I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life.
A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert.
My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold tha...
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"Dinners ready." My dad mumbled as he stood in the doorway before he turned around and walked away, closing the door behind him.
"Well someone is just a ray of sunshine." I grumbled as I ran my hands through Logan's hair.
"Wake up sleeping beauty, dinner's ready." I said softly as I tried to shake him awake.
He mumbled something and rolled over, ignoring me.
I shook him a bit harder. "Dinner's ready, butt-face." I said louder this time as I shook his shoulder.
He groaned and rubbed his eyes before he sat up slowly. "You're the butt-face for waking me up, I was so comfortable." He whined, rubbing his eyes again with a pout on his face.
I laughed and got off the bed. "Let's go. My parents are waiting on us." I walked over to his side and helped him stand up.
I groaned at his weight. "I don't get paid enough for this."
He laughed and turned towards me. "You don't get paid at all." He mused.
I scoffed. "Well, someone should do something about that."
He chuckled and limped towards the door with me holding his shoulder so he could have some sort of balance.
We carefully made our way downstairs towards the basement, which was huge. The main housing was underground, including the kitchen, dining room, living room, library, and the masters bed and bath.
We approached the dining room where my parents were already sitting at the table, food covering the countertop.
"Look who decided to join us." My mom smiled warmly. "Come eat." She gestured at the empty chairs in front of her and my father.
I pulled Logan towards the table and we both sat down with him on my right.
I scooted my chair closer before looking at my parents.
My mom was still beautiful, looking as if she barely aged. Her blonde hair was still as vibrant as it was when I was born. Her blue eyes held nothing but kindness, as they always did.
I looked towards my father, who aged quite a bit. He was always so serious looking, but with age he looked angrier and tired. His brown hair was dull with grays and his beard was littered with white hairs. His once smooth face now had many worry lines and forehead wrinkles.
I always thought he worked too hard. Even when I was young, he was rarely home and when he was, he was always tired and barely had time for me.
Though I always loved him nonetheless, I couldn't help but resent them both. Why had they waited so long to come get me? They could have easily done this entire plan five months earlier when they first took me. I understand one month, but five?
How could they leave me there? They didn't know what those people could have been doing to me and they were just going to let me rot there?
I looked down at my plate and poked at the steak on it. Medium-rare, just the way I like it and yet just looking at it made me sick.
