SPOV
When I woke up, I was still in the dark. No one was there anymore. I had been un tied from the bed and my clothes had been changed. I was now in a hospital gown. I shuddered when I realized what had happened for me to get in this. I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to erase the thoughts of what Sampson had done to me. I didn't want to think about it.
I wondered if Edward might be able to hear me. He probably couldn't if we really were in Canada, but I didn't know if Joham was telling the truth.
I wondered what my family was doing. Probably searching for me, I would hope. I could only imagine how nuts my mom was going. Dad was probably a wreck, too. But, he wouldn't let anyone see it.
I should have listened to Rosalie. If I had just listened to her in the first place, I wouldn't be in this mess. Looking back, I could see why she was weary. The normal me would have seen it a mile away. Normally I was smarter about those kinds of things. But for some reason when I was around Sampson, I was such an idiot.
There was a knock on the door before Joham entered. I automatically moved away from him when he entered.
"Don't be scared." He said. "I brought you food."
He had a plate with a sandwich and an orange. He also had a cup of water in his other hand. He set it down on the table next to me and left.
I didn't want to eat it. I could only imagine that it was laced with drugs of some sort. But, on the other hand I didn't know how long it had been since I had last eaten, or how long it would be before I would eat again. If I was honest, I was starving.
I inspected the sandwich carefully, making sure it was safe. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I ate it. I didn't drink the water, though. That would have been easier to spike. About an hour after I was finished eating, Joham and Henry entered my room
"Hello, dear." Henry smiled. I didn't like him, whether he was my father or not. I didn't care, there was no way that he could ever replace my dad.
"Sydney, I'm going to have to take some blood now, okay?" Joham sat down on the bed with the syringe ready. I didn't want to fight him, so I stuck my arm out.
"There's a good girl." He smiled. He stuck the needle straight in the vein without prepping or cleaning the area like Dad did. The pain was terrible, but I did my best not to scream or show any sign of pain. "Thank you, dear." He said as he left the room with Henry.
After the door closed, I pressed down on the wound to try and make the bleeding stop. I tore off part of the sheet and wrapped it around my arm. I bit back the tears and tried to stay strong. I had to stay strong until my family found me. I hoped they'd find me. And soon.
I fell asleep for what seemed like a while. I woke up when Sampson entered the room.
"Don't make a sound." He warned aggressively. "I'm not supposed to do this, but I'm going to since Joham's gone."
Was he going to help me? I couldn't imagine that he would, but was he really just faking all of that stuff?
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We're only supposed to do it according to Joham's schedule." He said, undressing himself. "But, I am so horny and Joham went out with Henry. Don't tell anyone, or else."
He wasn't helping me. He was getting in an extra session for his own enjoyment. I could see the evidence through his pants as he rubbed himself. I looked away from him the whole time, trying to ignore what was happening. It was impossible. It was so painful. I bit back the tears and held in my cries so that he wouldn't beat me again.
I wished that my parents would show up and make it all stop...