*A few weeks later*
I smiled at my surroundings. I was almost mesmerized by the numerous amounts of clothing, makeup, perfume, everything. As sad as it was, I hadn't been in a mall for years.
After much persuasion from Christy, I went out to the mall just down the street to treat myself to a few things.
"Miss, would you like to try out some of Chanel's new perfume, called-" I cut the poor lady off, and stuck out my wrists, eagerly. She looked at me weirdly for a few minutes, and then with an amused smile sprayed the perfume onto my wrists.
After a few hours, I figured it was about time to go back. I had gotten some new makeup, perfume and a couple of shirts and skirts. I hadn't spent too much money, but I thought if I stayed any longer I would.
Not watching where I was going I bumped into someone. "I'm sorry." I said with a laugh, not even bothering to look up at who I walked into. Whoever it was grabbed my elbow as I started to walk away. "Hey!!" I shrieked. He pulled me towards the emergency exit, covering my mouth with his hand. My screams were muffled by his big hand. I looked up to see who it was, gasping when I saw Peter. My adopted father...
"You god damn slut, you run away from your family to become a whore. Well you already were one." He hissed at me, anger in his eyes. I tried desperately to pull his hand off my mouth, but he was too strong. He slammed me roughly into the wall behind us, I yelped as my head hit the wall. He laughed, pleased, and pulled me forward. I thought he was going to let me go, until he slammed me ten times harder into the wall again. The last thing I felt was my eyes roll back into my head
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Nick stood up in his bed quickly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He fell back down on the bed, wiping his hand over his forehead. He blinked as the light came on.
"Nick?" Brian asked, a hint of concern in his voice. Nick looked over at him, his breath coming in short gasps. Brian got out of his bed quickly, hurrying over to Nick. "What happened?"
"I.." Nick started, he shut his mouth quickly, regaining his breath. "Just a bad dream that's all." Brian looked unsure.
"About what?" He questioned. Nick shook his head, obviously not wanting to talk about it. "Alright, I'll let you go back to sleep then."
Nick stared up at the ceiling, not being able to go back to sleep. He didn't understand why he couldn't stop thinking about that girl. He was having dreams about her now, but something still troubled him... even he didn't know what.
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I groaned as soon as I woke up, touching my hand delicately to my head. Which was throbbing in pain. I looked around at my surroundings. I seemed to be in a closet of some sort, looked like a hotel closet. Luckily there were cracks I could see though. I crawled to the doors, and peered out. Surprised at what I saw.
Peter and Linda were on the bed, discussing something. I couldn't hear them. I thought everything was just a dream, but apparently I was wrong. I reached up to rub my head, but hit the door by accident.
"What was that?" I overheard Linda ask. Cursing under my breath, I shuffled away from the door and towards the darkest corner I could find. I heard footsteps, and shakily I brought my knees up to my chest. Curling myself up in a ball.
I squinted as the doors were opened. The brightness of the ceiling lights seeping into the closet. I looked up nervously, to see an enraged Linda. She reached in, I backed away quickly. She grabbed my arm, and dragged me out, ignoring my pleas.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked tearfully. Linda exchanged a look with Peter. Peter signalled for her to do something, Linda nodded. I looked between the two frightfully. She pulled me up, pushing me down on the nearest chair.
"Why did you run away?" She asked, towering over me. "You were goddamn lucky to have a family in the first place."
"That's where your wrong, I would rather have no family, then have you with as one. But I got stuck with you, and I dealt with it. But you made me so miserable. I have to leave....I just had to." I said testily. Linda glared at me.
"Well you're stuck with us now." She hissed, slapping me hard. I screamed at the top of my lungs.
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Nick walked briskly down the hallway, but stopped suddenly when he heard a deafening scream. He looked behind him, seeing nothing. He shrugged nonchalantly to himself. 'Must have imagined it.' He said to himself.
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"Please, Linda" I wailed. My whole face and body was throbbing with pain now. They had beaten answers out of me. I felt like I was going to collapse any minnute now.
"Laurel, you were a horrible daughter." She said simply. I opened my mouth to throw something back at her, but shut in quickly in fear that I would be rewarded with another slap, punch or kick. "And now you are going to pay for it."
"Haven't I payed enough already?" I mumbled, my voice just above a whisper. I heard Peter snicker across the room. Seeing this was going nowhere, I gave up.
Linda walked over to the bed which Peter was in, and slid in beside him. She looked at me sharply, before turning off the light. I glanced at the door, and then down at my tied hands and legs. Sighing, I leaned back into the chair, letting sleep overcome me...
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-4:00 a.m. the next morning-
I squinted as the sun shone through the cracks between the shutters of the window. I took note that Linda and Peter were still dead asleep. I shuffled my chair closer to the door, as quietly as I could.
I gave up when I only got a few feet forward. I looked beside me, and saw the glint of a blade. Obviously a knife or a razor. I leaned forward as much as I could, seeing it was a knife I gasped. Then quickly looked over to see if I had woken them up, seeing I hadn't I stared at the knife.
I was thinking two things, one, I was lucky that I at least had a chance of getting myself untied with the knife. But also the 'what if's' running through my mind. What had they been planning to do with that knife? I wasn't so sure I wanted to know.
I leaned forward, and tried to grab the wooden end of the knife with my teeth. Having no luck, I only pushed it farther away. Inwardly groaning, I tried my best to shuffle a little closer.
I learned forward again, stretching my neck as far as I could, having no luck again. Beads of sweat formed across my forehead and I quickly lurched forward, just managing to grab the knife. Smiling to myself I leaned down and tried to cut the rope.
The knife merely brushed with the rope, frusturated, I dropped the knife in my hands, trying my best to get the other hand untied. I smiled when the rope fell off my wrist, and quickly did the same to my other wrist.
I leaned down and cut the rope around my ankles. I stood up slowly, stretching, I had been in the same position for way too long. 'Now to get out..' I thought to myself. This would be a hard one, without waking them up. The door had about four locks on it, if I quickly undid them they would definetly wake up.
I looked out the peephole, surprised to see someone standing outside the door across from the room. I peered closer, to see if I could make out a face, having no luck.
I looked behind me one last time, they were still dead to the world. Lucky for me.
I leaned forward slighlty, setting my slim fingers around the first lock. Biting my lip in concentration, I twisted the lock. It made a small squeak, and I jumped.
They still hadn't woken up. I continued with the other locks. Closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath after I had opened all of them. Now all I had to do was run out, easy enough..right? I rested my hand on the knob, my fingers slippery with sweat. Grimacing, I wiped my hands on my skirt, I wasn't exactly a fan of sweat.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" A voice asked out of the darkness, I screeched as I spun my head around to see Peter, getting out of the bed. I was frozen to my spot, nervous.
He half walked, half ran over to where I was. Coming out of my shock, I twisted the doorknob for all that it was worth, and darted out of the room. Almost tripping over the person who was laying on the floor. Reaching the elevator, I pressed the button roughly a thousand times, I looked behind me to see Peter getting closer. I cried as I waited for the elevator to open.
All of a sudden, his footsteps stopped. I stopped dead in my tracks, hearing silence. I looked behind me and saw the guy holding Peter against the wall, his mouth covered with some sort of cloth. I watched in horror as Peter fell down to the ground.
The guy started walking towards me, so I lurched myself into the elevator, closing the doors quickly.
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