I open my eyes.
It has been what two days now?
Or it's the same day?
Where are my daddies?
Why haven't they found me yet?
The door opens.
I cover my eyes.
The bright lights hurt.
It's shut again. Locked.
I am not alone.
He has come in again.
With a stuffy and a blanket.
And food.
My stomach rumbles in protest.
I sit up and scoot the wall.
Like that would help me not want the food and the blanket and the goddamn juice.
I am thirsty.
I am hungry.
I am cold.
"Come here baby.. I know you want to.. "
Aaagggrrrhhh. God, I want to! I want the food and the blanket.
I shift a step forward involuntarily.
"Good girl.. Come on.."
I don't want to. I know he is a bad person and I should not want to go to him but he has food and a blanket, and I move in closer to him.
