Kidnapped and loved

Meeting "my" new family

The man only maybe a year or two older than me spoke first.

"I'm Scott, and this is my wife Veronica, she was brought here two years ago just like you." They were holding hands. She was gripping so hard her knuckles were turning white.

The older man spoke next. "I'm Dan, I don't live here but I'm their cousin. I only came to help you out. To teach you the ways of this house"

There was scattching at the door and dan got up and opened it. A big black dog came in and jumped on me. I pulled out my hand and starting petting him behind his ears. I looked at his collar and saw his name was Dexter. He was beautiful.

"DEXTER DOWN" yelled Tate.
He got down and licked my knees. I chuckled.

"Look Tate, she's already fitting in. Getting along with the family"
"The dog doesn't count as family. But she will fit right in with her new family."

Every time they said family or her family. I flenched. They were talking about me like i wasnt there. I didn't even know these people and I don't think these people knew me.

They sat down and patted a seat next to Tate and said "sit, we need to talk about rules."
I shuffled my feet over there and sat down. I kept my eyes tightly shut. I was scared. For my life.