Rose
I stare at the door, becoming angry.
When the f**k is he going to let me out this b***h?
I throw my pillow across the room.
This is why I ran away, I knew he would do this again.
The first time I was in this room, I understood it. He had kidnapped me and I was something he wanted but I didn't want him.
But now, I thought we were closer than this. I told him I wouldn't leave. I told him, but he doesn't trust me.
Just like my dad.
He would keep me in my room, locked up just like this until I was ready to train.
I would scream and shout that I was ready but he would always hear the tears in my voice and tell me I wasn't.
I was five.
By ten, I had just got used to the guns, knives, blood. Everything.
I didn't cry anymore. No, I was angry.
So when my mom told us we were leav
