RoadKill

Suicide Thoughts

It's been over an hour since he left me exposed on a very cold table top.

"Honey"he said as he walked into the room...I placed my gaze on him and he was holding a bowl with a cloth in it,he grabs a barstool before he took a sit at the end of the table where the blood from my toes has already dried up.

He places the lukewarm water on the wound and I move my toes due to the pain am having right now.

"Stop moving or else I will stab you were it hurts most"he says in a very dangerous rude manner
"Am trying to help you"he adds sounding all nice.

I stop moving and try to bear the pain cause I can't afford to get stabbed again,he cleans the wound up.

"Am going to unlock you and don't attempt to escape,if you dare think of escaping I am going to torture you till you learn to respect me"he explaines as he slowly unlocks me.
"Now that's my girl"he says before he tries kissing my forehead but,I dotch it.

"Let.Me.Kiss.You"he says in anger,I let him kiss me and he hands me his clothes to wear.
"Am not going to wear that"I say and before I know it he slappes me across the face and I could feel the burning sensation on my cheek.
"No one refuses me Zoë no one,so do as I told you to do"

I bend over and grab the clothes and slowly put them on.

"I will be back"he says as he walks out of the room,this must be an opportunity for me to attempt to escape once again.

I pull on the door,but it's locked...I look around the room but there isn't any sharp objects for me to use.I feel hopeless I wonder if my family is looking for right now,I walk straight into the corner of the room and sit there for a good 15 mintues.

Maybe I should just kill myself cause I can't bare being here, but if I kill myself and not escape this guy will never be found.

He walks in and sees that am not on the table I guess he couldn't see me so he starts screaming and he drops the tray of food that was in his hands.

"No no no how did she escape I planned this right"he yells on top of his lungs.

I slowly stand up from the corner I was in and his eyes immedately shot up.

"Where were you?"
"I was looking for you"
"I thought you escaped"he shouts
"I was j-just"
"Stay where I can see you"
"Look now the food is spoiled,clean it up"he says in rage.

I began cleaning the floor and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks.

"Don't cry"he saying placing his hand onto my hair.

***

Five weeks later:
For five freaking weeks I have been living here maybe my parents have already called the cops for help,and they might have they force looking for me.I am hoping that he has started gaining my trust,I have been behaving doing what he wants me to do.

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