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Chapter 1
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I stared at the door and tried not to
whimper
Tonight had been bad.
l'd made him dinner after school,
following the instructions he gave me
exactly; or so I thought.
Apparently, his meat was "too red."
T'm not a wild animal!" I recalled him
saying.
"Kimberly, get back up here and
clean this mess!" Fred yelled from
the top of the stairs.
With a sigh, I slowly unwound myself
from the tight ball I was in.
I sucked in a breath as pain shot through my rib;
I was sure it was broken, I crawled from my spot on the bed and across the concrete floor,
holding in the whimpers threatening to escape my throat.It took time but I made out the the door and up the stairs, only to look into his cold, dark eyes.
"Stop being a lazy brat and go clean up dinner" He demanded.
At least he didn't hit me this time. I nodded, dropping my eyes to the floor, and ambled my way to the kitchen in an awkward, painful gait.
I made it to the sink and turned the water on. It spurted choppily from the nozzle for a moment before evening out somewhat smoothly.
We weren't poor, necessarily,but we definitely weren't well off.
Sometimes the heat didn't work, or the water, or the electricity.
With just the two of us, Fred was the only one who worked. I would if I could-maybe then l'd use what
earned to get out of here.
But that was far from happening.
Fred controlled my life,
every bit of it. No work, no friend,food-except for certain occasions, I had to come up with my own ways
to survive- and absolutely no
leaving. He'd made that clear several times.
I thought he'd just want me dead. I
mean, no eating?
Why not just kill me now?
Obviously he didn't want me around.
But then again, no leaving? It didn't
add up.
I flinched as water sprayed at me. I
shook it off and continued scrubbing
at the dish in my hands.
That's what I was here for; his dirty
work. I cooked and I cleaned, and as
payment, I was always beating by
him, no food, and the moment I tried to speak.
I was completely mute thanks to him
Fred. I probably could speak if I tried
hard enough but it's not like I had a reason to try.
And it had been so long since I uttered a word,
I didn't even know what it would feel
like.
I could run, set myself free. I don't
think 'd make it far, but I could try.
I sighed with my thoughts Even if
did run, he'd definitely catch me.
And I didn't think my body could
handle the beating that would come after such a stunt.
Besides, where would I go if I did. And if Fred wasn't the issue on that
one, no one wanted to be friends
with the "Mute Freak"
My eighteenth birthday was in just
Over a month. That should mean in six weeks, Fred legally didn't have a hand on the wheel of my life anymore.
But when that day came, I knew it wouldn't change anything.
Not for me with the situation I was in. Turning eighteen didn't automatically fill my wallet and that left me at the same place I was now: trapped in the palm of Fred's hand.
I shook my head, reeling in the tears
about to fall.
When l'd placed the last dish on the
drying rack,
I grabbed a hand towel and began
drying everything l'd just scrubbed
clean.
Afterwards, I soaked a rag and wiped
all the counters and the table,
scrubbing some spots to make sure
it was really clean. I didn't want Fred
finding a sticky spot on the
counter top.
When the kitchen was finally
spotless, I made my way back down
to the basement to my room.
The journey there was slow an
painful; I had to bite my cheek.
I could definitely make noise. My
vocal chords worked perfectly fine-
they had been unintentionally tested
with cries of pain over the years.
That's why I was very positive I could
speak again if I wanted to,
I just thought staying mute was for
the best while living there with Fred.
It wasn't much, but at least I had a
bed It was pushed against the wall
and only had one quilt on top -my
only source of warmth at night.
Next to my bed sat my back pack,
where I hid the iPod my mom had
given to me for my seventh birthday.
It was super old, and just a shuffle so all it could do was play music.
the rest of my memories of my
mom under the bed in a little box.
On the other side of the small room
sat my dresser- if you can even
call it that.
It was a small wooden thing with a
few drawers that held the few outfits
Owned.
A door next to that lead to thee
rundown bathroom.
I grimaced as pain shot through my
rib again I knew it was going to take
a while to heal.
I slipped off my blood-covered
and replaced it with an old cotton one.
It was a small wooden thing with a
few drawers that held the few outfits
owned.
A door next to that lead to the
rundown bathroom.
I grimaced as pain shot through my
rib again T knew it was going to take
a while to heal.
I slipped off my blood-covered shirt
and replaced it with an old coton
one.
I did the same to my jeans, changing
into a pair of old ripped leggings.
I brushed my teeth and hair before
setting my alarm on the iPod and
getting in bed
just hoped tomorrow would be
better.It was a small wooden thing with a
few drawers that held the few outfits
owned.
A door next to that lead to the
rundown bathroom.
I grimaced as pain shot through my
rib again T knew it was going to take
a while to heal.
I slipped off my blood-covered shirt
and replaced it with an old coton
one.
I did the same to my jeans, changing
into a pair of old ripped leggings.
I brushed my teeth and hair before
setting my alarm on the iPod and
getting in bed
just hoped tomorrow would be
better.It was a small wooden thing with a
few drawers that held the few outfits
owned.
A door next to that lead to the
rundown bathroom.
I grimaced as pain shot through my
rib again T knew it was going to take
a while to heal.
I slipped off my blood-covered shirt
and replaced it with an old coton
one.
I did the same to my jeans, changing
into a pair of old ripped leggings.
I brushed my teeth and hair before
setting my alarm on the iPod and
getting in bed
just hoped tomorrow would be
better.It was a small wooden thing with a
few drawers that held the few outfits
owned.
A door next to that lead to the
rundown bathroom.
I grimaced as pain shot through my
rib again T knew it was going to take
a while to heal.
I slipped off my blood-covered shirt
and replaced it with an old coton
one.
I did the same to my jeans, changing
into a pair of old ripped leggings.
I brushed my teeth and hair before
setting my alarm on the iPod and
getting in bed
just hoped tomorrow would be
better.It was a small wooden thing with a
few drawers that held the few outfits
owned.
A door next to that lead to the
rundown bathroom.
I grimaced as pain shot through my
rib again T knew it was going to take
a while to heal.
I slipped off my blood-covered shirt
and replaced it with an old coton
one.
I did the same to my jeans, changing
into a pair of old ripped leggings.
I brushed my teeth and hair before
setting my alarm on the iPod and
getting in bed
just hoped tomorrow would be
better.It was a small wooden thing with a
few drawers that held the few outfits
owned.
A door next to that lead to the
rundown bathroom.
I grimaced as pain shot through my
rib again T knew it was going to take
a while to heal.
I slipped off my blood-covered shirt
and replaced it with an old coton
one.
I did the same to my jeans, changing
into a pair of old ripped leggings.
I brushed my teeth and hair before
setting my alarm on the iPod and
getting in bed
just hoped tomorrow would be
better.It was a small wooden thing with a
few drawers that held the few outfits
owned.
A door next to that lead to the
rundown bathroom.
I grimaced as pain shot through my
rib again T knew it was going to take
a while to heal.
I slipped off my blood-covered shirt
and replaced it with an old coton
one.
I did the same to my jeans, changing
into a pair of old ripped leggings.
I brushed my teeth and hair before
setting my alarm on the iPod and
getting in bed
just hoped tomorrow would be
better.
