The Game

Sixty-one

I raise my head to look at my new surroundings, this is more like a house. I'm in a pure white room, I'm laying on a double sized bed with white covers. There is one window but it's boarded up with wood with a small crack allowing the smallest bit of light in, thankfully the white walls mean it's not too dark. Opposite the bed is a large double wardrobe and a door, I'm not tied down so I get up and walk over knowing full well the door is locked I still try it. I walk to the wardrobe and open the doors looking inside. There are a few tops, jumpers and leggings. In the drawer underneath are underwear, it feels just like my old uniform from the hell house.

I can and at the same time can't believe I'm back in this position, I quickly get changed into a jumper and leggings anything is better than this body suit. Surprisingly there is a small bedside table with a bottle of water on it, I check it's still sealed to make sure it's not been tampered with and open it nearly drinking the whole bottle. I'm so thirsty from screaming and also not talking my mouth is so dry. I don't think about the fact I'm desperate for the loo, I sit back on my bed and allow my thoughts to run away with me.

Where's Grace? She should be in LA now with Kate, did she make it? Is she safe?

Is my mum and dad safe? Keith?

What's happened to Darren? They obviously got hold of him otherwise he would of been the one to walk back into the hotel room that night. I try and fight back the tears but it's no use they come streaming down my face, I allow myself to cry now as hell am I crying in front of the boys.

I'm left in this room for hours another change this time round is there is clock above the door. I don't know if it's better or not as now I can't stop watching the seconds tick by whereas before I had no concept of time but I also had company. I think of Zara, she was my rock and got me through but now she's gone and she's not here with me. I wouldn't want her to be but she definitely made my time in the hell house less of a nightmare.

I jump when the sound of the lock is being turned and the handle moves before the door opens to Harry walking in.

"How do you like your new room? Thought we'd change it up this time and I'm pretty impressed with it" His smile beams and I screw my nose up at him.

"Wow I see we woke up in a better mood than before" He rolls his eyes and closes the door behind him.

"You got changed? Shame I really liked you in this" He picks up my body suit off the floor and screws it up into a ball and shoves it in his face breathing in hard.

"Memories" he says to himself, nothing Harry could possibly do now would shock me.

"I used to pray you wouldn't open your mouth before but this is ridiculous" he sits on the end of the bed.

I sit there staring at him, mentally thinking of ways I could kill the bastard.

"There is only so much I can take of this silent treatment before I get bored and you get hurt. So let's start off with some simple questions.. Where's my daughter?"

I shrug.

"I'll ask again, where is my god damn daughter?"

I shake my head and move back towards the headboard knowing he will lunge towards me.

He doesn't and I'm surprised, I watch him watching me.

"You've changed, It seems you've be expecting this to happen. Which means you've been planning this situation for a while. It's scary as that means you've got plans in place and that's going to make my job very hard. But I need you to know I will succeed and I will find Grace you are just longing out the process and longing out the time you get to see her. Wouldn't you love us to finally be a family?"