Chapter 7 *Sue's P.O.V.*

When fourth period let out, and it was lunch period, I went straight to the last table in the cafeteria. It was old and broken, and there was globs of gum underneath the table top. It was so gross, no one ever sat there. But, I wanted to stay far away from everyone. The table in the corner worked out perfectly, no one paid any attention to me. No one ever pays attention to the new kid, which was perfect.

As I sat alone at the broken table, I heard Sid and Tobey fighting. As usual. Tobey always forgets his lunch, and either Sid or I had to share with him. It looked like Sid made himself a good-looking sandwich. Just looking at it made my mouth water, and I licked my lips hungrily. It looked delicious. I was very jealous. Being without food for a whole day because your captor is a bitch and refuses to give you some makes you act that way with any type of food. I just stared at Sid's sandwich like a moron, somehow knowing that tonight I wasn't getting dinner.

Eventually, Tobey went up to go buy his lunch, much to his displeasure. Even though he hated the lunch food, I would have loved it at the moment. I clutched my stomach as it growled very loudly. Groaning, I started rubbing my temples as another bad migraine hit me. I started to wonder when this drug would get out of my system.

As I looked up again, I saw Tobey paying for his food. Quickly, I stared back down, but I wanted to cry so badly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tobey staring at me. He looked at me, but then walked back to his table and sat across from Sid. Sid finished off his sandwich, making my mouth water even more. But both boys turned around to stare at me. I shivered in anticipation, knowing they were going to start talking about me, thinking I was the new girl Sam Li. When I really was their best friend and sister, Sue Yi. Silently, I listen on their conversation. I knew it was about me.

"What's up with the new girl?" Tobey asked.

After taking another bite from his sandwich, Sid looked up, and shrugged. He swallowed the food in his mouth, he answered, "Don't know. She looks lonely."

"Yeah, she does."

"Do you think we should go over there and talk to her?"

"I don't know, we don't know much about her. But . . ."

"But what?" Sid asked Tobey as he finished off the rest of his sandwich.

"I keep thinking I know her . . ." he said as he looked at me from the far end of the cafeteria.

Sid nodded. "Yep. I feel the same way. Why don't we wait a while, maybe we'll figure it out then."

"Alright." Tobey agreed, which made my heart break from sadness. Tears started to fill my eyes, as some scary thoughts started parading through my mind again. What if I never spoke to Sid and Tobey again? Never Nana, Barney, or Mr. Wu? I needed my family . . . How was I going to survive the night alone with that man? I thought I could last a while, but how long? How long was it going to be until I can't fight anymore, and all my hope is gone? Right now, hope was all I had . . .

~Three Delivery~

After 9th period, I grabbed my books and went at the same entrance Spencer dropped me off earlier that day. Sid and Tobey went at the same entrance as me, and followed me out. For their safety, I pulled the hood down even farther over my face. Sid looked at me, and so did Tobey, but they quickly lost their curiosity over me, thank god, and unlocked their bikes.

I saw Spencer leaning his back on the rusty car. He looked at me sternly, waiting for me. It made my skin crawl just looking into his dark, unforgiving eyes. And the thought of me spending the night in that basement again, with this man, no food or water or sunlight, nothing. Nothing. Now it was starting to hit me. I may die in this man's basement, and he wouldn't care. What could I do to leave him, to go home.

I thought of maybe ripping my hood off and screaming to the boys, "it's me, Sue! Please take me home and save me!" but I pushed the idea away after remembering his threat. And his gun, pointed at me, and what he said. He never misses a kill shot. I don't want to find out for myself if it's true.

Tears started to fill my eyes as I walked to the Spencer's car. He smirked, then opened the passenger door, and when Sid and Tobey rode away, he yanked my collar and threw me in. My cheek hit the gear shift hard, and I landed in an uncomfortable position on the vinyl seat. I moved my feet as he slammed the door shut. He then threw open the driver's door, then smacked my head against the gear shift again, and yelled, "sit right! We have to get back to my house now! So hurry up and sit up!"

Like I was hypnotized, without a word, I sat up with my back against the seat. I just stared straight ahead, and Spencer jerked the car. Last time he drove, I didn't pay much attention to the how he drove. Now I realized he was a terrible driver. He nearly drove through red lights, and he hit the brakes hard. So every time he stopped at a red light, or at least almost stopped, I hit the dashboard.

