Thank you, exbo. I'm glad it didn't sound rushed. This chapter though is going to be shorter in word count, but the same length on a word document LOL. I'm going to play with the Gary a little. I wasn't going to add this chapter, but I think I want him to be a little bit more rounder than just Here I am and There I go. So welcomed to the unplanned, added chapter. I enjoy being spontaneous every now and then. This chapter is on time with how I want it, but I'm going too slow with the next chapter. If I don't have it done on Friday I'm going to cry LOL. Hopefully this story will be done no later than early next week. There are only three chapters after this one.
Warnings: None not even language. I'm putting this under a warning too there is a slight humor, but I stink at writing humors if anyone has read any of my other stories. LOL if you don't laugh don't worry about it because I'm sure it wasn't THAT funny. Anyway enough said. Let's get this chapter started.
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Chapter Seven
It wasn't long before my captor came up to the room. He snickered at the position I was in before running his vile fingers along my back. "I here you didn't fight back. Were you hoping for a prize?" I sighed. So I could trust Gary after all. He untied me and shoved my clothes into my hands before dragging me back down to my small room. The lamp was gone along with the bucket and everything else besides the mattress. He was ensuring that I could never attempt suicide again.
He left the room without saying a word while I put my clothes back on. I took one glance out the window, judging the position of the moon so I knew how much time before I returned to that child form. I had no way of returning the communication with my smaller self. My captor returned a few minutes later, carrying a large chain and something in a bag. He threw the bag on the bed. "Stand still." I rolled my eyes after he knelt down in front of me. He acted like I'm going to freak and run away from him. I let him attach the chain around my foot and watched him connect it with the bed. The long chain would annoy me, consistently moving it around so I could walk without getting tangled.
My captor stood there. I didn't know what he was waiting for until I felt the familiar sensations of the sun beginning to rise. I reverted back to my smaller for, but the only difference was that I remembered everything. Usually when I changed forms, my memories became selective depending on which form. This time was different. The memories that on slaughtered my mind became too much for me to handle. I barely registered him adjusting my chain or him telling me that I was in charge of cleaning the kitchen and the downstairs bathroom. I've never cleaned anything in my life. I had no idea where to even start.
Glancing back at the bed, I noticed that the bag remained there even though he was leaving the room. Opening the bag, I noticed a sandwich and a small bottle of water. My stomach growled at the sight. It was strange that after a few days, now, he decides to feed me. Grateful that my god presence was enough to sustain my growing hungry, I ate the sandwich, hoping that it would give me enough power to break through Odin's barriers, but it wasn't.
I rubbed my hand across my forehead. My head still pounded from my memories colliding. It was strange how I no longer called myself by a different name and how quickly I became associated with just calling myself Loki. I sat on the bed, wondering how this detective was planning on freeing me. Would he come in the middle of the night and sneak me out, or will he see this child form during the daylight and help me escape then? I didn't know how I was going to explain this form to him. I just hoped that it didn't freak him out too much that he'd leave me here. I couldn't even think of anything else to tell him besides I was a god.
I finished eating and drinking within a matter of seconds and found that I remained hungry. I walked over to my now opened door. I looked left and right, realizing that no one was around. Walking as far as I could, the chain made it over to the toilet which was across the kitchen, but it wouldn't reach the refrigerator or any of the cabinets. I walked back into the bathroom and found numerous cleaning supplies in the corner. I read all of them, but I still couldn't figure out what each did. One was bleach, the other was for the toilet, and another said it was for the kitchen and bathroom. I sat on the ground and sprayed the different supplies, but it didn't look as if they made a difference. Shrugging, I moved back to my room and spend the remainder of the day staring out the window. My head continued to pound, but as the hours went by, it seemed to lessen. I managed to distinguish between the memories and all of the confusion ceased.
My captor came for me a few minutes before sunset. He didn't say a thing, but he did release my ankle before I started my change into my regular form. I don't even want to think about what would happen if he didn't before hand. The chain might break my ankle with the extreme difference in thickness of them. Again he led me up to the same room as yesterday. I didn't know if it was going to be the same, but I had a slight fear that it wasn't. The seconds ticked by as I sat on the bed either awaiting my savior or another abuser.
The door opened, revealing Gary. This time he wasn't escorted by my captor. He smiled warmly at me as he shut the door and locked it. "How are you today?"
"I'm okay."
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" I shook my head as he sat down next to me. Today he was dressed down in a pair of black slacks and a red shirt. The black jacket was big on him, but he discarded it quickly and pulled out a sandwich and several candy bars. "Eat everything. You must be starved." Smiling, I picked up the sandwich. It was delicious with various different tastes and smells. A million times better than that sandwich from earlier. "I'm sorry that I can't get you out of here today or tomorrow. I think he's still overprotective of you. He doesn't like to give me no more than a half hour. That's not enough time to escape and be long gone before he notices."
"Why are you helping me? It's not like I'm a child."
Gary sighed. "You're still younger than me. What are you a teenager?" I lowered my head and smirked. If only he knew my true age. I was twice his grandfather's age maybe more. I wondered how his reaction would be if he knew that. Would he call me a liar and laugh it off, or would he think I was a psycho cause? I voted on the later more than the former. I nodded my head to answer his question. At least to humor him. Perhaps I did look like a teenager. I've never even thought of that. "Teenagers are still children to me. They deserve to grow up not experiencing anything like this. I don't know exactly what you've been through and it's okay if you never tell me, but that doesn't mean I won't help me. It also doesn't mean I take it lightly. It's terrible to take a child away from his or her life and put them in this situation."
"What will happen to me after you take me out of here?" I was curious on if he had a plan further ahead of time. I'm sure that I could take care of myself at night, but I worried about when the sun would rise. Would people like this try to kidnap me again? Would I have to explain to people that I lived with my older brother in order to live peaceful?
Gary looked at me. It was clearly difficult for him to think about. "Honestly, I don't know. My wife would kill me if I brought another child home. You see we've adopted five children of all ages, all were abused that I helped saved. I'm sorry. I truly am. I wish I could give you a home. With you, they might give you a check and send you on your way to fend for yourself. I hate that, but that's how America is sometimes. Once you reach a certain age, you are declared a legal adult. I'll try my best to not let that happen to you. Don't worry, if I can find a decent home for you, I will. If not, then I'll help you. You can stay with me until we find you a place of your own and get you back on your feet."
Suddenly my life here didn't seem so bad. At least I had a warm place to sleep and food every now and then. If it weren't for the fear of being sexually assaulted, I could survive, but I never wanted that to happen again. Never. I sighed and handed the detective my trash who quickly shoved it in his pocket.
He glanced at his watch. "Time is just about up. I don't know what you did last time to convince him that we did…you know, but he was excited about having me back." I smiled internally to his attempt to say the word sex. He clearly was uncomfortable not only in words but the way he fidgeted. "I'll be here tomorrow. I promise. I'll bring you another sandwich. Was that one to your liking?" I nodded and placed my hands in my lap. It felt strange with him leaving. It was like I wanted him to stay, like I was lonely or something. I didn't like feeling this way. He wasn't going to find out about it thought. "If you could do whatever you did last time that would be great." He got up quickly and with one last look at me, he left as I undressed myself and got under the covers. I was going to play another game and go easy on myself. I didn't feel like tying myself to the bed this time.
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I hope that was okay. Hopefully I'll be able to get other chapter up on Friday like I said. Thank you for reading please review.
Angel Dove
