Princess to Prisoner

Picture Perfect

After he left I just sat there crying. He really doesn't have a heart. The only way I will survive this is if I kill him.

He knows we got Sam. He doesn't know that Me and Missy killed him. I never told him that part.

Never told him how I stabbed him again and again, and then Missy and I made him eat the knife. I myself didn't think I was ever capable of anything like that.

I thought I killed my r****t. I don't feel bad for what I did to Sam. He deserved it. And so does Antonio. He deserves so much worse.

Still sitting on the dirty mattress. I start looking around the room. Trying to see what I could use. My eyes still watering. It was hard to focus on anything.

I decided to get up and put the sheets and blankets on the mattress. At least then I can actually some what get comfortable. Or try too.

I opened the sheets and walked over to the mattress. Lifting up the corner there was an old picture. Looking at it. I couldn't believe it.

It was a beautiful girl she couldn't have been older then 16. She was holding a baby. Walking to the light to get a better look at it. It has creases, and was in horrible condition. It said Samantha and Oliver.

She had a smile on her face, but her eyes told a different story. She looked terrified, and so sad. She was dirty, and had bruises on the parts of her skin that were showing.

Looking at the baby. He was maybe a yr old, and he looked to be healthy. Dirty but he was so cute. He looks just like like him.

Antonio has done this before! My heart broke for this girl. I couldn't believe it. Shes just a kid. I wonder what happened to her and the baby?

I heard Antonio taking the locks off the door. I put the picture back, and acted as if I was making the bed when he walked down.

"I'm surprised you even know how to do that." He laughed.

"What the f**k do you want?" I snapped.

"I was just bringing you extra water, and you better drink it." He said setting them down on the ground.

"Fine!... You can go now!"

"Ha! Still treating me like the help. I will go when I go."

"Now whos acting spoiled." I said under my breath. Pretending to still be making the bed.

He walked over to me and grabbed my arm. "What did you say b***h? Me... Spoiled... You know nothing about me!"

"I know enough Asshole!" I yell pulling my arm from his grasp.

"You don't even realize how lucky you have it right now. I can make things so much worse for you!"

I didn't respond. I can't imagine it being worse, but remembering back to that picture. Having so many questions cross my mind.

Thankfully his phone started ringing and he left to answer it.

I go back to the picture. Laying on the bed looking at it. Wondering if my son will have a brother.

Why does he care so much about my baby, if he treated his other like this. My baby can't grow up like this. My baby WON'T grow up like this.

I don't know if my uncle got the messages, and I don't know if he will beable to find me here. I don't even know where I am. I have to find away out of here.

I tuck the picture into my bra. Then I start really, looking around. It's not very well lit in here. There has to be something. Then on the wall I see carved into the wood, at the bottom. "God please help us"

My heart stopped and ran my fingers across those words. rubing my baby with my other hand. Closing my eyes and praying for the exact thing.

Then it hit me. She carved this. What did she use? There has to be something here.

I started looking again, when I heard the locks again.

I quickly grabbed a water bottle and drank as much as I could as fast as I could. Making my way to the mattress, and sitting down, before he got it opened. I stick the pen in my wasitband. I was clearly out of breath.

"What were you doing?!"

"It's just hard to breathe down here." Just then realize I can use this. He doesn't care about me, he cares about my baby. "I don't think it's very good for the baby. The dust and mold will make him sick."

He looks around. Then sets down my dinner and grabs my hair. "Come on" he says, pulling me towards the stairs.

He leads me up and into the house. It was much cleaner now. Walking be to one of the doors in the back. He opens it and says "you try anything and I promise YOU WILL BE SORRY!" He shut the door.

I waited a moment and ran to it and tried to open it. It was locked. I loooked around. It was a very small room. Looked like a childs room.. Maybe the boy from the picture?. A broken toddler bed, an old dresser, and just a few items of clothes and a couple toys on the floor. Everything was covered in dust, and dirt it was hard to tell.

I went to the window, it was nailed shut and had bars on it. Who would put bars on a window? Why? I needed to get out of my mind. I forced myself to focus.

I began looking around. There has to be something here I can use. So many holes in the walls. Picturing that baby having to live here. I felt so bad. How could he do this to a child!

It was hopeless. There was nothing in this room to help me. I grabbed a small toy car, and I laid on the floor, cuddling it. Praying to Every God I know of... Crying myself to sleep.

I don't how much time has passed. It was very bright out when Antonio comes in to wake me up. He looked like he had been up all night.

He gave me one hard push on my side. "I hope you slept well." He said. I could feel the daggers of his voice stabbing me as he said it. Not even giving me a chance to fully wake up. He grabs my arm and tries to pull me up.

He pulls me into the kitchen area, and sits me at a little table. I looked towards the door. "Don't even think about it." He says as he grabs me some food and sets it in front of me.

I nibble at it a little bit. Trying to take as much time as I can before being locked back up in the cellar. "Where are we."I asked him. "Who's room was that?" Trying to get some answers.

"Just eat!"

After I finished he pulled me up by my arm again and lead me to the door. It was daytime this time, so I was looking around to see where I am at. Nothing but trees. Then I see it. The pen I had written those notes with. It must have fallen out when I was walking here last time.

Soon as we reached where it was I pretended to fall on my hands and knees.

"Get up bitch." He says as he pulls my arm hard.

I pick up the pen and stick it into my waist band making it look like I was grabbing my stomach. "Hold on a f*****g second!" I snap back pretending I was in pain.

"Whats wrong?!"

"Nothing, I'm fine as I slowly get back to my feet. He leads me to the cellar and opens it up and demands I go down. I listen.

He had the place pretty clean. At least it wasn't full of spiders, and there wasn't 2 inches of dust covering everything.

I can feel him staring at me. I look up at him standing there "What do you want, a f*****g award."

"Stupid b***h" he snarls back slamming the door shut.

Did he seriously expect me to say thank you. I kneel down next to the mattress, and used the pen to cut a little slit in the mattress and hide my picture, and my pen.

I lay down looking around trying to figure out a plan. Looking at the planks on the ceiling. I can see some of the nails sticking out.

I grab the bucket it was a new one, and I haven't used it yet. I flip it upside down, and stood on it to try and pull out the nails.

I manage to get the first one out. I loosely stuck it back in. I didn't know what I was going to do with them yet, but There isn't anything else down here. I was able to get a couple more out before my fingers hurt to bad.