Soon, we made it back to Spencer's house. He looked at me, and growled, "don't get out yet! I still don't trust you! I don't want you to bolt the second you open the door! So I'm going to be doing it for you until I trust you more! Got it?!"

I slowly nodded sheepishly. He growled again, and got out. He walked around, and opened the door for me. Before I could move, Spencer grabbed my collar and pulled me out. Nearly running, I followed him back into his house. As he opened the basement door, I saw the garbage pail. It was filled with food, and it wasn't rotting. I knew what I was going to do when I was out of sight of Spencer.

Spencer opened the basement door, and pushed me in. I yelped as I fell down the stairs, and I landed on my side. Groaning, I curled into a small ball. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Spencer grin, and slam the door shut.

After a long time, and I was sure he wasn't around, I carefully stood up. I decided not to try the door yet, and to wait until I was sure he was asleep. When nightfall came was when I was going to try the door and see if I could get it open.

Then I heard a faint sound . . . I could hear it, but I didn't know where it was coming from. Listening harder, I heard . . . laughter? Laughter . . . It sounded familiar. It was coming from the windows that were leveled with ground. Walking over to the window, I heard a man's laughter . . . Then I realized, it was Kong Li! I couldn't look into the window from where I was standing, and didn't want to take a chance of Kong Li seeing me if I jumped up to see better.

There was silence, and then I heard the faint sound of a door opening, the front door, I suspected. Then I heard people talking, and I walked to the basement door to eavesdrop on the conversation. I leaned my ear on the door. I couldn't really hear, so I tried the door. Spencer forgot to lock it, so I opened the door a crack to listen and see what was going on.

" . . . I'm telling you, this is going to work!" Spencer said and paced around angrily. Kong Li was standing by the door, but he didn't look impressed. Somewhat bored.

Spencer stopped pacing, and turned to face Kong Li as he continued, "I have the girl, and she's already scared of me! I raped her, started torturing her, and even took food away! Even if she tries to escape, she'll be too scared and weak to fight back! For the torture, I'm letting her see Sid and Tobey, but she can't speak to them. I even gave her some noodles from Wu's Garden, but I only let her eat for about five minutes, to show her that I'm serious, and I'm not playing around!"

Kong Li nodded. "Yes, this is good. But what about the cookbook? That's the reason we're working together!"

I staggered back a step, and gasped silently. Kong Li and Spencer? Working together?! Well, it made sense on some sort of level. Their both heartless creatures, who only care about themselves, and stop at nothing to get what they want. I wanted to see what else would happen, so I continued to listen.

" . . . well get it, well get it, don't worry . . . The girl should crack soon, and I won't let her go until she does. I'll kept torturing her more and more, until she squeals. If you want, I'll even kill her brother. The death of her brother will be even more torturous to lose than the friend! The brother - Sid was it? - is her last family member!"

Kong Li shook his head. "No, it's Sue Yi who is the one who thinks quickly. Sid is a strong thinker as well, but I can deal with him and my son. You have no need to kill them."

I let out a sigh of relief at the fact Sid and Tobey weren't going to be killed, but I accidentally hit my foot against the door as I stepped back, and Spencer turned around, and growled at me! He grabbed the gun that was on the table, and started shooting at my feet! I yelped, and slammed the door shut. Quickly, I ran to the far corner of the room and curled into a small ball. I waited, but no one came. I guess I lucked out. I was so wrong.

~Three Delivery~

I didn't know how long it was until I didn't hear footsteps above me. That was how I knew if he was upstairs or not. Anyway, I didn't hear anything above me, and my stomach growled so loudly, I thought it echoed off the cement based walls of the basement. I haven't eaten anything in two . . . maybe three days? Even four? I couldn't even keep track of the time anymore. All I knew was that I needed something to eat.

I didn't know if Spencer locked the door again, but I was so hungry. It wouldn't hurt to try the door, right? I stood up, and stretched my stiff body a bit. I hadn't moved since Spencer tried to shoot at me. Then I realized he wasn't trying to kill me, or hurt me. He was only shooting at my feet, or at least in front of my feet. He didn't want to hurt me, yet. He was probably going to do terrible things to me, and I needed to be alive for that. He only wanted to scare me, and be the bigger person. Apparently, it was working. Right now, I was definitely scared of this man.

