“Yes.”
We walk to our rooms together. It feels like I made a friend. That would be nice.
Trikk
I decide after much debate to take my exhausted ass to bed. The others are wandering around. Some have retired to their rooms already.
I yawn loudly as I let myself into my own. It's a fucking mess. Clothes strewn everywhere, bed unmade. I honestly don’t care right now. My father forced me to be neat and clean, but he’s not here. Thank fuck.
Trikk
Age 15
“It looks like a bomb went off in here. I thought you knew better, son. I'm disappointed.”
My father hovers in my bedroom doorway, perusing my mess of a room.
I shrug one shoulder with a grin. “Sorry, Pops.”
It takes a bit to set my father off. But apparently calling him “Pops” was a step too far.
My father walks inside, closing the door behind him. He grabs my shirt collar, hauling me to him, nose to nose.
“You will respect me. I will punish you harshly. Really, son—I thought you were trained better.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes dramatically.
The sound of a loud slap fills the room, my cheek stinging. He slapped me in the face.
“The fuck?” I shout.
My father’s face turns red with anger. He hits me in the stomach, making me fold at the waist, losing my breath. He hits me several more times, than shoves me hard onto my bed.
“Clean this shit up. Then tend to your face. Mrs. Hamilton wants you pristine,” my father orders, spit flying as he practically yells the words.
He stalks back into the hall, slamming my door so hard, it rattles.
Fucking asshole. I'm sick of being a whore.
I strip down and climb under the sheets.
My mind is whirling. I feel so guilty that I’m the reason Bambi was taken. I'll stop at nothing to get her back.
I'll even fucking kill if I have to.
Phoenyxx
I have no idea how much time has passed as I lie here on this smelly, dirty mattress. I'm just staring at the ceiling.
I have to piss so badly. I look at the grate in the floor underneath the hooks. Will this chain let me get that far? Only one way to find out.
I get up with a soft moan, hungry and exhausted. Shuffling forward, I inch towards the grate. I’m just an bit away from it when the chain snaps taut. Fuck.
Screw it... good enough. I squat, pissing on the floor. Luckily, it runs to the grate.
I stand back up and start to go back to the mattress. But before I can lay down again, the door opens above, a light coming on. Female voices filter in.
My spine snaps straight as I wait for them to come down.
