Submitting (On Hold)

Chapter 7

He left me in the living room with my T-shirt hiked up to my waist. 

The slight throb and sting on my area was reminding me what just happened. I feel for my panties and they aren't there. He must on taken them.

I sigh a frustrated sigh and try and get up. My legs were shaking as my t-shirt feel back over me.

I didn't notice it earlier, but there were moaning and the slapping of skin coming from upstairs. I groan know that now I can't go upstairs.

I sit myself on the couch and turn on the TV.  When creating the rule, they said I could watch TV. Only an hour of it though. They had books to, so I was able to go that.

I turn on the TV and It was on a news station.

"This is now the 3rd week of looking for Cara Wilson. If you are just tuning in, Cara Wilson was kidnapped from her home 3 weeks ago. The Family of Cara has put all their money into looking for her. Here is her mother" It caught my attention that they are looking for me. I knew my mother would be worried, but my step-father would probably try and talk her out of looking for me.

It's sad that she is so wrapped around his finger. 

There was a picture of me on my birthday on the screen. Soon my mother came on the screen.

Her hair was in a messy bun and her eyes were red. It broke my heart that she was suffering like this.

"H-hi Everyone. My name is Madison Micheal. I am putting all my efforts to find my daughter. She is the most precision thing to me and my life is nothing if she's not found. I am willing to pay 10,000 dollars to anyone that finds her and returns her home safely" She said.

Her word gave me the courage to want to leave this place. When I first tried to leave, I thought that my mother didn't really care, that my step-father had brainwashed her some much that she didn't care about me. 

Now I know that she does care and I have somewhere to go to. Over the last 3 weeks, I thought about Kat. In all the thought, I was thinking about how we aren't really close. 

I mean, at one point we were, but that was when were best friends. The actual story with Kat is that she was my best friend. She told me her feelings when we were 16 and I felt the same way about her. 

We dated secretly, but over the times she got more annoying and I didn't notice it because I thought I was in love with her. 

She became clingy and started liking different things that I did. I get that we are at the age where we are finding our selves or whatever, but I look back at everything and I was trying to like everything that she did. I was trying to get her to like me.

I don't do that now. It's now time to find out what I actually like.