Sighing, I slowly walked towards the door, and turned the knob. It made a small click as the door opened. I was pretty surprised that it opened that easily, and I took advantage of it, and stepped out of the basement. The putrid smell of the house filled my nostrils, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I swear, I thought I smelled urine. Mouse urine. But I zoned out the smell, and stared at the door. That was the ticket to my freedom.

Silently, I tiptoed to the door, and tried the door. "Damn . . ." I whispered when the door wouldn't budge. It was locked. Cursing again, I started looking through the garbage for the key. I dug through mountains and mountains of garbage, food, plastic, and I even found a dead mouse. I gagged at the sight of the decaying mouse, even maggots were eating the flesh of the mouse.

After a while, I gave up. My hands were black from digging into the garbage. My knees were also black from leaning on the filthy carpet. I made a mental note that when I would come home, I wouldn't complain about Tobey's room and how messy it was. At the moment, I would rather sleep on the floor in the boys room then be even in this room. Then it hit me that I might never come home. But I had to stay strong, for the sake of my family. If I wasn't, I would get killed, and so would my family, the people who I truly care about. I needed them.

After some thought, I assumed Spencer had the key or hid it in a place where I couldn't get to, or I wouldn't dare to look. If he did, and I looked somewhere, like his bedroom, I had a feeling there would be grave consequences I didn't want.

Eventually, I realized I wasn't going to escape tonight. It made me so upset, but I thought that maybe I now had some freedom to roam the house at night. I decided to look for food to eat for my hungry stomach as it growled loudly again. I then looked down at my belly, and said, "shhh!". I was worried that Spencer would hear my stomach growling, and he would wake up and come down and . . . I didn't even want to think about it!

Silently, I walked into the kitchen, and was disgusted by how the kitchen was kept. The countertop was cracked, the cupboards were broken, and the pantry doors were either being held on by one old rusty hinge, or there was no door at all. There was piles and piles of dirty dishes in the sink, and most still had old food on them, and some mice and cockroaches were nibbling on the leftovers on the plates, bowls, and cups.

I immediately went to the refrigerator, and saw the bowl that Spencer had given me last night. I didn't hesitate grabbing the bowl, ripping off the plastic wrap, and start wolfing down the noodles in the bowl. Even though they were cold, they felt good in my empty stomach. I easily finished off the noodles, the only thing I had of home. I shut the refrigerator and as I turned around, I saw a loaf of bread on a table in the middle of the kitchen, right next to the refrigerator.

My mouth watering, I walked to the bread on the table, and rip off a piece. I shoved the piece into my mouth, and it tasted a little stale, but it was still soft enough for me to eat. Without thinking or taking a breath, I shoved the rest of the loaf into my mouth. My cheeks swelled from being overfilled, but I didn't care. As I swallowed all the food that was in my mouth, I wished that the noodles and bread would at least last me a couple of days. I smiled and patted my belly, happy it was finally filled after . . . Three? . . . Four? . . . Five days? I've lost count, having more important things to think about.

I stretched, and decided to go back to the basement so I wouldn't be caught by Spencer. As I walked, I heard a drawer open, and felt warm breathing down my neck. I froze, and all the muscles in my body tensed. This was exactly like when Spencer kidnapped me. And when I kicked . . . He wasn't there . . .

"Hello . . . Reject . . ." someone hissed, making me jump. I turned to face the man, and fell into my defense stance. It was Spencer - big surprise - and he was holding a large kitchen knife! The same knife he had to cut my clothes when he was raping me! I whimpered a bit, but stayed in my defense stance in an attempt to protect myself.

Spencer laughed at me as he held up the knife and started to walk towards me. He then said, "sorry Mei Mei . . . But you didn't follow the rules . . . Now your going to have to pay the price . . ." he then lunged towards me, and grabbed me. I was so surprised I couldn't dodge him in time. As I tried to twist out of his hold, his knife cut my side, just below my ribs! I cried out as he dragged me back over to the basement. I held my wound with both hands as he threw me down the stairs. I fell on my wound, and screamed. He just laughed and slammed the door shut.

Silently, I started to cry, and tried to stop my bleeding side as I regretted ever even thinking about escaping, or getting food. I sobbed, thinking about how much I wanted to be home and see Sid, Tobey, Nana, Barney, and even Mr. Wu.

To Be Continued . . .

Hey all, sorry it took so long. With school and homework, I didn't have much time. But at least I did it! Please review and tell me what you think! By the way, this is my loooongest chappie EVER!!! Over 3,000 words!!!