I curled up in bed to read comfortably after finding more comfortable clothes. I became part of the world that I was reading about, forgetting that time was passing by as I read each word. It started to get harder to read and I was about to light a candle when it clicked that I was in serious trouble.
I threw down the book on my bed and jumped off, not caring about saving my spot in my book. I ran through the door, I heard it crash behind me as I ran down the stairs two at a time. My heart raced as I wondered how much trouble I was in.
I was late for dinner and I had no idea how he was going to react. When I got down there, the table was empty and dark. My heart was racing, as I tried to figure out if I was early or late. It was a serious, horrible surprise. I screamed when I felt someone take hold of my shoulders and whip me around. Manson was standing in front of me, glaring down upon me as his fingers left marks on my shoulders. I felt so terrified, as breathing became hard for me and I started to wonder if killing me was too low for him to do.
“I’m… sorry… I was reading… and lost track of time.” I stammered. My tongue was almost tripping over the words.
My eyes were big with worry as I tried to force some air into my lungs. Manson didn’t say a word as he dragged me up the stairs with a tighter grip on my arm. I wouldn’t allow myself to whimper in pain in front of him, but with my voice was drenched in pure fear, as I apologized over and over. Bruises were already forming on my skin.
The sorrys didn’t seem to wear him down at all as he tossed me into my room. I almost lost my footing as I grabbed onto a bedpost. Holding onto the wood for dear life, I feared he would come after me again, but instead, he slammed the door. A soft click followed. He had locked me in. Shaking, I fell to the floor into fetal position with tears just waiting to be released.
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