Blood Red (Adopted by Cannibals)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Falling asleep was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I knew that falling asleep in a blood-red room, surrounded by killers wouldn't be easy yet I had hoped that I would fall asleep and wake up back at Eliza's house. But I know that no matter how much I will myself to wake up from this nightmare, I can't because it is all real. This is my life, my reality. The pain in my legs is reminding me of the reality of this situation. My arm is lying painfully above my head, barely touching my pillow as I wait for a new day to start. I've never been good at staying awake for long periods of time so lying here unable to sleep is annoyingly exhausting. The wind is howling loudly outside of the house which is creaking loudly in reply. How does anyone sleep with all these noises?

I must have fallen asleep eventually as I was later awoken by Jake shaking me lightly. I let out a small yelp seeing him before me and once again tears threaten to spill over. Great start to the day. Looking out to the window I could see the sun starting to just start rising. What are we doing up at the crack of dawn?

"Good morning little sis, Dad asked you to help Mum make breakfast." He says smiling brightly in my direction. Cook? They expect me to help cook? No way. Instead of arguing I just nod my head and wait for him to get out. He quickly unlocked the cuff around my arm and made his way out of my room. He gave me another wide smile before completely left me alone. With a sigh I got out of bed, afraid to get in trouble if I were to wait too long. I shiver as the morning air surrounds my body. Damn better find me some warm clothing. I slowly peep my head out of the door to see no one there. Happy I go on a hunt to find the bathroom. Lucky for me the bathroom door was open, only two doors down from my room on the other side. I took a quick shower, again not wanting to take too long afraid of their punishments if I were to take too long.

I came downstairs wearing one of the many dresses in the wardrobe. There were no shorts, T-shirts or any other clothing item I would prefer to wear instead of this dress? The dress I had chosen was a light baby blue which reaches just below my knees which I paired with a cardigan to keep me warm. The jacket was one of those nice white cardigans that looks cute with a dress.

Not wanting to let the family wait any longer I rushed downstairs, my body shaking out of fear this time. I must see them again; I need to deal with them. My eyes dart over to the door, but I choose to ignore it for now knowing its locked. And even if it wasn't right now would be a stupid time to run with everyone awake and about. Eventually, I made my way back into the kitchen where I found Ann already busy. The kitchen is old just like the rest of the house from what I've gathered. It looks like a gas kitchen with an oven and large stove. There are also many cupboards and drawers, a whole lot.

"Good morning Nova. Did you sleep well?" I turned back to face her. She has turned away from the stove and instead is now facing me. Looking behind her into the pan I can see she is making bacon and eggs. Well, maybe not everything is that bad here. The food sure looks great. Just like always Ann wore a dress which looks very similar to mine. She always wore dresses like this, knee length, wide two-inch straps and loose fitting.

I swallowed a little before letting out a weak "good, thank you." And turn my attention back to the floor, hoping not to offend her. I just hope they don't hurt me today or force me to call them Mum and Dad. My heart breaks a little more with each time I have to say it. I feel like I am betraying my parents, the people who birthed and cared for me until they were brutally murdered. Murdered by these people that I now must call my new family. How long until there is no going back? Can I escape before that happens? When I don't hear anything else, I risk a glance up at her to see her glaring down at me.

"Mum." I quickly mumble out. Looking up I can see her smiling again and happily turn back to the pan on the stove. I need to pretend to be alright with calling them these names. It is better than ultimately suffering their punishments. Or worse; being killed because I am unable to be their perfect daughter that they wish me to be.