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Chapter 9- the motel

I got awaken by water in my face. I gasped for air and tried to orientate myself. I looked at the walls, the little bed, the pole, the man that stood infront of me. Mike.

"Stand up! Who told you to go to sleep?!" Mike yelled at me. I flinshed.

"Now, I am just going to get some breakfast for myself!" He told me and walked out of the room.

The water he threw at me was ice cold. So I stood there and shivered. I knew that if I sat down and Mike came back he would beat Me. So I always obeyed him.

I knew that he is going to use alot of time on his breakfast, so I took outnumbered phone and turned on the WiFi. my twitter notifications were blowing up. People were saying that they hope I am safe, that Ashton finds me soon, that I am really pretty on my photos and stuff like that.

But there are also people who said that they hope I die, that I never should be Born and stuff like that. But I can handle them, I've lived with Mike for 13 Years for Christ sake!  So what they are saying are just words I've heard before. I didn't tweet anyone or followed anyone back. I went to my directmessages, sering that Ashton had answered me.

'I told the police, and they said that they are already looking for you and Mike... why?'

Oh god, he asked me that one question I hate. Why. yes, why did Mike kidnap me 13 years ago? Why did he do all the tings that he have done to me? Why? I don't understand that myself.

'i want to tell you, but I can't. I just woke up now, so I need to go now.'

That was all I said to him untill I turned my WiFi off again and put my phone back I my backpocket.

Just then Mike came back with food in his hands.

"Look what the old lady gave me. She thought that maybe you'll be hungry." Mike came over to me and let me sniff the breakfast. Scrambled eggs with toast. My favorite. I felt it water in my mouth, I heard my stomach groal for food. But I didn't do anything, I didn't show any emotion for him. I looked him straight in the eyes, with fire in my eyes.

"Don't you dare look at me like that!" He yelled at me and sat down the food on a table, so I couldn't reach it. He turned around and punshed a fist in my face again. I felt my nose sting again. I had started to bleed again, I felt the blood in my mouth.

I didn't say anything to him. I looked down at my feet and silently prayed for help. I had prayed for 13 Years, not getting any response. But I want to belive that help is on the way, that God is just using his time to make the perfect rescue for me.

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A/N:

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