I am so screwed. There's no way out. I'm scared, scared for me, my life, my virginity.
What if I never leave this shed, what if I become..a slave, and what if my parents are dead, what do I do then?
I sat on the ground, hugging my knees, rocking back and forth.
tap,tap! The shed door opened, I saw the moon shining down into the room
"Dinner time." he said. I didn't want to go with him, and he knew that, he grabbed me by the wrists and dragged me across the backyard, and let go of me, when we entered the house.
I will admit the dining room was a piece of work. Expensive china in cupboards, and a beautiful chandelier.
The doorbell rung, I was tempted to make a run for it, but I looked down. I had a dog collar on my ankle, I won't get very far even if I do run.
Roger brought in a box of pizza, and dropped it in front of me. "Eat."
I hesitated, but slowly began to eat. Roger practically watched me shove food down my throat.
"Roger?"
a guy with brunette hair, and sparkling green eyes. He seemed about a year older than me.
"Who's this?"
"No one." Roger replied.
The tension in the air was thick. I blocked out everything you were saying, I just wanted to disappear. A hand grabbed me, and wrapped their arms around me.
"I'm taking her home, and I'm turning you in." Sound familiar?
"No, she's not going anywhere." Roger grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away. I closed my eyes, trying to block everything out.
"Let's go."
He led me out the front door, a shock went throughout my body. I ran my hands through my hair and found a bobby pin, I quickly fiddled open, and it came right off.
We ran through ditches and woods, and ended up on an open road.
"Who are you? Why did you help me?"
"I'm Brandon, and wouldn't you help someone if they were in your situation?"
"In a heartbeat." I replied.
"Now, I just need to take you home, where do you live?"
"Miami."
He sighed. "Just great. We're on the northern border of Georgia. Just a few miles from Great Smoky Mountains National Park. For now, we should get some rest and head for civilization in the morning."
He began moving rocks, and twigs around, so he could find a spot to get some sleep.
I'm not sure if I can trust him, he made a pretty good impression, he took me out of there, but what if there's more than that, what if he's doing the same thing my dad did or is he really just leading me into a trap. I guess time will only tell