Hello, I decided to post this first chapter of story that I had worked on in the past. I REALLY want to continue this story (This is a Riley Freeman story) If you are interested in this and want to read more, please leave reviews. They keep motivated to add more.

I sat down in the basement while in a dog cage, wet from my own urine. I smelled bad, my hair was a mess, and my clothes were stained. I had been locked in there for three days straight and was fed nothing. I only got a few bottles of water for the whole three days. It was my punishment that was given to me by my fake mother known as Sylvia Stinefield. An old lady around the age of 58, her hair was fully gray. She was tall and skinny with wrinkly old hands. She constantly wore all black as if it were her daily uniform. From the outside, she is known as a sweet caring person who wouldn't harm a fly, but deep down, she is sick and twisted person. She became my mother when I was 9 years old and It was far from adoption. One day I was walking to the store and the next thing I knew, a sweet lady asks me if I wanted some free blow pops in her car. I was young and naïve and fell for her trap. That day was the last day I ever saw my real family.

I heard a voice coming towards the basement door. The door slowly creaked open and I saw her coming down the stairs in her dress with an apron tied around her waist . She made it down the stairs and walked towards me, looking at me with her cold eyes. "I'm making dinner" she said with an evil grin. "I cooked some steak, some mash potatoes, and some peas."

I didn't say anything to her. Just sat there and looked at her through the cage, wondering what she was going to do next.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

I nodded my head silently. She turned around to go back up the stairs and left the door open. 15 minutes later she came back with a plate filled with food and a fork on the side. I watched her as she took the lock off the cage.

"Get out" she said in an angry voice. I looked at her with so much fear. I didn't know what she was going to happen. "Have you learned your lesson?" she asked.

I nodded my head. "Yes, mother. I won't ever try to runaway from you again."

She then took the plate of food and scraped it onto the dirty basement floor.

"Since you wanted to runaway from me like a dog, you'll get treated like a dog. I advise you to eat the food because you're going to be in here for two more days." I watched her as she walked back up the stairs and slam the door, leaving me in the dark basement.

I later on decided to eat the mashed potatoes, steak, and peas off of the floor. I ate it with my hands since I had no option of using a fork. I could taste grains of dirt and dust mixed in my food. My body still wanted more and my stomach went to growling hours later. As I sat in the dark basement, I wondered to myself, "When will I ever be saved?" or if my parents will ever find me, or do they even think of me.

A week had passed. I was finally off my punishment. I stood by the sink washing the dishes, while my fake mother and fake father sat down at the kitchen table playing a board game. They made me and Jessica do all of the work. Jessica was my fake sister. She was kidnapped by Sylvia at 6 years old and I was 10 years old at the time. I continued washing the dishes as they laughed it up and chatted.

"It's nice having daughters Sylvia , but what about having a son?." Johnathan , my fake father said.

Sylvia questioned him. "So you want a son now?" she asked.

"Yeah I do. We would have the perfect family then"

I looked at Sylvia who was nodding her head smiling. "Whatever you want it's a son you want..then a son you'll get" she said touching his hand.

The thought of her kidnapping another innocent child made me lose focus on cleaning. I stopped washing the dishes wondering who would be her next victim.

4 Days Later

The door bell had ringed, interrupting my thoughts. "I'll get it—you just keep cleaning those dishes" Sylvia said, walking towards the front door. A minute later, Johnathan left to go upstairs, which made me quietly look out of the kitchen door to see who she was talking to. I couldn't see that well from where I stood, but I noticed it was boy. He looked to be around my age(13) and he was showing her a flyer. I quickly went back to my place and went back to washing the dishes.

Sylvia walked back into the kitchen with a smile on her face.

"Where's your father?"

"Oh, he went upstairs, probably to use to the bathroom"

"Who was that mother?" I asked curiously.

"It was a boy, he gave me a flyer talking about cutting grass for 30 dollars. He was a sweet handsome young fella. I'll have to go tell Johnathan about him. You might have a brother real soon" She took a sip of her water that was left on the table ...isn't that exciting, you having a brother?" she asked.

I nodded my head and smiled. "Yeah..really exciting" I said lying.

