I woke up on a bed in a room. It's a window in here, a light, a bed, and a door. That's it.
I walked to the window and looked out of it. It's just trees. It looks like they go on forever.
I tried opening the window but I couldn't. I tried punching it but it wouldn't break.
I heard keys so I stopped and looked at the door. The door opened. A girl was pushed in here. She fell to the ground. The door slammed shut. She just cried. I slowly walked to her.
When I made it next to her I softly touched her back. She jumped making me jump. "It's okay.", I said softly. I softly touched her back again. "I'm Olivia, what's your name?", I asked.
"A-Angie.", she said. I sat next to her and rubbed her back. She can't be any older than 14.
"How old are you?"
"13. Why are we here?"
"I don't know.", I said.
"I wanna go home.", she said.
"Me too."
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Angie told me that she met a guy on the internet that she thought was 14 but it turned out that he was older. She described Adam. Adam took me. He took us. I don't know why he's out of jail. He was supposed to be away for a long time.
Angie's banging on the door. I'm getting a headache. "Let us out!", she yelled.
"Angie!", I yelled stopping her. "He's not going to let us out. So please, stop banging on the door." She just looked at me then back at the door. She started banging again. Oh my fucking God.
"Let us out!" I heard keys I'm guessing she did too cause she stopped. I looked at the door as she backed back. The door opened. Adam walked in. He punched Angie to the ground making her cry. He left slamming the door behind himself. I jumped a little. I gotta get out of here.
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Adam brought food, water, and a bucket to pee in in here not that long ago.
I'm looking out the window and Angie is sleeping.
As I looked out of the window I saw a man jogging. I started banging on the window to get his attention. He looked around until he laid eyes on me. He jogged to the window. "Help.", I said loud enough for him to hear me but not Adam hopefully. He looked at me confused. I tired opening the window again but I couldn't. "Please help us. He took us.", I said so he could hear me. I hope he heard me. He put his finger up then started jogging away. "No.", I said. I started banging on the window. Fuck. He's gone. I slid down the wall and put my face in my hands.
After about two minutes I heard tapping on the window. I quickly stood up. It's the man. Thank God. He got a thick branch in his hands. I scooted back. He hit the window hard and it cracked. He put it up to swing again then I heard a gun shot then blood and what looked like brains shattered on the window. I saw him fall to the ground. Somebody walked to the window and wiped it. Adam looked at me and shook his head saying no.
What am I gonna do?
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Olivia's Story
Teen FictionOlivia from The Thick Girl series is now 16 years old. She has PTSD, an abusive step dad, and gets bullied at school. See how she attempts to cope with life.