Together we are Alone

Chapter 11

This chapter is in Julia's point of view, so now you don't have to worry about that cliff hanger from the previous chapter!

Chapter 11

❤Julia❤

I came back to my senses and I realized I was sitting in a dark room.

I brought my hand up to my neck to feel the bareness. My necklace was missing. I looked around but didn't see it. I must have lost it when my father abruptly pulled me to the ground. I realized that I was in my room in my bed. I was the only one in here so I figured it would be best to lock the door. I stood up only to realize that my left hand was cuffed to my bed. I couldn't reach my door. I found a hair pin on the floor and reached for it, but it was too far. I was so close to it, but my arm wasn't long enough. I tried to reach for it again in a desperate attempt. This can't be happening, I thought to myself. I turned and reached for it with my foot. Got it. Yes I thought excitedly. My excitement didn't last long though. The door slowly opened and I sat there with the pin under my foot hoping whoever it was didn't notice it.

"Julia!" my mother said as if she were actually worried.

She walked over to me and hugged me. I made a quiet gagging noise when she came close. She smelled similar to my father, like alcohol. When she didn't let go, and I couldn't take the smell any longer, I kicked her right in the stomach with my spare foot.

"Agh!" she yelled as she hit the floor.

I started at her with as much hate in my eyes as I could as she took a minute to stand up. She slapped me with the back of her hand and her ring scratched my cheek. The sound of her hand hitting the side of my face echoed in the room.

I sat still saying nothing.

"Is that any way to treat your mother?" she snapped at me.

I stayed silent. She grabbed her stomach and looked at the door. My father had walked in the room.

"Sarah? Is something wrong?" he asked her.

"Yeah, she kicked me in the stomach." she spat out.

"Julia!" my father said with utter disgust, "Why would you kick your mother?"

"Hmm. I don't know, why would you kidnap me?" I said nearly yelling the last few words.

Thanks to my smart remark he slapped me hard in the side of the head making me fall back against my pillow. I laid there still cradling the side of my head, trying not to black out once again. He had hit the same spot on my head as he had earlier. My mother left the room with her nose in the air. My father followed her out but stopped at the door.

"When you learn to behave, I'll be back." he said as he turned and slammed the door.

Great, I thought, just what I wanted, to see you again.

A few minutes passed and I sat up. The room seemed to be spinning. I looked at the door. It swung inward, good, I thought, I have an idea.

I pushed back the grogginess and picked up the pin that was still on the ground. It was no longer under my foot, but I'm glad it was still there. I quickly started working on the lock. I was scared my father would come back in. I heard a click and I was free. I couldn't believe it. I walked as quirky as I could to my door.

Darn it! My father had turned the door knobs around so the lock was facing out. I scanned the room for something that would help. I figured he would take the lock away. I stuck to my plan and grabbed a wooden chair. I took the back of it and pushed it under the knob and placed the legs firm on the floor. Now the was no way he could open the door. I ran to the window hoping I could escape through there. Of course not. Behind the curtains I saw that my father had nailed boards across the window. Well now what? I thought feeling hopeless and it of ideas. I found a crack in the wood and peeked through.

"Joe!" I whispered under my breath. There he was, across the street. But there's one problem. I'm in here unable to catch his attention. I desperately looked around the room, looking for something that would help get the boards off. I didn't find anything. I was losing hope. I grabbed the outside edge of the wood and pulled for my life. Nothing. Just when I felt like I could break down and cry, I got an idea.

I grabbed a stool and brought it over to the window. I stood up on it and looked at the top of the window. There was a space on the top. It was missing a board, that or he ran out of boards to nail to the wall, but still, I had hope. I grabbed the wood and pulled as hard as I could. After ten minutes or so, slowly but surely I got it. Then the next one. Just to be sure, I thought the wood would be stronger so I moved the chair from the door and replaced it with a wooden board. I went back over to the window and looked out. Joe was still there. Good, I thought. Everything was working as planned until the next board got stuck. I pulled with all my strength but couldn't get it. Then as if matters couldn't get worse there was a knock on the door. I closed the curtains, slid the loose boards under my bed, and quietly moved the wood from the door. I heard knocking again followed by a voice this time.

"Julia," my father said in a stern voice. I could tell he was trying to stay calm.

I tip-toed back to the bed and put the hand cuff back on my wrist.

"Yes?" I called trying to stay calm and hide my anticipation to get out.

He walked in the room and looked at me with sorry eyes. "I'm sorry I hit you," he said, "but you have to behave."

"I'm sorry father!" I said starting to tear up.

"Will you ever hurt your mother again?" he asked walking over to me.

"No! Never!" I said pretending to cry.

"Good," he said. "Are you hungry?"

"No" I said as he sat next to me.

"Well I'm not letting you go to bed hungry, eat."

As he was telling me, my mother walked in with a fake smile on her face and a tray of food in her hands. She brought it over to me and guestured for me to eat. I started at it for a minute. "Eat" my dad said starting to lose his temper.

I ate the food hoping they would leave afterwards. I finished the food and I was right. They left. I looked around for the hair pin I found earlier. I finally found it and started picking the lock. I started to feel weird as I did though. I could feel my eye lids getting heavy. My mind slipping into a sleep. I realized too late that they must have drugged me. Finally my eyes closed, my head hit the pillow, and I dropped the pin beside my bed in the floor.

I heard the pin drop and I fell asleep.

Yep, you guessed it! She passed out! She's been drugged, so it's not her fault though. Well I'm sorry to say, but the next chapter will be in Joe's point of view. I wish you all good reading! Vote and comment!