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CHAPTER X: HIDING ROOM

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I'm awakened by a soft voice.

"I love you," a voice behind me said. I listen for the direction of the echo.

I quickly look around to see my new environment, different from the room I was in before. I am in a sunflower meadow, surrounded with flowers that dance in rhythm with the gusts of wind. No buildings in sight, just bright green trees, envy with delight as the branches sway to meet my gaze.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Startled, I jumped back and listened for the soft smooth tune of the stranger's quiet voice.

"My beautiful baby."

I hear the voice to my left and shift slightly to meet the eyes of the angelic voice. At first I thought I would be looking at Jess, but this wasn't any guy.

"What are you doing here?"

"I love you Angelìa with all my heart."

"Mom, please tell me what's happening. I know you're not really here. This is a dream. You're dead. I never want to see you again!"

"I miss you. You were such a bad baby," a smile creeps across her disgusting face, "You shit in your pants like the stupid little bitch that you are."

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!"

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JESS POV:

She's been screaming all night. After yesterday, she hasn't even lifted a finger. I brought her away from the playroom, I honestly didn't want to hurt her, but I knew Mr. Douglas would be watching through the cameras.

We are both in my bedroom, her on my bed, myself on the couch. I've just been watching her toss and turn throughout the day. She keeps muttering words that are too jumbled up for me to hear. Although, I took notice in two words that stood out very clearly.

Mom and head.

I still haven't quite put the pieces of the puzzle together, but I've been waiting for more words to be understandable enough for me to comprehend what she is trying to say.

I envy at her peacefulness as she sleeps. I never get a good night sleep. The yelling and complaining of my father takes up all good vibes running through my mind. It's like my soul is trying to speak to me but I can't quite make out the message. I am no good at figuring out things.

I guess that's why my father has tried to kill me so many times.

I erase his image from my thoughts. It gives me unwelcome headaches. I hear low groan come from my bed. She's finally awake.

I take my time to tiptoe around the bed. I see her eyes slowly open revealing the sparkly big blue core that I haven't taken much notice into. At first she doesn't do anything, except stare into the blank ceiling. Out of nowhere, she begins to silently cry without warning. I'm guessing she's still half asleep. Gently, I shake her back to reality.

"Angelìa? Angel wake up. It's already dawn and my father will be very angry if you don't show up for breakfast."

She grabs ahold of my collar and pulls my shirt into her face. She shivers so intensely, I have to restrain myself from shaking along. I try to pull away but she pulls me down harder with every push I take to get away.

"Please. Don't leave me." Her voice is coarse and sounds as if she has been dehydrated for days.

I think about her feelings and look down to see her face. She's covering her cracked lips with the seam of my shirt, and her eyes are looking down onto the bed covers. Tears roll down her face and fill the bed up so much, I have to wring out my sheets later.

I carefully pull Anglìa's welcome hug and wrap my arms high around her head. We sit in silence for a few moments until I hear footsteps.

"Angel, you have to hide in the closet NOW," I say with a stern voice.

Before she could respond, I push her body off of me and pull her arm, dragging her into my massive walk-in closet. (I get luxurious items because my father makes so much money selling little girls.)

I shove her into the dark room and shut the door quickly behind me. I lock the doors and hold the handle for a moment.

"Jess! Somebody help me please! He's crazy!!" She's yelling which makes it more obvious I have a hidden castaway inside my clothing area.

I grab my emergency kit from my bedside drawer and pull out a handkerchief and chloroform. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I tip toe back to the closet and unlock the door. She immediately tries to escape, but her tiny body is no use for my muscular build. I wrap my arm around her, holding her steady. With my free hand, I place the rag onto her face. Her kicking and struggling gets weaker and finally she is asleep for good.

I drop her near an empty blank space in my clothes to rest until I think of a way to help her out. Once she looks comfortable enough, I walk out and shut my white wooden doors behind me.

"Well will you look at this. He finally brought a girl into his room." I recognize that hideous laugh from. My father is here, and isn't very am happy with my creative rebellious thinking.

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