Chapter 4

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I held onto Brice as tightly as I could. I didn't know how long we stayed like this but I didn't care. As long as he was here I was ok. 

"Hey what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked me lifting my chin. I looked in his eyes trying to figure out if I should tell him or not. I knew regardless of what I wanted that I would have to tell him part of the appointment, but should I tell him everything that happened. I wanted to I really did. I wanted to tell everything that happened and how I felt from the day I was taken to the day I woke up in that hospital room.

"I'm just really sorry that I can't tell you anything. I want to but its so hard."

"Hey, hey, it's ok. You don't have to tell me anything unless you want to. I'm here for you no matter what."

"But it's not ok. I told Dr. Reeds pretty much everything that happened that first day I was taken. I shared to a complete stranger one of the worst days of my life and I can't even tell my family that I was scared that day!" I cried. I was so upset. The nightmares and fearfulness all came pouring into my mind, heart, and soul.

"Hey look I know its hard and you don't want to believe it but it's ok. Sometimes it is easier to share a traumatic experience to someone else then to the people you love. It's understandable, you're afraid that we will look at you differently, but that's not going to happen. You know what dad would do if he found out that we thought that. He would yell at all of us and take you with him. He probably never talk to us again, but that will never happen because regardless of what he would do, we would still love you the same way. Ok? Now how about we go home." I nodded my head in agreement, but I still wasn't ready to tell them anything. The only one besides me and that man who took me, who knew what had happened was my dad. I wsn't going to tell them until he was by my side.

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We had gotten home about an hour ago. I went straight to my room and I've been there ever since. My mom came up a bit ago and brought me food. She told me that Dr. Reeds had called and told her what happened. She said she was very proud in me and that if I wanted to I could stay in my room for the night. I didn't eat any of the food she brought me. I wasn't hungry. I just wanted to go to sleep and not wake up until my dad was back.  Eventually I ended up falling asleep, but like usual it didn't last long.

****Dream****

I was back in my cell. I didn't know how long I had been there, but it must have been a while. I was still in the same clothes that I was wearing when I was taken. I was shivering so much. The whole cell felt like an ice box. Like if you put a tube of ice cream down here it wouldn't melt. I didn't have much. He had given me a pathetic pillow and a ratty old blanket that didn't cover me up much. I woke up a little while ago probably an hour but there was no way to know for sure. 

After a while I heard him coming again. My body was too sore to move but I tried to move as far back in the cell as possible. I didn't get very far before I saw him open the door. He walked over to me and stuck something in my neck. It didn't make me pass out, but any strength I had left was gone. All I could do was stare and breath. Then he took out a key from his pocket and unlocked my chains. Once I was free of the chains, he threw me over his shoulder. He carried me to another room and threw me onto a plastic black chair that was in some kind of baby pool I think. He locked me in place and left.

**** Dream Ends****

I woke up covered in sweat. I always woke up before any of the painful stuff happened. I was glad that I did but I really wanted to stay asleep. I looked at my phone and saw that I was only asleep for about 25 minutes. I put my phone down and sat up. I heard a creak coming from near my widow and turned my head that way. I saw a figure next to my window and it slowly started to come near me. I backed a way a little and the figure stopped moving. 

"I've missed you so much Rach." He told me and my heart stopped.

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