It was a Saturday afternoon. I was downstairs cleaning the living room, while Jessica was in the kitchen mopping the floors. Johnathan watched me to make sure I didn't do anything suspect. Sylvia said if I did a good job cleaning today, then I would get a reward which was 1 hour of television. A good job with cleaning meant sweeping and scrubbing wooden floors by hand, dusting the tables and all the knick knacks around the living room, I continued cleaning up the room, until I heard a knock on the door. I walked towards the door, about to answer it, but Sylvia quickly came down the stairs stopping me.

"If I didn't ask you to get the door, then you DON'T get the door, understand?" She asked with an aggravated tone.

"Yes Ma'am." I said backing away from the door. I went back over to the broom and continued sweeping while keeping my eye on her.

"Oh good, you're here" she said in a cheerful voice. "You can start mowing the front lawn, then make your way to the back yard." She said.

After talking to the boy, she closed the door and went back upstairs. 40 minutes later, Sylvia came down the stairs. She told me to follow her in to the kitchen. I watched her as she poured a pitcher of lemonade in a glass.

"I'm going to need your help with something" she said with a weird grin. I knew she was up to no good.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked

She handed me the drink. Give this to the boy outside. I'm going to be watching you through the window, so don't try anything stupid or you know what will happen. I want you to talk with him for a bit, make him feel like you're interested in him…and later on invite him inside the house"

"..Why?"

"DON'T QUESTION ME ANNA, JUST DO IT."

I took the glass, walked out the kitchen and made my way out of the door, Sylvia was watching me through the window blinds. I saw the long haired boy with braids cutting the grass in a white t shirt and blue jeans that hung below his underwear. It was the same boy from yesterday. He stopped cutting the grass when he saw me. –

"Hey" I said nervously. My heart was beating so hard and fast, it could have popped out of my chest.

He walked up the steps to join me on the porch. I reached my hand out giving him the drink. He looked at me funny, I guess it was because of my silence, but I had no Idea what to say, I hadn't been social with anyone around my age since 4 years ago.

He took the drink, saying thanks. "So you live here?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "..yeah.."

"I never saw you around here before..Where do you go to school?"

"I'm home schooled" I said lying. The truth was that I wasn't taught much of anything after being taken. I just learned how to cook, clean, and use a little proper grammar every once in a while.

"So, how old are you?" he asked

"13" I responded fidgeting with my hands.

" Coo, Im 14. We should hangout some time, you look like you don't get out much"

-It was time for me to go for the kill. I didn't want to do it. He seemed like a nice person, but I thought about the punishment I got the other week from not listening. I didn't want to go through that again.

I smiled at him. "Yeah that would be fun to go out and stuff. I'm always stuck in here..doing work.-do you want to come inside for a minute?…we could talk a little more and it's much cooler inside"

He nodded his head smiling. "Yeah, that's coo"

We walked in the house together. I saw Sylvia and Johnathan sitting on the couch, watching TV. There attention quickly turned to us. Sylvia got up and asked him would he like anything to eat like a snack or something, but he was very hesitant.

"I can make you sandwich , would that be okay with you?" she asked him in sweet voice.

"..Yeah, that's coo I guess" he said.

We both went in the kitchen to sit down by the table.

"You never told me what your name was" he said smiling. It seemed like he really liked me, which made me sad and feel like a horrible person because I knew what was going to happen.

" …My name is Anna—what's yours"

"Riley" He said, eying the house. He looked a bit uneasy, like he was getting bad vibes and I couldn't blame him. This place looked like something you would see in a horror flick.

My mother Sylvia was done fixing his sandwich, she handed it to him on a plate, smiling. He said thank you and she left the room. I watched him as he picked at his sandwich. I guess he didn't like it very much. Later on I saw Sylvia walking in the door quietly behind him with an old gun of hers. Riley was still picking at the sandwich, not paying attention, I couldn't say anything or else she was going to punish me. She raised her gun and hit him on his head with a strong force. He fell out of his chair and didn't move not once. I sat there with no expression, but my mind was in total shock.

"He still has a pulse, grab his legs" she said wrapping her hands around his arms. I didn't move from my chair, still in shock of what just happened.

" I SAID GRAB HIS LEGS!" she screamed. I slowly got up and grabbed both of his legs,

My father Johnathan came in the kitchen. "I'll wipe the blood off the floor" he said grabbing a wet towel.

Sylvia and I headed towards the basement with the unconscious boy. We took our time going down the stairs with him and laid him down in the basement. As we put him down, I looked at Sylvia who had blood on her shirt.-" welcome to the family" she said smiling while looking at him as he laid there blacked out.

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