SILENT CAGE (The Lost Ones Book 2)

Chapter 1

We are moving today. We have to move today. My stepfather woke me up this morning by grabbing my hair and yanking me out of bed. He dragged me to my closet and told me to pack my shit. At first I didn't understand because come on it was like four thirty in the morning I was still asleep with the alarm clock that was going to be blaring in another hour and half. I made the mistake by looking at the alarm clock when he told me to pack because when I looked back at him I got slapped across my face.

"I said pack you stupid bitch. I didn't tell you to look at the clock. Pack everything and take it out to the truck. Because of you we have to leave. People are asking to many questions. Pack your room when your done get the bathroom and living room and kitchen. There is a uhaul trailer hooked up to my truck wake me when your done." With that he leaves and I hear his bedroom door slam shut. Thank God we don't have a lot of stuff. We made around a lot. I know it's not right but with the abuse I'm sure he is getting questioned about it. If he would just stop. I'm seventeen and I will be eighteen in May. It's also the same day that my mother died. She would be gone for eight years this year. I miss her so much. My stepfather didn't abuse me before, we had a good life. I have never meet my dad, my stepfather came to live with us when I was five. My stepfather tells me all the time that my dad ran away when I was born, but my mom did tell me that my dad never even knew about me. She said she was working at a bar when he came in and one thing led to another and two months later she realized that she was pregnant with me. She did tell me his name though it was only a first name because they agreed it was one night only so no last names were exchanged. His name was Tobias. That is all I know. I don't look like my mom at all. My mom had blond hair, brown eyes and was five two. I have straight black hair blue eyes and I'm five nine. I go ahead and finish packing my room which fits in two suitcases. Which is sad but I'm not aloud things. I'm surprised he hasn't taken my bear which my mom got me for my birthday when I was five. I will fight over it because it's the only thing that I have of hers. I never met my grandparents because mom said they died when she was eighteen. She didn't have siblings so I am alone in this life and sometimes I wonder if it is even worth going on in living. There is no chance of me ever meeting my real dad. I'm surprised that I haven't died yet from the wounds that have been inflicted on me courtesy of him. His name is Terry. He is a jerk a real class asshole.

I take all of my stuff down to the truck and put my things in the back of the uhaul and decide to do the kitchen last so I could at least cook something for us to eat before we leave. I head to the living room and grab the small things we have there. The only thing in the living room is a small table and a beat up couch a lamp and an area rug. There are no pictures he broke them all then tore them to pieces. I have scars on my legs from the glass of picture frames because again it's my fault she is gone. I get everything loaded from the living room and head to the bathroom and get the towels and washcloths all the shampoo and other small things. I put them in the boxes that I found when I walked in the living room. I take that stuff out and all I have left now is the kitchen. I pack everything except for the stuff I'm making for breakfast. By the time I get everything from the kitchen done and breakfast on the counter and dishes done and packed it is now six thirty. I wasn't kidding when I said we didn't have much stuff. We move around from state to state at least once a year. We are currently in Texas I wonder where we are headed now. I go to the bathroom and take a shower and use my pajamas as a towel and change into the clothes I have left out. Then I go and knock on his door. Which I'm dreading.

I knock lightly on the door and I can still hear him snoring. I know he is drunk still because he smelled awful when he woke me up. The alcohol stench was so bad I almost got sick. I knock a little louder and he stops snoring so I knock again and move away from the door. I hear a thump and I hope the prick fell off the bed. He yanks the door open and walks up to me and grabs my hair and pulls me back into his room. He throws me in his closet and tells me to get him some clothes so he can take a shower. I do just that and hand him his clothes and he pushes me backwards and I hit the dresser in his room. I can't cry out. I haven't been able to make a sound since he choked me so hard that he actually made talking hurt so dam much. That was when I was ten. I start packing his clothes in his suitcases when I feel something trailing down my lower back and I know that he actually pushed me hard enough that I am bleeding. I don't Dare take the time to look because he would just hit me again for slacking. I take his suitcases down to the uhaul and head back to his room to see if there is anything I'm missing. I look under his bed it's empty I look in the drawers again nothing. I check the closet one last time when I see a box on the top shelf. It's small I grab it and look inside and see some of my mother's jewelry. I close the lid and go check the other rooms. When I check my room I noticed that I left my back pack so I put the box in it and head to the uhaul and put it in the back. I go back inside and he is sitting at the table drinking coffee and he ate all the breakfast besides two pieces of toast. Stupid fucker. I really hate his ass. I throw away the paper plates and he gets up and walks out the house. I flip him off. Prick. I grab my toast and wolf them down as quickly as I can with a glass of water. Once I am done I head out and notice he is not in the driver's seat. Looks like I'm driving. I'm surprised he even aloud me to get a driver's license. I get in the front seat and shut the door.

"Just drive you stupid bitch. The directions are already in the GPS. Don't wake me." With that he is already snoring in the back. When I look at the GPS I see we are headed to Montana. Wow what a drive I have ahead of me. It looks to be about a 24 hour drive.

I don't dare turn on the radio and the GPS volume is set on low. Thank God my hearing is good. I can't talk to myself I much enjoy being able to call jerkoff names in my head and get away with it. If I wasn't scared that he may know sign language I would sign all kinds of what I thought about him. He wouldn't even pay to go learn it. I am self taught. I had a lot of time on my hands. I wasn't aloud any friends so I stayed to myself in school. Which I'm surprised he let me attend. I'm a straight A student. I have a photographic memory. I haven't brought home school books in a long time. The only time I bring a book home is one I got from the library to read and it would have to be a small book so I could easily hide it in my room. That's pretty much how I learned sign language. We have been on the road for about four hours when he starts stirring and sits up.

"We need to find a Wal-Mart or something so I can get a pillow. Find one." Really, again I'll say it. Fucking prick. I guess luck is on my side because when I look up on his phone that he threw at me I see we have one coming up in 20 min.

Once I get to Wal-Mart he tells me to go buy three pillows and two blankets while he goes to the bathroom and throws me a hundred dollar bill. I walk off and do just that. Once I have what I need I head to the check out and pay. He is waiting by the door with a scowl on his face and I did hurry geez. Give me a break. I hand him the receipt and his money and he checks to make sure I gave him the exact change. Seriously he is an ass.
When we get back to the car he gets back in the back seat and takes two pillows and tosses the other up front with me and keeps one blanket and gives me the other and says he doesn't want to catch my diseases. Assmunch. He lays down and goes back to sleep and I get back on the highway to finish driving. I really hope he stays knocked out for the remainder of the ride.