In this, Alone

Plot

I'm fifteen years old.

Two weeks ago... My life changed completely.

My mum was involved in a hit-and-run car accident. She didn't make it.

They never found the killer, and I was taken by DCF.

I was placed in a horrible foster family, The Wilson.

A middle-aged couple and their spoiled teenage daughter.

They heard they would get paid heaps of money for being a career "Like, they need more money, their house was huge."

The day DCF dropped me off at the Wilson residence, DCF handed Mrs Wilson an envelope with a few thousand dollars to help the Wilson family take care of me.

The minute DCF left the Wilson resident. Mr. Wilson dragged me down the stairs into the empty dark basement. He threw me a light blanket, an old camping mattress, two buckets, a toilet roll, and a mini-touch.

"This is where you will live from now on. You will only be allowed out of your room if Mrs. Wilson or I let you." Mr. Wilson locked the basement door behind him and headed upstairs.

Alone in the dark basement, I flicked on the little touch I was given. Overhearing Mrz. Wilson fired her three maids.

Looking around the basement, I noticed a hot water tank but nothing else.

Being stuck down here, I rolled out the camping mattress and sat down there, placing the light blanket on my legs. I removed my backpack from my back and I placed it on the mattress. Unzipping my bag, I had my art book, diary, pencil case, a touch, a wallet, a drink bottle, a packet of chips, and a few clothes.

Grabbing my art book and pencil case. I drew what I could see and how I felt.

A dark, scary basement with a young girl sitting alone in the corner of the room with her head on her knees.

Later that day, I could hear someone walking down the stairs towards me. Placing my art book and pencil case back into my backpack. Mrs Wilson opened the basement door, "Come on, you have work to do."

I was ordered to do all the housework alone. Mrs. and Mr. Wilson would check over the house when I finished making sure I did a good job and if I didn't do it to their liking I was smacked around and forced to clean the whole house again. I was forced to make food, watch them eat it and if there were any leftovers, then only then was I allowed to eat.

Two weeks have passed.

Not being able to mourn my mother's death, being dragged downstairs daily, trapped in the dark for hours, being smacked around whenever they liked and only allowed out to clean the house or make food for the family.

I caved in, about to finish cleaning. I knew Mrs Wilson would be back any minute to lock me downstairs. See Mrs Wilson's handbag on the kitchen bench. I walked over in a hurry and grabbed her wallet. I took the envelope out. Chucking the envelope in my bra quickly. I placed the wallet back in the handbag. I grabbed the spray and cloth out of the cupboard and began to spray the bench.

Mrs Wilson walked into the kitchen.

"Good, good. That's what I like to see," Mrs Wilson commented.

"Are you almost done? I have places to be, and you need to be away."

"Yeah, Almost done."

"I'll be back in a minute, then I'll take you downstairs." Mr Wilson said, turning away and walking out of the kitchen.

"This is it"

Running downstairs to the basement, I grabbed my backpack and ran back upstairs and out the front door, down the driveway, down the street onto the main road, and continued running until I found a bus stop a few miles away from the Wilson residents.

Not knowing what to do but knowing I can't go back there. I put my hand out, signaling the bus driver. I got on the bus not looking back. I contacted my friend , "To meet up, I need help and need to get out of town." and threw my phone out the small bus window. As the Wilson likely GPS tracking it. Arriving at the bus stop my friend was waiting with what I asked for a new licence with a new identity and a key for a small cabin in the woods. waiting for the next bus to come took a while when it finally came I signed it down jumping on heading to the last town. Falling asleep on the bus, the bus driver woke me at the last stop.

"Last stop, Miss stop, you have to get off. It's the last stop." opening my eyes, the bus driver was trying to get my attention "Miss, Last Stop", he repeated.

Getting off the bus, the town was unrecognizable. Looking around for a sign to see where I was. "Welcome to Haven."

Back at the Wilson house.

Mrs Wilson is going off, "I told that girl I had plans."

"Where is she?"

Mrs Wilson walked towards the basement, "Oi, You down there" she yelled out.

Hearing a creak echo up the stairs, Mrs Wilson thought Melissa was down there already. "Good, glad you know though next time stay where I told you", locking the door.

Mrs Wilson cheerfully grabs her handbag off the kitchen bench and heads to the most famous restaurant in town.

"Breaking two stone with one bird."

"Life is wonderful," Mrs Wilson said as she entered her car.

Mrs Wilson grabbed her phone and called Mr Wilson.

"Are you guys there?"

"yeah, heading now. That girl took longer than expected."

"Love you both, see you soon"

Mrs Wilson hung up the phone and drove to the restaurant.

Back at the bus stop. Lost and not sure what to do. I knew I wasn't going back to the trailer park. I sat down and counted the coins I had in my pocket.I walked over to the gas station and bought a packet of chips and a drink. Walking back over to the bus stop, I grabbed a small solid stick on the ground. I sat down on the bus bench, ate my chips and drank my drink. Using the curb to sharpen the bottom of the stick into a sharp pointed end for protection.

At the restaurant, the Wilson family has been ordering up big. Seafood platters, osters, truffles, and more.

A few hours passed, at almost midnight, the Wilson family is all finished at the restaurant and is ready to pay, waiting for the waiter to bring back the receipt. The Wilsons talk among themselves.

"Life has been so great since we got this free money, no taking care of that girl." The Wilson daughter said and they all laughed.

"Good evening, Here is your bill. I'll be back in a few minutes to come collect. Thank you and I hope you all had a wonderful night."

The waiter walked away.

Mrs Wilson opened up the little book with the receipt "1400 thousand".

"That's nothing," Mrs Wilson said proudly, opening up her wallet. Her face dropped, and her heart stopped for a second. "It's all gone," Mrs Wilson said under her breath in shock.

"What do you mean all gone? " Mr Wilson said, raising his voice.

"Ten Grand, gone." Mrs Wilson replied in shock and under her breath.

"Sign the book, We need to go." Mr Wilson said, angry about paying for the food.

"That girl stole from us." Mr Wilson yelled, "She's going to know about it!"

"Hurry up, get in," Mr Wilson said, demanding his wife and daughter get in the car faster.

Speeding home, drunk and angry. Mr Wilson is swerving all over the road. Pulling up at the house, Mr Wilson parked on the lawn in the garden thinking it was the driveway.

Rushing inside, Mr Wilson begins yelling around.

"You think you can come into my house and take money from me and think you get away with it. You got another thing coming."

Mr Wilson tried to kick down the basement door. It did nothing. "f**k you," Mr Wilson said, grabbing the key and opening the basement door.

"Get here now"

The basement is dark and you can't see anything.

Missing the basement step, Mr Wilson tripped down the stairs.

Laying on the ground in pain, Mr. Wilson called out "Help, help", "Girl, help me" he demanded, thinking she was in there. A creaky eco up the stairs.

"Get her" Mr Wilson yelled to his wife and daughter.

" Where? " They both yelled back.

"Never mind, Help me. She will be back!"

Mrs Wilson grabbed a portable lamp and walked down to the basement with their daughter. Helping Mr. Wilson up two flights of stairs and to the lounge.

Back at the bus stop. I had just finished up with my drink and making a shive stick. Tired and cold. I snuggled up in the corner on the bus bench, legs in my jumper and hoodie covering my head, a shive stick in my right hand ready for anyone who wants to mess around. I closed my eyes and went for a nap. Staying alert and also resting my body.

Back at the Wilson house, Mr Wilson lays down on the lounge angry, tired, and in pain from falling. Mr Wilson decides to sleep on the lounge and watch football. Mrs Wilson and their daughter headed upstairs to bed.