Author's Note: Well, thank you to the person who reviewed chapter two. Hopefully this story isn't too boring, but I promise, it will get better. I wrote this when I was 18 and I'm making changes as well, but, if there are any silent readers reading-please..PLEASE review because it helps me know that my story isn't shitty..I hope it isn't shitty to you guys...

Courtney POV

I sat in my twin sized bed looking at the wall. Sarah(Jessica) who shared a room with me, sat in her bed drawing. Sylvia gave us crayons and color pencils with paper to keep ourselves busy, since we didn't have a TV to watch. We didn't even have windows in our room to get a view of the scenery outside. I started to think about my real mother and father, wondering if they were in the same place they lived before. If I could set myself free, I would make it my mission to find my way back home to them, but I fear the thought of them not recognizing me, not even caring about me anymore. What if they just eventually moved on? My thoughts slipped away as Sarah asked me a question.

"Do you think we'll ever get out of here?" she asked.

I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. I had basically given up hope and me being freed from this place was only a fantasy.

"I don't know, Sarah—maybe.." I said lying. My honest answer would have been "NO, we're never going to be free." But since she was only 10, I didn't want to get her hopes down.

She then went back to drawing on her coloring paper.

TWO DAYS LATER—RILEY FREEMAN-POV

After being in a cage for a couple of days hungry and smelling, I decided to "cooperate" with the crazy bitch. Mrs. Stinefield came down stairs with Mr. Stinefield by her side.. She had some keys in her hand and Mr. Stinefield had a gun in his. She walked towards me. "Good morning, Raymond " she said looking at me with that stupid weird grin of hers. She then looked down at the piss on the floor, which was from me because I refused to piss on myself, so I aimed out of the cage.

"Are you ready to listen?" she asked.

"Yes…..….mother"

I felt weird calling her my mother, but I had to get out this shithole and I wasn't going to get any further being stuck in a damn cage.

She kneeled down unlocking the cage. "Don't try anything stupid now, Momma wouldn't want to have to shoot you, sweetie"

I got out of the cage and stood up. Mr. Stinefield got behind me, pointing the gun while Mrs. Stinefield was on my side. I limped up the stairs as she held my left arm. We went up some more stairs, leading us to the second floor. The hall ways were long with doors on each sides of the wall. We finally stopped and went inside the 4th door on the left. It was a bathroom. -I saw clothes hanging from a rack. It was a blue button up shirt with black pants and some ugly black church looking shoes on the floor.

"I ran some water for you in the tub, Raymond. I know you're tired of being filthy, so you can take your clothes off and get in the tub."

I looked at her and then at who stood in front of the closed door with the gun in his hand.

"Can um…Can I get a little privacy?" I asked politely.

"Oh, no, we have to make sure you don't try anything. You know what happened the last time"

"What can I do? I'm in a bathroom with no windows..nothing but a tub and a sink. Can't you just stand outside the door?"

She shook her head from side to side. "DON'T question me. Just get in the tub and clean yourself up dear. We have dinner waiting downstairs"

I stood there silently for a while thinking if I should do it or not. I decided to just go along with it and took off my clothes, getting in the tub. It was the most uncomfortable experience I've ever been in.

We left out the bathroom 15 minutes later and went towards a door on the right in the hallway. "She unlocked three locks that were on the outside of the door.

"Anna, Jessica, It's time for dinner." she said walking in the room. I stood outside waiting next to , who STILL had the gun in his hand. I never knew, I, a 14 year old boy could be so threatening to adults that they would need a gun to protect themselves. I later on saw all three of them walk out the room. Courtney(known as Anna) looked at me for a moment, then turned her head the other way. We all went down the stairs and into the kitchen.

The table was covered with a bunch of food(that didn't look very appetizing). While we sat at the table, I looked at everyone eating there dinner, especially Courtney(Anna). I couldn't believe how brainwashed she was to actually believe that this was her new family.

"Raymond, you're sure not eating like a boy who hasn't eaten in two days…Is something wrong?" Mrs. Stinefield asked.

. "Not really. I just think the food could use a little seasoning or something…it's very bland."

"I don't put seasoning in my cooking, Not good for your health"

"….riiight.." I responded sarcastically.

I couldn't help but to think of her as a hypocrite with her "Not good for your health" statement. Not good for my health would be locking me in a cage for days without real food to eat. Not good for my health would be Mr. Stinefield kicking and beating me until my ribs were sore. I couldn't stand looking at her face. I felt sorry for those two girls that they had to be put through this for so many years. This wasn't a home, it was a prison.

After we finished eating the horrible tasteless food, She made me and Courtney(Anna) wash the dishes while Sarah(Jessica) wiped the table and organized can goods in the cabinet. The Stinefields sat in the living room, which wasn't too far from the kitchen, keeping an eye on us. I stood next to Courtney by the kitchen sink and washed dishes.

She didn't speak, just continued to wash the plates.

"You don't talk very much, huh?" I asked curiously in a whisper tone so the Stinefields wouldn't hear.

"I do talk. I just don't have anything to say…" she said whispering back.

"Well, I have plenty to say. We have to get out of here..don't you want to be free of this hell house?"

"For the last time, I told you, you're never going to leave, okay? So just forget about it, this is your new home so you better get used to it"

"I don't fucking think so-Where are the knives ?" I asked

"I don't know. They don't keep them in the kitchen. A knife wouldn't do you any good, they would still take you down..they will win no matter what, so why even try?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? It's like you just don't care . Do you like being in this fucking shithole prison?" I asked annoyed.

"Why do you curse so much?" she asked changing the subject.

"I curse when I'm angry and so far I haven't been in a good mood since I been here"

We stopped talking when we heard footsteps coming towards the room. Mrs. Stinefield came into the kitchen. "Hurry it up with those dishes" she said sitting down in a chair. She watched us until all three of us were finished.

Later on, she sent us to our rooms. She stopped by Courtney and Sarah's room first and Locked their door with 3 locks. -Then it was off to my room,. The room had nothing in it, but a mattress and a blanket.

"…you gotta be kidding me.." I said looking at her.

"Maybe when you calm your attitude down a bit, then we could give you a better bedroom, but until then, this is what you get."

She stepped back out of the room closing the door.

I took a seat on the mattress, putting both hands on my face with my head in my lap. I tried to hold back the tears, but I couldn't resist, just thinking about my mom, my brother, and grandfather, wondering what they were doing, and if they were looking for me made overwhelmed with emotions. I decided that I couldn't wonder any longer. I had to get the fuck out.

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