The basement

Hope

I woke up when I heard foot steps. My heart started racing. Oh god no he's back! I scrambled back just as the door started to open. I had to turn my head as he asked in. I refused to let him see my face.

. "Good morning Melissa.... How'd you sleep?"

What? It's been a day? How long have I been out of it?

.

"I asked you a question Melissa."

Was he crazy? I wasn't going to answer his question! I turned my head, but this just seemed to make him angrier. He reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

"Your crazy! Let me go!"

. "You bitch!" He smacked my cheek so hard I fell.

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"Now I asked you a question. How did you sleep?"

. "Fine.." I could barely let out a whisper. My lips started to tremble and I started to cry.

"Good."

. "I want to leave!"

"Not until you've learned your lesson. And your never gonna learn anything if you keep yelling. But don't worry. I have a feeling your gonna learn real quick.." He started to turn around and walk up the steps. He opened the door. My heart started racing, I can't stay here! I have friends and family and people who care about me!

. "You can't just leave me here!"

. "I can and I will.."

. "You'll never get away with this! People will look for me! And when they find me-"

. "When they find you your body will be cut up into little pieces if you keep acting like you are!"

This stunned me. I did not say anything ad he closed lo the door, because I had nothing TO say. But I realized as he closed the door I could hear the sound of people taking and waking. Was I close to people? Perhaps there is hope. And maybe, just maybe, I could leave. No! Not maybe! I WILL leave this place! He will never get away with this! That is when I looked around for anything to help me get out. That is when I discovered hope.