Why not?”

“They’re not mine...And they’re too pretty for me.”  I confessed looking to the ground.

“They were made for you.”  He proudly said.

I looked back to him with a question on my face. “Who would make me something so beautiful?”