CHAPTER 4
A young girl of thirteen sat at a computer. She was writing her story. Not the long, sad story of her actual life, but the life she wished she had led. It was her only escape from the harsh cold world of reality, which unbeknownst to her was about to get thrown upside-down…
She knew she wasn't supposed to be on the computer. Richard had told her she was forbidden to use it. But right now, Richard wasn't home and what he didn't know wouldn't kill him. If anything, it would kill her.
She looked down at the clock in the bottom right-hand corner of the screen. 11:35p.m. it said. She had to get off. Richard would be home any minute. She let out an exasperated sigh as she saved and exited her story.
She knew what would happen when Richard came home. It happened almost every night. Richard would come home from a downtown club or bar completely intoxicated and then take out whatever drunken rage he was feeling on Pirate. Sometimes he would even…no; she didn't want to think about that.
She mentally kicked herself in the butt every day for actually allowing Richard to take her home. She thought she could handle herself. Physically, she could but when she agreed to let Richard take her home, she had forgotten one little thing. She could escape from Richard any time she liked but if she did, he would have the CIA, FBI, and the entire US Army National Guard on her so fast it would make her head spin! She was completely under his control. If she didn't do what he said, she would most likely end up in a giant cage at some kind of underground lab. She shuddered at the thought of being forced to run on a giant hamster wheel.
She decided that for now, the best thing to do was go to bed. Richard would no doubt wake her up with the racket he made when entering the house. With those thoughts in mind she put on her pajamas, brushed her teeth, crawled into bed, and drifted off to sleep.
