Survivor (Rewriting)

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Milly is not like any other teenager. She never leaves the house. She doesn't have any friends. She never had a boyfriend, a first kiss, her first time during her high school years. That's only because she has a psychotic mother who won't let her. But, one day, one special day, her mother brings a little guest back her home. What will happen when the two meet? Or will the two end up hating each other? Will he beg her to let him go?

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I heard someone scream and quietly cuss. I furrow my eyebrows, it's a voice I've don't recognize. "Oh darling!" I hear my mother shout, calling for the one and only 'darling' she has in this house. I sigh as I get up, out of my comfortable bed, knowing I'll anger here if I don't go to her. I walk downstairs and when I go over to the front door my eyes widen at the sight of someone tied up. "Mother! What did you do! Why is he here?" I asked her as I look at the poor boy tied up.

"He saw me. I couldn't let him go." My mother said. I narrow my eyes, even more confused than I was before. "Help me take him to the basement. I'll prepare food for him so he doesn't die on me before I get to gracefully kill him." My mother said as she threw him at me and I, luckily, caught the scared boy. He is shaking, that's how scared he is. She walked away and my eyes quickly dart to the left, looking at the curly haired boy.

He quickly looks around the room, not knowing what to do. He looks like he is looking for something though, probably a way to escape this nightmare of his.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper to him as I help him go into the basement. "She's gone. You can help me escape." He tells me as we continue our journey downstairs. He is so determined to leave. Hell, if a crazy woman threaten to kill me with me right there then I'll try to get out while I have the chance.

"She'll find you. When she does, and she won't hesitate to put a bullet through your skull. Her punishment for runaways will be death." I quietly tell him which only makes he sighs. He seems so sad. She never kidnapped anyone which is the only reason I'm somewhat shocked to see that she did kidnap someone but I'd never underestimate what she is capable of.

"I-I'll think of a plan, okay?" I say to him as I look at him, trying to make him feel better. He turns his head and looks at me. He nods with a small smile. "It's okay." He quietly says, giving up hope already. "No it's not. I knew she was more psychotic than I thought. I should've turned her in when I had the chance." I mumble to myself. He doesn't say anything, not knowing what to say.

"Did you give her your real name?" I ask, hoping he didn't. He shakes his head and I calm down a bit. "Okay, don't. I'll have to make a fake, well, everything for you." I tell him and he nods. "Thank you." He quietly says, scared to be loud. We get to the dark and dull basement. "She'll check your pockets and everything. Do you have anything so I can take it and hide it from her?" I asked. "I-I have my phone and wallet but that's it." He quietly tells me as if he still doesn't trust me which I completely understand. I nod and look at his pockets.

"Amelía Rose? Are you down there with the boy?" I hear my mother ask making my heart race by the way she said my name. "Shit." I quietly cuss as I quickly dig into his pockets and grab his phone and wallet. I take the two things and shove it in my pocket. I was only glad that I was quicker than my mother's feet. I turn around and see her coming down the last step.

"I'll get along now." I tell her, knowing she would want to spend a bit time with the boy and I couldn't do anything about it. I looo back at him seeing he doesn't want me to go. I give him a sad smile as I quickly walk away. When i was behind my mother I turned around and look the boy who looked at my mother with wide and scared eyes. I truly did feel sorry for him.

What I found out about the boy is that his name is Harry, Harry Edward Styles. He is a boy who turned eighteen a few months ago. I was up all night giving him making him fake information. I got him a fakename which I established to be Freddy McGey. Far enough from the name Harry. "Amelía Rose! You have to watch the boy. I have to go out." My mother orders me early in the morning. I groan because she woke me up at a time which I don't know but probably don't want to be up at. I look over at the clock on my nightstand and saw that it was six in the morning.

I hop out of bed and go downstairs. I politely bid my crazy mother goodbye and close the door after she left. Then I remembered Harry which makes me quickly run downstairs to the basement to accompany him, he must be scared out of his mind right now.

When I reach the bottom of the staircase, I look around the basement. Then I spot him. He is curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, sleeping. I can just tell by the way he is curled up that he is uncomfortable. He was on the sofa tied up. He doesn't have any pillows or a blanket which will help him be a bit more comfortable.

I quickly run up to my room and grab a few blankets and pillows along with my laptop, I wanted to watch a movie with him so he knows that he isn't truly alone. I go back to the basement and put the blanket over his sleeping body and put the pillow under his head. I sat next to him and went onto the news. As I expected, he was the first thing that I saw.

I felt really bad. An eighteen year old boy was kidnapped by force because he witnessed my psychotic mother do something so unbelievably terrible. He looks sweet and innocent but he got caught up with my mother's evil action. And when my mother gets caught, she will make sure no one will hear of that person ever again.

It's quite scary if I'm being totally honest. Never did I actually think she was the type to kidnap. I know that she sickly enjoys watching people be in pain. She enjoys hearing people cry for help. It's all because she was in pain she's been through. Yet, she wants to take it out and everyone instead of doing the opposite and helping people. I might be her daughter by that doesn't mean I understand her and her common senses. It's crazy and just doesn't add up. I don't even know how on earth she got pregnant.

I've always believed that she raped someone over and over again to have me and my older siblings. I never though my mother was the type of person to ever fall in love. But, I never know anything when it comes to my mother, Janice Elizabeth Bennett.

She is a hard woman to be with. She will, without any hesitation, threaten to take your life. She'll be very detailed with the way she'll do it and she'll even tell you that she will say goodbye to your soul as it leaves from your body which is fucking scary. So, yeah, I never know anything about my mother and I don't ever want to.