Stolen

The First Day

I opened my eyes and rolled over in bed. I instantly started crying when I realized where I was. For a minute, I thought I was home in my bed and that this was all a bad dream. But that ended quickly when my eyes adjusted and I saw the dull room. Where was I? What was going to happen to me? Would I ever be found? I miss my family so much, I hope they are looking for me. I just cried and cried, I could barely catch my breathe.

I heard the door begin to unlock, I sat up in the bed and fear flooded my body. The man walked in a with a crooked smile. "Good morning doll, how are you feeling?" I didn't answer him and focused my attention on the floor. He screamed the question again and charged at me. He grabbed me by the hair and smacked my face. "YOU WILL NOT IGNORE ME BITCH!!" He said. I began to just cry even harder. "I'll give you something to cry about" he told me and he made his way on the bed. He roughly pushed me into a laying position. I tried to fight but it was no use. He pulled my pants down and began touching me. He kissed me on my face. I screamed and kicked even though it was no use. He was much stronger and bigger than me. "THE MORE YOU MOVE THE WORSE IT WILL BE" he screamed loudly. What was happening? Why is he touching me there? He started to undress me and hisself, and I slowly realized what was happening.

When he was finished, he laughed, dressed himself and left the room. I was laying there emotionless, staring at the ceiling while the lower half of my body throbbed in pain. I laid there for hours, numb. I snapped out of it and forced myself to sit up to use the bucket. When I did, I noticed I was bleeding. I tried to clean myself and while doing so, I just lost it and began crying uncontrollably.

After a few minutes, I heard the door began to unlock and I froze in fear. I was so scared he was going to "hurt" me again. He came in with a ham sandwich and a glass of water. I was not hungry in the slightest but I knew I needed to eat. He sat on the bed next to me and I focused my eyes on the old wooden floor. I didn't want to meet his gaze. He reached his hand out and began stoking my hair, "aren't you glad we are reunited Lola? Papa missed you" I was so confused and had so many questions. Who was Lola? I ignored him, and he began to choke me. I was gasping for air when he finally released his grip. "You will speak when you are spoken too or you will regret it" I tried to speak because I knew I needed too but I choked on my words. I finally managed to sputter out "wh..a..t w..ha..t did you say?" And he repeated his weird question. "Aren't you glad we've reunited?" In complete fear of him not liking my answer, I lightly nodded my head. "USE YOUR WORDS!!!" He screamed. I jumped so hard, "y..e..s, I a..m". He smiled, "good we will always have each other". He got up and walked away.

He left the room and I got into bed and began to think. Who was this man? Why is he calling me Lola? Who is Lola? Why did he chose me? Why is he pretending I'm someone else? What am i supposed to do? Am I going to die here? Something came over me, and I suddenly realized in order to survive, I had to be smart. But I also knew I had to endure everything he did to me. I was going to play into his game if that meant staying alive and avoiding as much abuse as possible. I needed to be smart in order to live, even if I never escape.