SO LITTLE LEFT

CHAPTER 4

I wake up and hear the pitter pat of tiny mice roaming what seemed to be a neglected basement. I hop on my feet and looked around, when I was forced here two days ago all I did was cry and only cared about surviving.
The basement was cluttered with empty brown boxes that had been opened, they were full of dust and mouse poop. I cringe and walk to the opposite side of the room where my cot was, there was a small blanket but no pillow, it looked as if I was a prisoner, but a lost and unknown prisoner. I paced back and forth until I saw a glint of light I walked over the the boxes and started rummaging through until I saw a mirror. I picked it up slowly and looked at my reflection.
My brown hair was a matted mess and my eye was already blue and purple from the blow I took yesterday, I didn't even recognize myself, my brown eyes where now black.
I shattered the mirror on the ground watching all of the pieces shatter and go in separate directions, looks like I have 7 years bad luck, bad luck my ass. I heard footsteps approaching the door and I looked at the glass. I got on my knees but I was to late, the door was open and a new frame appeared, looking like a built frame of a teen, obviously hesitating on his words.

"Come on, my dad needs you." The boy asked holding the door open. I got up and walked carefully up the stairs while holding into the railing. When I was at the top my heart sunk into my stomach, it felt like swallowing something without chewing, it slowly glides down your throat taking its sweet time to enter your stomach.

"Peyton?" I ask the tall boy. Peyton Troy was in two of my classes at high school, we where both sophomores. It seemed like he was always in the back doodling in his math book, he was smart but mysterious, no one gave him the time of day.

"I'm sorry, I just found out." He sad sympathetically. I felt bad for him, his dad was a kidnapper, my kidnapper.

" I-I." I say shaking my hands while rubbing my temples. "How coul-"
"Peyton! Get in here right now, and where's that girl!?" His father yelled from in unknown room in his house. Peyton grabbed my arm lifting me so only one foot was on the ground while the other was fidgeting in mid-air. We walked through a hallway and entered a small room, almost like an office.
Peyton threw me into a chair and left closing the door. I was now alone with a rotten man.

"So Ellis did you sleep well?" Isaac asked folding his hands on the desk infront of me. I looked away and my hair covered my face. He placed his hands on my chin and smiled showing his yellow teeth. I spit in his face, something my dad taught me when I was 11. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped of his face. I looked around and spotted a video camera on a tripod.

"What's that for?" I ask my voice cold as I look into his eyes.
"I'm glad you asked Ellis, we are gonna make a little video."