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She quickly moves to the corner of the room and looks at the floor.
“Bitch, you pay your rent before you leave,” the landlord shouts out. “So, where is it?”
“How much is it?”
“Ninety bucks.”
I throw a hundred at him and tell him to fuck off. Ninety dollars for this shit place? I look around the room to see there’s no bed, no place to put her clothes, nothing. This place should be free to stay in. I mean the cold breeze outside gushes through the cracks of the window. Is this really the only place that she can afford? She was ready to leave all her medication here, but that small box in her hand she grabbed. That box meant more to her than staying well.
"Is there anything besides your medication that's worth taking?" I ask. She stays quiet, and I ask again. I look down at her hands as she scratches at her rash. Grabbing the bag, I tell her, "Let's go." And for a moment I think she's going to fight with me about it, but she doesn't. She tries to walk away, but I stand in front of her, and she takes three quick steps back. I know that I’ve just come down hard on her and I should have said it calmer, but looking around this place got me angry that someone is living like this and I’m not going to just leave her here.
Taking one step closer to her, I gently lift her chin with my finger. Her eyes are open but not looking at me. She’s making sure she doesn’t make eye contact with me, but I can’t stop looking at her. Moving to the side, I let her walk out of the apartment and I look around the room once more before I leave.
CHAPTER5
HOPE
"I'm sorry,please don't hurt me," I beg Uncle Jack, but it's not getting me anywhere. He still hurts me.
"I have to train you so you won't make a sound," he whispers in my ear, and I cry. I cry out loud. I want my mom, I want my dad, I want someone to help me.
The knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I open it slightly. It's the landlord. "Someone is here to talk to you." He pushes the door wider, and my eyes are met with the guy from the restaurant. Breaking eye contact with him, I quickly try to shut the door, but he stops me. Running to the floor I grab the box and lift the window to climb out, but I'm stopped again by someone, the man that was with him.
I knewtheywould find me and I knew when they did I’d run, but I never thought about where I would run to. Now it’s too late, I have to go back to him.
I have to live in hell again.
I walk over to the corner, and the landlord shouts for this month's money. He wants his rent. The man asks him how much it is and then he throws some money at him and tells him to leave.
I’m left in the room with him. His friend seems to have gone too. I hold the box tighter; this is one thing I have never left behind, no matter what, I will always go back for this.
"Is there anything besides your medication that's worth taking?" he asks me and I stay quiet, keeping my head down. Never look at men, that's what I was told, and now it's the only thing I know. I start scratching my hands again as I didn't get time to put lotion on them. "Let's go." My heart sinks. This is it. It's all going to happen to me again, and I can't do it. I don't think I can survive this again, but before I can stop myself, I'm walking towards the door, then quickly take steps back when he stops in front of me.
My body heats up when his finger is placed under my chin. It’s not hard like they normally do. He gently lifts my head up. I move my eyes to the side, so I can’t see him. I don’t want to know what he looks like, the short glimpse that I got when the door opened is all I needed to see. I saw the darkness around him. I already know that he’s just as bad ashewas, but his brown eyes were soft; softer than I normally see. He moves out of the way and letting my head drop I leave.
As I follow him to the car, I wonder how they found me. What did I do wrong? I never looked at anyone. I never spoke to anyone. But the other day, I had a feeling someone was watching me, that should have been the clue for me. I should have run then.
Sitting in the car, with him and his friend, I look down at my hands and start peeling off the skin that has been scratched off. I need to put some lotion on them before they start to bleed, but I don't know if I can talk yet or not. I look to the side and see my bag of medication next to him. I turn back to my hands, too scared to ask for it.
"Here," I hear him say, and the bag is pushed to my side.
Not saying anything, I take out the lotion and start rubbing it on my hands. This is going to be a long drive back to hell, and I'm already fighting the tears building up in my eyes.
I hear the two men talking, but I can't really make out what they're saying. Something about a man and he's at it again. Putting the lotion back into the bag, I start rubbing it in further until the car stops; one of the men gets out.
"Call me as soon as you have it set up," he tells his friend as he leaves. The door closes, and the car is moving again. "When do you have to take your next medication?" he asks, but I don't answer as I can't see the time, so at the moment I don't know. "You dropped the tray this morning, and then your hands were shaking. Are your wrists hurting?"What is he doing? He’s not meant to be talking to me. Why is he talking to me?
The car stops and a moment later my door is opened. We can’t be here. I know that it would take a day or more. I mean it took me over a week to get here.
"Let's go," the brown-eyed man says, and I get out but stand where I am. I'm in public now. I can run, and he can't hold me here.Someone would call the cops, someone would help me right?As if he's reading my mind, he leans down and whispers to me, "You have no money. I have all your medication. I'll find you; wherever you run. I'll find you again. So, how about you walk into my house?" Giving him a small nod, I start walking up to the front door.
After he opens the door, he walks over to turn off the alarm. I follow, and the door closes behind me. When the alarm is disarmed, he starts to walk up the stairs without saying a word. I follow him. "It's been a long day. This is your room. I'll come for you in the morning for breakfast." He closes the door behind me and leaves, his footsteps getting further away.
I'm looking around this massive room with its huge floor to ceiling windows that look out onto the city below. I mean this is about ten sizes bigger than my apartment. My eyes begin traveling at the walls to see if I can find the camera, they always have cameras. Staring at the bed, I shake my head and lie on the floor. The floor has been my bed for nearly fourteen years. The floor is where I sleep. I know the rules; I know that I can't break them.
I take my medication and glance at the clock before turning the light off. I look at the lights outside the window.
CHAPTER6
