Have all meals ready for me when I get home.
3. Make sure the house stays clean.
4. Never speak out of turn or back talk.
5. Do not argue. I'm right, you're wrong.
6. You belong to me and only me.
7. You take care of the house, I provide for the family.
8. You do not leave the house unless told so.
9. You treat me like a loving husband; I will be one.
10. Take care of the kid; he follows similar rules.
11. Never tell me no! See rule 1.
12. Do not try to hurt me. I over power you.
13. Don’t lie or fake. I don’t care if you don’t like it here, because you’re mine now.
If any of these rules are broken, punishment will ensue.
“Obviously, Garrett is no longer with us, so rule ten is no longer in effect. I will think of a different one to take its spot later,” Damien said with a suggestive smile.
“Garrett?” I questioned skeptically.
“Yes, your father. Let me guess, they never told you how they met. What a pity. I hear it was a fantastic love story,” Damien sneered.
“They met in college, he spilled coffee on her dress accidentally,” I asserted, remembering what my parent’s had told me when I asked. Damien just laughed, and had to lean against the wall for support when he couldn’t stop.
“You actually believe that?” he questioned with a chuckle. “Well, I give them credit, they worked hard to cover up the past.”
“What do you mean?”
“You honestly think that they met under normal circumstances, as if it was fate? If you do, you’re stupid—everyone knows that they met in this house.”
“I am not stupid!” I yelled back, as his hand landed on my shoulder. I didn’t feel afraid, but I pulled my shoulder from his touch as he undid the bounds around my wrists.
“You were senseless with the information you gave me, a total stranger. So that makes you reckless, irresponsible, and stupid. You could have saved yourself from this,” Damien spat, as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the bare halls of the house. I could hear the echoing clap of my footsteps as I was forced to follow Damien up the stairs. The second floor had a main room, with a large window, and then three smaller rooms connected to it. The large window was boarded up; I would never see daylight again.
“It’s a pity you had to be Anna Cowles’ daughter,” Damien sighed, as he forced open one of the doors.
“Why?”
“Because I honestly liked you. I enjoyed the intelligent conversation and the lively company, but now I have to keep you trapped against your will. That will put quite the damper on our relationship.”
“There is no relationship!” I spat, as he leaned closer to me.
“Don’t say that, Audrey. I was thinking of changing rule number nine to treating me as the perfect boyfriend, and then rule ten would be to act as if you loved me.”
“Wouldn’t that cancel out rule thirteen then? I’d be faking!”
“I saw how you were last night. You won’t be faking,” Damien said with a laugh as he shut the door, leaving me alone and isolated.
The room was stripped to the bare necessities. There were no windows or wallpaper, just concrete walls, hard wooden floors, and a bed. The only wall decorations were thirteen pictures that hung on the wall. The girls didn’t look familiar to me until I got to the one right before mine, my mother. I had seen photos of her from my grandmother’s photo album, but none of them looked like this. I shivered as I stared at my mother’s picture. It must have been horrifying living here, and now I was trapped like she had been.
My parents had warned me of the dangers of the world, the laws had tried to protect me, and the kidnappings were a typical conversation, but I still didn’t listen. Now I was going to understand exactly what the laws had been trying to protect me from. I was going to have to live through what my mother did, and hopefully survive like she did.
Chapter 5
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