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Chapter 37: Isolation Day 1

Somehow I had fallen asleep again. I was not tired but my body was exhausted like my mind. So much had been revealed to me in less than a few hours that would take me days to recover from. Days of which I would be hidden from the world, kept from my family. Days of which I would be forced to remain near the man who was causing me to suffer like this without a care in the world. I think he was enjoying this torture he was inflicting on me. He was seeing me suffer and the more I suffered the happier he would be. I had to be strong. I knew I did but I was so fucking tired of having to be strong. Life was hard and the life I was forced into was an extra hurdle in the way.

I was sitting in the same position as before, knees hitched to my chest and my head resting on my arms, thinking hard when the door opened. I was in my own world only to be jerked out of it by none of than Victor himself.

"How's little Angel doing this fine morning?" He sneered at me and I glared hard at him. Even if he was my uncle, this man was going to pay for everything he did to me and my family.

"Sad that you're not dead." I hissed out, smirking slightly when I saw the angered expression. His hand was raised and before I knew it, my head was snapped to the side, a stinging pain left as a reminder. He slapped me. He actually hit me. "I hope you die in a ditch somewhere!-" He slapped me once more, tears filling my eyes from the pain. He hit me twice as hard as the first time and on the same cheek so I was in pain.

"Don't tempt me girl." He warned in that authority like tone that I just couldn't stand. Who did he think he was to tell me what to do? Of course a few words came to mind; kidnapper, Uncle, killer. Which was it that I was talking to at the time? Uncle who sneered at me or Killer that slapped me or was it the kidnapper who warned me?

There was another in the room, a woman who I barely noticed. She was maybe a few years older than me with a similar features to Victor. "Give her the food and water." He ordered the woman before leaving the room without closing the door. In her hands I also didn't notice was a tray of food. It was a simple breakfast of bread and eggs and a cup of water. Seriously if I was kidnapped, why give me this kind of food?

"Just leave it on the nightstand when you're done." She told me in a somewhat hostile tone. I flinched away from her, watching as she strode out of the room, slamming the door behind her. What the hell was her problem?

I ate calmly, trying to pass time with eating. I needed to get out soon. My cheek stung from where I was hit and the tears were still wanting to fall but I held them in, tired of crying. My mind was wandering, thinking about how today would have been different if I was with Happy and James. I would be able to eat at the table, talk with Happy, smile. But instead I was stuck in a room that was not mine, in a place I didn't know, with a man who despised me as much as he despised Happy.

And my thoughts went to Happy. If he was my father, shouldn't he be able to find me? SamCro had connections, surely someone saw what happened to me. Surely someone knew where I was. And yet slowly I was loosing hope on Happy.

Dad...where are you?

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The girl didn't come back for a long time so I was left in the room all alone, isolated. Being alone was torture enough but to be alone with my screwed up mind was cruel as cruel got. I was forced to go over many different thoughts, many scenarios that could have happened if I hadn't been so stupid to walk home without paying attention to my surroundings. I blamed myself for where I was even though it wasn't all my fault. Victor would have gotten me one way or another. I knew this already.

Was Happy looking for me or was he happy I was gone? I know it sounded stupid to think but I was a hassle in his life. I made his life harder than it had to be. And going through what I was that moment didn't help anything. When I blamed SamCro I blamed my father. When I hated SamCro I hated him so much. His ties to SamCro were both a gift and a curse. I would always have a family that would protect me but that caused enemies like Victor. Only some enemies wouldn't think twice about scarring me in ways I wouldn't be able to cope. Victor did.

To think this was only day 1 and I was already questioning everyone I knew...