Lily's way out

Chapter 10:

It's cold and dark... I think. Maybe it's not.

They didn't do this kind of stuff allot. It has been a long time since I misbehaved, I shouldn't have left my room. It is my fault that dad had to be so strict. I have to be disciplined, how will I learn from my mistakes if I don't get disciplined.

I wiggle my fingers and my toes. They tingle a bit right now, I should've kept them moving. I trail my fingers on the ground around me, to get a bit of understanding about the room I'm in. I don't want to open up my eyes just yet. The dark is comforting, the cold keeps me grounded.

I hear shuffling in a room nearby, my mom and dad's voices somewhere too. I have to get up and start my day, but how...

I woke up choking on my own breath.

That was one of the worst nights of my life, but it had been my own fault. I had ruined something that my brother had made for my mom. I learned from it though and I never did that again.

Slowly blinking my eyes, I looked around the room. It looked awful, the floor was stained and the room looked as if nobody had ever cleaned it before. It smelled stale too but maybe the smell came from the lack of windows.

The stairs made a creaking noise and the door slammed open. The door opened and in walked three giants. The leather of their jacket was ritseling and their boots stomped on the ground.

The front men stopped right at my feet and everything fell silent.

"We are going to take you upstairs so you can at least look a bit decent, because you look like a piece of filth right now and we don't want that."

The man spoke firmly and tried to catch my eye, but I ended up looking at his jacket.

I didn't even notice that one of the man had silently walked around the side, until someone pulled me up and slammed me against the wall.

"Listen up doll cause I'm only telling you this one time, do not disrespect us." The man looked me straight in the eyes and didn't look away until I did.

"That's what I thought, you little brat, let's go we don't want to be late."

The one who had pushed me up against the wall tightened his grip around my arm and started pulling me towards the door. When we passed the other two man I noticed them looking me up and down and a shiver of disgust went down my spine.

He held my arm in a vice grip while pulling me towards the stairs. It wasn't until he continued pulling me up the stairs that I started struggling in his arms.

"What are you even doing right now, do you really think that by doing this I will have to let you go?" The man smirked and shared a look with his friends.

I tried to tell them I wasn't aloud upstairs, but my voice kept faltering. He looked back at me one more time and then pulled me all the way upstairs.

The door opened up before me and light falling into the hall almost blinded me. It took me a few seconds to regain my vision and by the time I could properly look around the man had pulled me into another room. He pulled my arm back and bended it upwards while moving towards the mirror.

"So doll you will go shower and shave now and then you put on the clothes that press has picked out for you, do you understand?" The man was looking at me through the mirror and when I didn't answer he twisted my arm a bit further. "Do you understand," he roared into my ear.

"Yes I understand, please you're hurting me". His eyes seemed to gleam as he twisted my arm a tiny bit further.

"You have 10 minutes," and with that the man walked away. I heard him lock the door and then he walked away.

Frantically I started to look around, but there was nothing there that could help me right now. A loud thump on the door made me shoot up and I looked at the door. "Why is the shower not running doll, do you need help?"

I scrambled over to the shower and quickly turned it on so it could heat up. I could hear the man chuckling behind the door and that only wound me up to shower as quickly as I could.

There was a razor and floral scented soap in the shower and some kind of foreign shampoo that smelled of roses. The smells reminded me of the perfume mom always wares. Tears started trickling down my cheeks.

I could still feel the blood on my skin even after I scrubbed it about seven times. The water had long turned clear and wasn't stained anymore. I sunk down on the toilet after getting dressed. The man had left me with a shirt and a set of panty's, nothing else.

Before I could think too long about what was happening the door slammed open and a man I had not seen before stepped into the bathroom. "Time to move bitch". He grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me out of the bathroom, but before I could see where he was taking me someone slammed me into a wall and pulled a bag over my head.