Forced

Chapter 1- Doll Face

I was forced, some might say shoved into this room. I've been locked in this warm dimly lit basement for three days now, thinking to myself will I ever escape?

As I lay on the dingy dark purple sofa curled up on the left side. I can feel my whole body tremble in fear, knowing there still watching me. Sweat and tires start to roll down my soft tan face, so before they notice I wipe them away. "There's nothing to be afraid of Eliza," a deep scratchy voice says over the intercom on the celling.

"Why don't you just kill me already," I say trying not to sound shaky

"Kill you? Now where's the fun in that? you know what I, I mean we want, so why don't you just give us what we want," he demands

"Never, you big creep!" I bark at him

"Fine, it's your call we can do this the fun way or the long and painful way. Your choice," he smirks through the intercom.

*A week earlier*

I was sitting on the ground leaned up against the garage door reading "The Maze Runner," while my mom pulled weeds outta are front yard. She's a tall slim woman with short brown hair and green gray eyes. I can't believe she's pulling weeds, I mean it's 100 degrees outside! We live in Bakers Field California for crying out loud! She's gonna pass out soon.

"Mom," I yell "you should go in side and rest you look like you might pass out!"

"But I-," I cut her off "Mom," I say with a straight face.

"Fine, I'll go take a break," she moans and walks inside the house, kicking off her shoes.

Okay I say to myself gotta finish this book before school tomorrow, but before I can look down at my book. A junky dark green truck comes crossing down the street with heavy metal blasting the speakers. Oh great, it's the Fosters I growl. They moved in about a mouth ago, just a block down the street from me. No parents to boss them around, just the 3 of them. Max was 18, with blond short hair and dark green eyes. Gabe was 17, with brown hair and sea blue eyes. Cliff was 16, with shaggy brown, blond streaked hair and light green eyes. They have another adopted 18 year old brother, but he moved out after a big fight they had. His name is Niall and he's the closest thing to a friend I've got.

As they pass by they slow down the truck, whistling at me as they do every-time I'm outside. "Go away!" I yell at them

"Whatever you say doll face!" Gabe yells back and steps on the gas, speeding down the street.

Uggggg, there so annoying! So I get up to annoyed to stay outside any longer. Close my book and go inside to get ready for school tomorrow.

^^^sorry it's so short! I am working on chapter 2, so it should be done sometime soon. I would love to hear your comments but if it's rude don't say anything please. Thank you for reading! Until next time (: