I woke up with a huge headache and my chest hurt like crazy. It took me a while to remember the events of the previous night. I heard snoring from beside me and almost screamed. Brandon was fast asleep right beside me. This time I did scream, falling off the edge of the bed and landing on my butt. The snoring stopped, and suddenly Brandon was up beside me. "Are you okay?" He asked. I didn't reply. I hated him. He extended his hand to help me up, I rolled my eyes. "Get away from me." I said, almost whispering. My intire body was numb and weak. "C'mon Katie, you need help." I rolled my eyes again. "Not from you, I don't."
I used the edge of the bed and the wall to help support me as I stood up. Brandon just watched me as I leaned against the wall. I was out of breath, my chest hurt, and I had a creepy guy sitting on the edge of my bed. Not that it was really 'my' bed. But I was being forced to live here so I guess it was. "Katie, what was all that? I mean..last night. You were screaming and.." He didn't finish, and I was glad he didn't. He didn't need to know everything about me, and I planned on never telling him. "I just wanted you to get away from me." I lied, crossing my arms.
"I wasn't near you.."
"Well I'm sure you would feel the same way if you were an emotional teenage girl who was kidnapped by someone who's bullied you your whole life and some creep who you didn't know existed! It's kind of stressful knowing my mom is probably at home crying because first her husband dies and now she probably thinks her only daughter is dead too!" I screamed, feeling my hot tears stream down my face. All the yelling tired me out even more. But he deserved to be yelled at. He was a fucking asshole who hit girls and kidnapped them. Brandon was speechless. His mouth was gaped open and he just stared at me. "I..I didn't.."
"Didn't what? Know I have feelings?! Or a family?! Because surprise! I do!" I was so mad, I don't think I had ever been so angry in my life. "Katie.." "Just stop! Get out I don't want to see you!" I cried, collapsing onto the floor. "No, it's not your room." Brandon said, trying to toughen up. I just laughed, which soon turned into cries. Brandon seemed confused.
Suddenly the door burst open and looked up to see Connor. He looked at Brandon, and then he made eye contact with me. I felt embarrassed. I had always told myself to never cry in front of Connor because then he knew he was winning. But I didn't care. I was an emotional mess and Connor knew it.
I saw his smirk but then quickly looked away. I didn't want to see his satisfied face. "What's all the yelling about?" He asked Brandon, his tone a little harsh. "She started flipping shit for no reason." Brandon said, shrugging. I glared at him. That was definitely not the truth. "Doesn't surprise me, Katie has always been an over reacting bitch." He laughed, Conner honestly frightened me. Brandon didn't as much, he was nicer but I still hated him. But Conner, I knew what he would do to me and never think twice about it. It scared me.
"Anyway, Katie, get your ass up we have work to do." Connor said with an evil grin. My heart started to beat faster. I stared at him. "Get the fuck up!" he yelled. So I did. Connor grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the room and down a flight of stairs.
My body was weak, it hurt to walk. I felt dazed and tired as I walked. I was wearing my old gross, dirty and ripped clothes. My hair was messy and tangled, my body was covered in bruises and dried blood and my eyes were red from crying. I was a mess.
Connor stopped at the back door. He opened it and pushed me outside, following behind me. It really hurt whenever he touched me. Probably from all of the bruises he left before.
"We have like no food here, but there is a garden. Now go get whatever berries or shit you see. And remember it's your lunch so if you choose not to then you won't be eating." He growled, shoving me again towards a big over grown and messy garden. I just stared at it. "Go, and don't try and run away sweetie, because you'll really regret it when we bring you back. It's 6 clear miles of nothing. You can't hide." He whispered in my ear, sliding his hand down my back and then to my bum. I slapped his hand away, and he went back inside, laughing. I walked over to the garden. I started to pick some blueberries, popping them in my mouth and smiling at the taste of good food again.
I picked and ate for about 10 minutes before standing up, and looking in the windows of the house. No one was to be seen. My heart started racing. I could run, and hide, they wouldn't be able to find me. I could find Zayn, call my mom and then the police could take them away. Without thinking twice I started to silently run out of the back yard, and to the road.
