Jimmy's alarm woke me up from my unconsciousness. He reached over me and turned it off. I rubbed the heel of my hand into my eyes to help myself wake up. My head was pounding and my mouth was dry. I looked at myself to see that I was only wearing that grey T-shirt again.

Jimmy got out of bed and dragged his feet over to the bathroom. He stretched his arms up over his head and I watched the muscles in his back move.

I needed to see what he did to me last night.

I sat up and rolled up the hem of the shirt to look at my stomach and legs. There were not any marks. The three slashes on my arm burned. There was a blister at the base of my thumb from Tommy's lighter.

When the bathroom door opened, my heart almost beat out of my chest. I threw the shirt back down to cover my body. I may show my skin as my job, but there is no way that I am voluntarily showing my body to Jimmy. He most likely assaulted my body, and the thought of that caused my stomach to twist in a knot.

I got off the bed and hurried to the bathroom. My throbbing head spun with the first couple of steps. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I sat on the floor with my back against the tub. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and a couple of tears rolled down my cheeks. My body wanted to break out into sobs, but I could not do that. Jimmy was in the bedroom and I could hear him moving around, which means that he was able to hear me.

I can't be here for much longer. Lina and Donovan must be looking for me. I could not listen to what this family tells me. There are people out in the world who care and love me.

There was a knock at the door. The doorknob jiggled and I was glad that I locked it. This was the only space I had to myself in this house. I would lock myself in here forever if I could, but they would easily break down the wooden door.

"Juliet, you alright?" Jimmy asked through the door.

My throat was swollen from the crying. I took in a couple of deep breaths.

"Yeah," I said.

"Okay," he said. "When you're done get changed and come downstairs. Don't take too long."

"Alright."

I got off the floor. I leaned against the sink as I looked at my reflection. My eyes were bright red. My skin was pale, which made my freckles stand out even more. If I could never go outside, my skin was just going to grow paler.

I brushed my hair and tied it back. I wished I had some kind of make-up to hide my red eyes. I did not want Jimmy to know that I had been crying. Charles may make him punish me again.

When I got back to the room, the bed was still unmade and a pile of clothes sat on my pillow. I put on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

As I was walking down the steps, I could hear Jimmy and Tommy speaking to each other. I could not make out their words, and it sounded like murmurs.

They were sitting at the kitchen table. Tommy was shoving spoonfuls of porridge into his mouth. Jimmy was sitting with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were locked on me as I walked into the kitchen.

A bowl of porridge sat in front of my seat. My stomach grumbled and I picked up the spoon. I have not had much to eat since I was kidnapped. Jimmy and Tommy watched me as I ate my food.

"You're very shy," Tommy told me.

I stayed quiet as I ate the porridge.

"Don't give her a hard time," Jimmy said.

"Jim, I'm just pointing out the obvious," he said.

"This is all different to her. Anyone would be nervous."

Tommy's spoon clanged against the bowl as he dropped it. He put his elbows on the table. An awful smirk appeared on his lips. I instantly lost my appetite.

"That's true," Tommy said. "Anyone would be nervous about the killing. Does she know about the me-?"

"Stop it, Tommy!" Jimmy cut him off.

His voice was loud and it sounded like Charles', which made me flinch.

"Why?" Tommy asked. "Why can't she know? You know she's going to find out eventually."

"I don't care," Jimmy said. "It's my choice when to tell her, not yours."

"What? Are you saying that I can't say it out loud?"

Say what? I wanted to scream from the top of my lungs.

I bit down on my lip to stop myself. He was willing to tell me that he was a murderer, so whatever he was hiding must be much worse. I am kind of glad that he was not telling me. I feel like any more information on this family was going to lead to me having a complete breakdown.

"Tommy, it's not your decision," Jimmy said. "When you get your girl you can tell her whatever you want, okay? Now, go outside and help Dad."

Tommy rolled his eyes and stood.

"You may be able to tell Juliet what to do, but don't think you can order me around," he said.

He stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door shut behind him. Jimmy ran his fingers through his long hair and shook his head.

"He can be so juvenile," he said.

Jimmy picked up our empty bowls and brought them over to the sink. I got up and followed him. For some reason, I did not want to be left alone at the table.

My body froze when Jimmy pressed his lips against mine. He ran his hands up my back as he pulled me closer. I tried to push him away, but I knew that it was no use. When he was done, he kissed my forehead.

"I've got to go," he said. "Do your chores and we will be in for dinner."

He tightened his arms around me so much that I was no longer able to move. He kissed my cheek. His grip loosened, and I wiggled my way to freedom.

"Be good," Jimmy said before he turned around.

He grabbed his jacket off the hook by the back door. I watched him as he left. I could hear the click as he locked the door behind him.

I let out a deep breath and turned around. I grabbed the edge of the sink and looked through the bars of the window. Charles' rusted truck sat on the gravel driveway. Charles was standing behind it pulling a shovel out of the cab. I dropped my gaze down to the sink and filled it full of water.

I scrubbed the dishes clean. It took me a long time to find out where the dishes went in the cupboards.

Parts of me wanted to bang on the doors and try to break them down. The stinging in my arm reminded me of what would be waiting if I did not do what I said. If I did not do these chores Charles would make Jimmy punish me for sure.

I walked around the house opening closet doors until I found the cleaning supplies. I grabbed a broom and swept the floor. I hummed to myself as I dragged the broom across the wood floor.

I went behind the large staircase, and I saw a door. The door frame was scratched like someone had been clawing at it. The paint around the doorknob was flaking off. It must be the door to the basement.

My heart sunk in my chest when I thought about the screaming girl they dragged into the house a few nights ago. They must have brought her into the basement. I dropped the broom and ran over to the door. I tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. I banged on the door with my fist.

"Hello?" I called out.

There was silence.

I banged on the door harder. I kicked the door and pressed my ear against the door. I expected to hear someone moving on the other side, but it was silent.

I had to find the key to that door. I ran up the stairs and into Jimmy's room. I opened the drawers to his dresser. I lifted the piles of folded clothes and ran my fingers along the bottom. I pulled out each drawer and prayed to feel a key.

Cold metal touched my fingertips and my heart pounded in my chest. I grabbed the jagged object and pulled it out. It was not a key, but it was a silver dragon on the end of a chain. I sighed and shook my head. I placed the necklace back under the clothes and shut the door.

I went back down the stairs and picked up the broom. I continued to do my chores as I thought about how I was going to get out of here.