A/N I am going to be posting every Tuesday!

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   I hear a pounding coming up the stairs. It's like a herd of hyenas. I quickly run to the bathroom and shut the door.

"GIRL! COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!" George screams.

"I'm in the bathroom," I reply timidly.

"WELL, I'M GONNA COUNT TO 5 AND YOU BETTER BE OUT HERE OR ELSE I WILL COME IN THERE MYSELF AND YOU WILL BE SORRY!"

Should I stay or should I go? The song comes to mind.

"Abigail!" I think to myself. Not time for a stupid song that you remember.

"ONE" Oh no! The timer has started."TWO" I burst out of the lovely bathroom guarded by the lovely door to see a belligerent George, nostrils flaring. His arms are crossed with fists at the end, and his eyebrows are diagonal, almost touching his eyes."Come with me. NOW!" I follow him downstairs where laying on the ground is Kathy, with her bloody hand holding her bloody cheek. She doesn't move a muscle. He knocked her out cold!

"Do you want this to happen to you?" he asks me rudely.

"Um, no sir?" a reply sneaks out of me."ARE YOU SURE? YOU DON'T SOUND SURE!" he screams at me. Now I am getting angry, but I contain it.

"Yes sir", I try to smile. I run to Kathy. Once I turn her over and see that she is still, but still breathing, a sigh of relief comes over me. But then my angry side comes out."How could you do this to her?"I demand.

"EXCUSE ME?" his belligerent voice says. I need to stand up for Kathy...

"YEAH! YOU HEARD ME! HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING? YOU EVIL OGRE!", I respond.

"YOU ASKED FOR IT!" he exclaims at the top of his lungs and tosses me over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I kick and scream to try to get me to let go, but he just keeps holding on."SHUT IT, GIRL! STOP THAT KICKING TOO! AIN'T NOBODY GONNA HEAR YOU!", is his response. He carries me to the front room and sits me up against the wall."I ain't gonna kill you, but if you say anything, or you do anything else I am GONNA," he says. "You better STAY there!" he exclaims. I don't respond. He lifts up the carpet and under there is a latch. As he pulls it and the board slowly lifts up, I see that down there is a tiny room. I am focused on the room, looking for a way out if I ever got in and all of a sudden George pulls a roll of duct tape out of his pocket. He walks over to me and rips off a good sized piece of tape. A good one. I've never been really good at describing, but I do know that was one good piece of tape- imagining it in my head, I think it may have been as long as a foot, but probably longer. It was so sticky, while he was holding it, it bent once and he had almost broken the tape separating it. "Gimme your hands," he says in a furious tone. I shoot them out right away."NO! The other way! Turn around!" As fast as I can I turn in a circle, and give my hands into his rough worn ones. He roughly wraps the tape round in circles making my hands squeeze together. He then pushes me around which almost makes me fall over, but I catch myself to maybe prove myself- it doesn't work. With the same rough movements, he rips another piece of tape. This time it goes over my lips. He pushes it down for extra security which just makes it more painful when he lifts his hand up.

"Please not the room," my thoughts say.

"Go in there," speaks the reality. I do as he says, but it is hard to do without my hands. I examine the room a little more now and see that there is a tiny little mattress and a wooden chair. There is are also 2 cabinets attached to the wall with their hinges about to fall off. He directs me to sit in the chair then pulls my arms up further than they can go, but still continues to pull then places them around the outside of the chair. This duct tape it getting wet around my mouth, but I don't dare try to escape while George is still here.

"Enough tape George," says a too familiar voice. It is Kathy.

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO STAY WHERE YOU WERE?" he demands. Without waiting for a response, he jumps out of the ground. I close my eyes and look away, but open when I hear a loud thud.

"That'll do it!" he exclaims and chuckles with a sigh. George returns to the room and starts wrapping my feet with tape too!

"Now you little butt this is your real room." He says Now I am really immobile. Not just that, I am angry, really angry, and now that anger is turning into tears. As fast as humanly possible George then pounces out of the room and slams the door shut leaving me in the underworld with my unused mattress and my duct tape.

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