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spoon?”
    I
nodded, “Yep, a rusty dull spoon.”
    “You’re
an evil bitch,” he said looking back at the game.
    “Just
now figuring that out?” asked Simon.
    “Keep
it up and she won’t cook,” stated Kale not removing his eyes from the football
game, “and I want breakfast.”
    I
looked up at the ceiling hoping for patience; it was like dealing with three
very large, very loud, five year olds.  “I am never having kids.” I muttered to
myself and headed back to my room.
    I
checked my cell and noticed that I had missed a call.  I sat down and called my
voicemail while pulling my boots off, it was the producer of the reality show. 
I was only half listening when I heard a name no one had breathed near me in
years, my chest instantly tightened and all the air left my body.  No, no, no,
no, this cannot be happening, I thought while I slid off my bed onto the floor
into the fetal position—the phone forgotten.
    I
was woken up by my alarm clock screeching, I yawned and moved my arms to brush
the hair out of my face, only I met resistance, I looked up and found that my
hands were handcuffed to the bed.  I started to panic looking around the room;
I moved my legs only to find that I couldn’t move them either.  I yelled out
for Tristan, he was supposed to be taking care of me, and Daddy said he was in
charge.  I heard something move and I jerked my head towards the noise, Tristan
stood there watching me, I screamed for him to let me go but he only laughed. 
I fought against the restraints wanting Cas at that moment; Cas would never let
anything happen to me, he was my Prince Caspian.  Tristan walked towards me and
slapped me hard, I could taste blood in my mouth. I screamed out for Cas,
wanting him to come save me.  Tristan yelled at me to shut up, then hit me
again, he hit me over and over and I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t get
away.  Eventually I blacked out, when I woke back up I was still handcuffed to
my bed but the room was empty and I hurt all over.
    “God
damn it, Scout,” I heard someone yell.  “Get the Haldol, and a syringe!” Then I
was gone again in my own personal hell.
    He
called me little one, he never said my name, only little one, he came back into
my room shortly after I woke up calling me that name.  He dumped a bucket of
cold water on me, when I whined he hit me again, repeatedly.  He hit me until I
once again blacked out; I was beginning to prefer being unconscious, it didn’t
hurt as much.
    “Fucking
hell, Simon.” I heard a voice, it was not his voice it was a voice that meant I
was safe. “What do we do now?”
    “We
wait, Kale.” Another voice answered, another voice I knew, Simon, Simon would
never let me be hurt.
    I
was so cold when I woke up, and I was alone again.  I was happy I was alone if
he wasn’t here then he couldn’t hit me.  I didn’t want him to hurt me anymore. 
I did not know what I had done to make him angry.  Cas would never let him
treat me like this, and Simon would wonder where I was since I wasn’t at
school.  Wait, what day was this?  I couldn’t remember anymore, was I supposed
to be in school?
    “Shhh,
Scout,” a voice whispered.  I tried to concentrate on that voice and I realized
how tired I was. I felt my eyes close, but closing my eyes did not make me
safe, it meant he could hurt me more.  I whimpered when I felt someone run
hands down my arm.  “She’s so cold,” someone said, of course I was cold he
dumped cold water on me and then left me.  I fought for so long against closing
my eyes only to realize they were closed and I couldn’t fight any longer.
    I
bolted upright screaming, my voice sounded strange and my throat was sore.  I
instantly started looking around, I could hear voices, but I didn’t see anyone.
    “Not
fucking again.” I heard Simon say, then the door opened and he walked in.
“Scout, you here with us?”
    I
nodded my head watching him warily.  He slowed his pace and let me see