Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Would Dad try to get me out? Tommy’s father had certainly said different. How could Dad have looked so calm when he watched them drive away with me?
It started to rain, so I wandered back into the house. Mrs. Martinez was cleaning the kitchen. She piped up. “Tour of the house?”
“Actually, I’d like to lie down. I don’t feel all that great.” I couldn’t care less about a tour of my prison.
“Do you need something? Painkillers, tea, anything like that?”
“I just need a nap. Thank you, Mrs. Martinez.”
“I’m not married. And call me Sarah.”
I nodded, then I went back upstairs to Tommy’s room and got under the covers. I felt dirty in his bed, the bed where he’d screwed me that morning. The bed where I’d let him do that to me without fighting back. The bed that smelled like him and smelled like sex. I thanked my lucky stars, if I had any, (I probably didn’t) that I wasn’t going to get pregnant from this morning’s activities since he hadn’t worn a condom. I rubbed my arm, feeling the small birth control implant that was there. I only hoped that Tommy Ferrano didn’t have any STDs.
I woke up a few hours later, feeling no better. I wandered over to the wet bar Tommy had gotten wine from the previous night and opened the mini fridge. It was stocked with bottled water and had several wine bottles plus a few bottles of beer. I got a bottle of water and then wandered into the bathroom and found a bottle of Tylenol in the medicine cabinet. I took two of them, hoping they’d save me from this excruciating tension headache, and then I climbed back into the bed. My eyes landed on the heart-shaped box. It had been moved from the dresser to right beside me on the bedside table. My eyes flew up to the ceiling so fast that it was like I was trying to un-see the box. I didn’t even want to think about that box. What I needed to think about was how to get out of this mess.
When it got dark the door opened and I thought it’d be Sarah Martinez again as she’d looked in on me and tried to engage in conversation at least three times. But this time, it was him. I looked up from the bed, where I’d been all day. He stood over me, staring.
“Honey, I’m home.” He was smiling, probably thinking he was funny. I looked back to the television. My whole body was tense, locked tight.
“Sarah has dinner ready for us.” His tone was gentle.
I shrugged.
“I need to talk to you about a few things so maybe up here is better. It’s more private. I’ll bring it up.”
I chewed my lower lip and didn’t give him anything.
He sat on the edge of the bed and flicked the lamp on, “I’m gonna try to be patient with you, but I won’t tolerate this for long.” His eyebrows were up and he looked serious but not angry. I blinked at him a few slow times and then rolled my eyes and looked back to the TV, trying to give off a ‘whatever’ vibe.
Suddenly, he hauled me up to standing. Now his eyes were cold and angry-looking and he had my chin in his grasp. “I don’t appreciate being ignored,” he told me, “You’d be smart to remember that.”
“I wasn’t ignoring you. I know you’re here.”
“I don’t appreciate the attitude, then.”
“I don’t appreciate being kept prisoner,” I said softly, pushing my palms against his chest to get him to let go of me. How dare he think he can just manhandle me!
He let go of me and I sat back on the bed, ignoring the fact that he was looking at me like I was a piece of meat.
“I’ll go get dinner for us,” he said.
“Not hungry,” I muttered.
“Fine, suit yourself. You can wait until tomorrow to find out about the fate of your father, your belongings, and to find out what’s happened with your foster family.”
He let me go and left the room and I sank down into the pillows like they were the pits of despair.
I silently prayed nothing had happened to any of them, biting back tears and stared off into space until it got darker and darker. I eventually slept.
He was in bed with me, kissing my neck. My eyes bolted open and I squirmed away. He caught me and stopped me.
“Out of these clothes,” he ordered.
My eyes bulged. Oh no. I shoved him away and he caught my wrist.
“Hey! I told you obedience is rewarded. But you haven’t been very obedient this evening, have you? Are you going to take them off or will I have to do it?”
“Go fuck yourself,” I muttered under my breath. I don’t know what possessed my mouth to say that but I instantly regretted it.