The Girl and The War

Chapter Fifteen- Kayla

    It's been three weeks since the night of the ball. My dad has refused to let me leave the suite since then. In retaliation I refused to speak to him. At first he would get angry at me. He would scream and yell in my face when I didn't answer his questions. I would sit there in silence. Eventually my silenced pushed him too far.

"What do you want for dinner." He asked me one night after he got back from work. Silence.

"Kayla, you can't keep this up for ever, answer me." He said. Little did he know, I could if I wanted to.

"Kayla! You are being extremely disrespectful! If you think this behavior will convince me to let you out then you are completely mistaken!" He shouted in my face. No response. "Fine." He continued. "If you're going to continue to disrespect me even further, after everything I have done for you, then you're going to lose more privileges." I snorted. What privileges I thought you already won't let me leave the house. I watched him get up from the table and walk into my room. He came out with Moby in his hands. Immediately I shot up out of my chair.

"Don't you touch him!" I shouted at my dad. I reached out to grab Moby out of his hands but my dad turned away.

"Nope, too late." He said while walking towards the door. I started sobbing trying to stop my dad from taking him.

"Let him go!" I started punching his back, but he was about two hundred pounds of pure muscle and my punches were bouncing off him harmlessly. My dad opened the door and walked out. Andrew and Lieutenant Jackson were standing there as per usual. They turned and seemed extremely confused as to what was going on, they saw my dad holding Moby then they looked at me and then at each other. I tried following my dad out, but they did their job and grabbed my arms holding me back. "Get off of me!" I shouted at them as I watched my dad carry Moby away.

"Calm down Kayla, he won't do anything to it, don't cry." Andrew told me while walking me back into the suite. I couldn't control my sobbing though. Moby was the only thing I had left and my dad took him from me. "Do you want me to get you some water?" He asked me. I shook my head and walked back into my room to be alone. That was three days ago. My dad had not brought Moby back to me since.

    This morning I woke up, after another tearful night of sleeping. It was my birthday today, I was turning seventeen. Instead of celebrating, I was alone, with no dog, no friends, and a prisoner in my own home. I wiped the tears that were falling down my face and went to the shower. I turned the heat up as high as it could go. It scorched my skin, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel something other than sadness. Most days I usually lounged around the house in my pajamas but I thought that today, I should at least get dressed. I put on a blue dress with see through sleeves. I blow dried my hair for awhile. When I was done I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked skinnier than usual. I hadn't been eating as much while I've been stuck at home. Of course my dad or Andrew brought me food everyday, but I couldn't stomach any of it, especially after dad took Moby from me. My eyes were dark and swollen, from the lack of sleep and the crying. I looked terrible. Maybe I was being dramatic. Maybe my dad was right and what I did with Sam was wrong. Frankly I didn't care anymore. Life goes on and I will always be stuck at the base, no matter if my dad kept me in the suite or didn't.

    I went to open my bedroom doors, but I heard my dad and Lieutenant Jackson and Andrew all having a conversation with each other in the living room. I pressed my ear against the door to listen.

"I'm not sure this is working sir." Andrew said, "I mean did you see her yesterday? She looks terrible, if anyone in the base saw her they probably would think you were abusing her."

"I thought that she would have started acting differently at this point." My dad said "I mean she can barely look at me, all over some random boy?"

"Maybe you should allow her to see him? It might cheer her up." Lieutenant Jackson said.

"No absolutely not, that boy is a menace, I don't even know why I even allow him to continue training." My dad said. Neither one of the Lieutenants responded. I slid my door open and they all turned towards me.

"Happy birthday!" The three of them said, cheerfully. My dad reached out to hug me but I brushed passed him to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and filled it up with water from the tap, and chugged it. I could feel the three of them staring at me from behind but I ignored it. This was not a happy occasion for me.

"I though that maybe we could all go down to the cafeteria and get breakfast, I asked the cooks to make your favorite pancakes and-" my dad started to say.

"No thanks." I cut him off. I put the glass back in the sink and went back to my room. No one followed me thankfully.