everything I knew about Steve Bennett to help me find a way out. His life had become a topic of study across the nation after he successfully captured thirteen girls. But since the laws had prevented us from learning details, and tried to save us from having another mass kidnapping, I didn’t know as much as I should. My mom would know more, and my father would know even better. I needed to know about Steve so that I could find out how Damien was going to act. How was he going to treat me, and how was life in this house going to be?
I glanced at the photos again; my mother was the reason I was here, Damien had said so, and he had brought me here to drag my mother out of hiding.
Steve captured the girls to be a replacement wife for the one he lost, Kelly, which was common knowledge due to his ravings in jail. Damien didn’t seem to want that since he didn’t call me Kelly or try to make a move on me. I made all the moves on him, and look where that got me—trapped in a concrete room. I wish I had known sooner that my mom was Anna Cowles; I would appreciate it right now. I would know how she escaped and maybe what to expect; but if she had told me, I either wouldn’t have believed her, or I would have run out on her as I just did.
I sighed in frustration. I wish that her photo could talk to me, tell me what she experienced and tell me how to get out. I just wanted to know what to expect, but Steve would be different than Damien.
I glanced at the photos again, and wondered how Damien was connected in all of this. What did Damien have to gain from taking me? He should know that people would start looking for me when I didn’t go back home right away. The laws made it mandatory to report someone that hadn’t been seen for a week. So what was worth the risk?
“Audrey, are you in there?” Damien’s voice asked through the door.
“Well, it’s not like I could go anywhere else,” I retorted with a drawn out sigh.
“It was only out of courtesy; don’t be rude,” he said, as he walked in and handed me a black sweatshirt.
“What’s this for?”
“It’s going to get cold in the next few weeks. I don’t want you to get sick,” he said nonchalantly, as he turned and walked out of the room.
“I won’t be here then.” He stopped in his tracks as soon as the words left my mouth. I could see the anger in his eyes as he turned to glare at me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ll get out of here. My family will be looking for me.”
“I don’t think they’ll start looking for you for a while. You ran off, remember? Who’s going to look for a runaway?”
"They will!"
"No, they won't. You screamed at them, told them you hated them, and said you wouldn't come back. You're not going anywhere."
He was right; no one was going to look for a runaway. I had run off a few times before, but I always came back. They would just wait for me to cool off and come back home, but I wasn’t going to. I was going to be stuck here with no help, only myself. It wasn’t a terrible thought; I have relied on myself since those laws took away my freedom, and I had to make my own.
“That’s what I thought,” Damien said as he turned to leave.
“I’ll escape,” I said, loud enough for him to hear me.
“I wouldn’t try that, Audrey. This house holds a lot of secrets, and even more traps. You won’t be getting out anytime soon, just accept it. You’re going to live in this room for a long time,” he said as he slammed the door behind him, not caring about what I said after he left.
“Fine, if I can’t escape, I’m going to figure out what you want from me and why you’re helping Steve. There’s got to be something in this house,” I said to myself.
I waited until I was sure Damien had gone down the stairs. I knew there were a few other rooms, one of which my father had stayed in while he and my mother had been trapped here together. My footsteps echoed off the hardwood floor as I traveled to the