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Slipping off my shoes, I crawl under the cover and curl myself into as small of a ball as I can.
Will the beast leave me up here to die?
I let out a shaky breath. It is already cold enough in here for me to see my breath. How did Mom last so long up here?
My stomach lets out a loud growl. If I had to guess, I would say it is around dinner time. Without food and warm clothes, I’ll either starve or freeze to death.
Or both.
“I’m not as strong as you, Mom,” I whisper into nothingness.
A tear forms in my eye and I hastily blink it away. I have to be strong.
For myself, Mom, and Dad.
Voices float up the stairs. I don’t get out from under the cover to listen to what is being said, but it sounds like two male voices and a woman's voice.
Does he have company over right now?
If I scream, will they hear? Will they try to come up here to rescue me?
Do they even know what kind of monster he is?
Against my better judgment, I keep quiet. After all, I did voluntarily give myself up as a prisoner.
Laughter bubbles up inside me.
When I gave myself up to be a prisoner, I didn’t think I would freeze to death that same night.
“Maybe the beast doesn’t know how cold it is up here for a human.”
He’s covered in fur and made to withstand the cold temperature and inclement weather.
It would be nice to cuddle against him right now. I bet that fur would keep me nice and warm. If not his fur, then a certain appendage would do.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I wonder aloud.
He kidnapped my parents!
The little devil voice in my head tries to reason with me. Yeah, but they stole all those roses from his family’s garden. He was only doing what he thought was fair.
“This isn’t the barbaric ages though. It’s not an eye for an eye. He had no right to keep Mom locked up here for most of my life.”
Dad isn’t innocent in this matter either. The beast said both of them would pick the lock on the gate and cut the roses. Plus, he knew Mom was here all along. He let you grow up without a mother because he couldn’t bear to tell you the truth.
The once small devil voice now booms in my head like surround sound. That is true. Dad led me to believe Mom just disappeared one morning, never to be heard from or seen again.
He watched as I struggled with my grief all the while trying to keep the farm afloat. He knew exactly what had happened and he was the one to blame!
Throwing the cover off me, I stand and walk towards the door.
If I ever get out of here, I won’t return home. I will go somewhere else, preferably far away, and build a life there.
Hell, I might even be able to find myself a man and settle down.
Chuckling as my anger starts to subside, I climb back in bed to stay warm. I scoot as close to the wall as I can, hoping the heat from my body radiates off the wall and keeps me warm all night.
As I close my eyes, I can’t help but feel conflicted. No matter what they have done, they are still my parents.
