I wake up the next morning but in the bed with Trey on the other side. I guess I became unconscious after that hit to my rib. I tried to get up from the bed, but a strong pain came rushing down from my face to my now fractured rib. One tear came from upon my eye as I felt my bruise on my face. I could only imagine what I look like at the moment...
I finally managed to get out of the bed. I'm trying my hardest to not move my sides or make any noise because I don't what Trey to wake up. I stand at the door way of his bedroom with nothing but the t-shirt he gave me and stared at him from a distance. I thought to myself for a while... He's not ugly that's for sure. I just think his mentality is very ugly and his behavior is so disgusting and spiteful in so many ways. But he's very handsome himself. Tall... Light skinned... brown eyes ... dreaded hair. How can anybody this beautiful do something so ugly?... I just don't understand it. I stopped my train of thought and decided If I'm going to be stuck here, Why not take a look around? I already know where the bathroom, bedroom, living room, and kitchen is. So I really don't have any idea what else I'm looking for. I just wandered down stairs for a while without making any major noises and discovered all the tiles that make noises so I know where not to step. I used to do that too, at my house. When I wanted to sneak out, Yeah im not a goody goody if that's what you thought I used to walk around the creacky tiles. I walked back upstairs and spotted the alarm clock in his room. 4:26. Damn, it's early. I was really thinking about running away. It was my chance to go away but...I don't know where I am and look how I'm dressed! I cant walk outside like this, their gonna think I'm homeless and insane or on drugs. Plus, he might be a light sleeper. Once he hears that front door swing open, I'm done for .
I walked down the hall passed the bathroom when I noticed a door at a dead end. I opened it assuming it was a closet or something. I looked carefully and saw that there was a flight of stairs sitting in front of me. I managed to climb up the stairs without waking him up. Maybe it's the attic...
I get to the top of the stairs and I'm... I'm just stunned! it's just so clean and so cozy... makes me feel like im home... I look around and I see a nice soft looking futon and a cool entertainment system. Looks like the PS 4 sitting there in the corner! I'm not even going to touch it though...
I continue to abserve the attic when I see a box sitting on the other side. I walk towards it and it's lifted opened a little. I pick up a paper that had flew on the floor. I flip it over and it's...It's Trey when he was younger...and he looks so happy. He's standing next to some lady... She looks just like him so that's probably his mother. I go deep into the box and then I find a paper This time it's actually paper. I read,
" R. I. P
In Memories of Barbra Williams
Daughter, Mother, and Wife "
Is that the why he's the way he is? I keep searching of course, why stop now? I pick up one more picture from the bottom of the box. It looks like... a little girl in a hospital bed with all the medical wires attached to her. She looks very ill. I wonder what happened.
As I put the picture down, I heard what I assume to be dishes slam in the kitchen. Damn it, he's up. I hurry to close the box and rush down the stairs. I quietly close the attic door and began to head down stairs slowly. "WHERE THE F#*K IS THIS BI-" He stopped his sentence imidiently then began to ask, "Where the hell were you?! " Trey's look in his eyes were Furious. He began to approach me but I slightly backed up towards the stairs. "I uhm... I was in the bathroom." Hopefully he would believe me. I couldnt tell him I was in the attic or he probably would have put a lock on it or handcuffed me to the headboard in the bedroom every night. I could still tell that Trey was angry at me but he didn't seem as angry as before. He just walked away from me with no response. I was beginning to walk towards the couch when he suddenly lunged his fist to my face causing me to fall to the ground. The pain rushed quickly and all my tears came flooding out of my eyes. "FUKING ANSWER ME WHEN I CALL YOU! " He continued to yell as the blood from my nose came dripping. He finally stopped. "Now go clean up my floor bi/tch." I rose up quickly with no hesitation, walking upstairs for some tissue. Ugh and its the same eye from last night, my eyes feels so swollen...
Later that night, I was so hungry. I don't recall eating anything. I need something in my system. I came up to him and ask, "Is there...anything to eat...?" He looked at me like he was frustrated. "Look in the fridge..." I headed towards the fridge as directed and swung it open. I picked up some lunch meat and cheese just to make a sandwich. I was afraid that if I ate something big I would get in trouble. Before I was held hostage, I was a little chunky but now I'm getting slimmer every minute.
After I ate my sandwich, I went upstairs to lay down. All those hits tooken to my face made my eyes swollen and was pulling my eye lid down. I was so tired. It was about 9:51 now so maybe Trey might be getting into bed at 11 or something as usual. About 20 minutes later, I felt a set of arms wrap around me. Why does he come into the bed early, now? I move away towards the edge of the bed. He snatches me back to where I was and then tighten his grip. I keep squirming for him to let me go, but only for him to get on top of me and whisper in my ear. " Imma make you wish you would have never tried moving away, Kaliana... " I could feel him look at me and grin in the darkness that filled around us. Why me?...
He forcefully kisses my lips and pinned my wrists down with his hands. I move all around trying to loosen his grip and freed one of my hands to push him off. He stopped and slapped me against my cheek again. I lift my leg up and kneed him in his balls causing him to punch me on the right side of my body. "Bi/tch now your about to get it! " He gets up and pulls out handcuffs out of his dresser drawer. "No!," I began to cry out, "No, please stop! " "Shut the hell up! " He yelled while putting on the hand cuffs. He grabbed my hands and handcuffed them to the headboard and my legs to the other end. I'm so scared right now man, I'm only16 and I'm still a virgin. I never wanted it to happen like this. I flooded the sides of the pillow with my tears as he undressed me and himself. As he entered, All I heard was his groans echo in my ears making my tears flow fast as he thrusted fast and rough. Just thinking about it makes my heart break. All I could think about is my family. if Krystal and Brian never took me to that place, I wouldn't be here right and would be laying in my bed listening to music. I'm not safe, and I don't even know if I'm still in New York...
After he was finish, he uncuffed me and layed next to me. I was now resting my head on a soggy, wet pillow. When I heard his first snore, I snuck out of the bed and headed to the attic...
Once I got up there, I ran to a corner all the way in the back of the attic. All I could do was just cry, although I know that it wasn't going to solve any of my problems right now. As I was in there, I... I sort of felt safe...I was calm and... I felt good...
I found my Sanctuary... ♥
________________________________________________________________________ I kinda like this chapter ♥ I hope you guys LOVE it though!!
Vote!. Comment!. Whateva!.
