Ocean

I was so glad when I watched them walk out the doors. I bolted back up to my office, closing the door behind me.
I felt all the bottled-up tears start to fall. I leaned with me back against the door, sliding down into fetal position. Curling my arms around my legs, I cried. Silently. The tears kept coming, pain filling my chest. Breathing was becoming more difficult by the second and the walls were closing in quickly. All I could hear was the pounding in my ears.
You deserve this.
Everything is your fault, feel the pain, the fear. This is who you are and who you've become.
My glasses slipped off my face as my anxiety breakdown continued. The voice in my head continued to hound at me. My body was fragile, and I knew I needed to stop.
I started to focus on my breath. It was a trick that I taught myself. Deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I don't know how long I was sitting there but when I finally managed to get myself in a somewhat stable place, I looked at the clock.
It read six forty. I should have been home by now.
I got up, grabbing my bag, and ran out of the building. A bus had just pulled in, luckily enough. I jumped on it, hoping my father wouldn't be to angry.
Once we reached the closest stop to Luccas's mansion, I got off. I started the fifteen minute walking my heart feeling heavier with every step.
I walked up to the door seeing it open. A tall figure was standing in the door frame.
With the light only coming from behind him, Luccas's figure looked even more frightening.
He grabbed my arm once I was close enough. Pulling me sharply inside, he shoved me to the floor.
He slammed the door, his back facing me.
"You're late."
I knew this was going to be horrible.
He turned around, kicking me in the ribs.
"You will agree to this deal tomorrow." He said as he kicked me again, harder this time.
"Get up." He smirked.
I stood knowing that the torture was about to begin.
Luccas gripped my arm tightly, tugging down one of the many hallways. We came to a locked door. Which he unlocked opened and pushed me into.
In the familiar room as a table, and many torture weapons.
Bats, whips, knives, you name it. I moved to the table and he shoved my face against it. I pulled myself up onto the table laying down ready for this to be over. I'd become so numb to the pain that I could barely feel it. It was about two hours later, when Luccas told me, "Go to your room. Pack the boxes."
With that said he left.
I struggled to get up off the table, the pain in my back increasing. I could feel the blood running down my back.
I made my way to my room, moving to the bathroom to patch myself up. I wrapped my back up, as not to get blood anywhere before walking back into my bedroom.
I saw a stack of cardboard boxes, empty. Looking at them, I decided to start with me limited wardrobe. Neatly folding my shirts, pants, and sweaters, I put them in one box I then added the rest of my clothing.
My possession weren't too many, other than my books, which now filled five of the large boxes.
I finally came upon my most prized possession. It was a picture. The only picture I had of my mother, myself at age six, and my dad smiling happily.
I slid it in the box with my clothes before changing and getting into bed for an uneasy night of sleep, wondering why I was packing up my stuff.

I woke with a start. My alarm had just started ringing. 5:30 am. Great time to get up. I stood up stretching. My back felt horrible, the pain making me want to vomit. Luck for me I didn't have any food in my stomach to puke out.
I got changed quickly before heading down to the kitchen to prepare food for Luccas. I wasn't aloud to eat anything.
Once I was finished with that, I ran back upstairs, grabbed my bag and left for the bus stop.
It's funny how everyone thinks that all the rich kids have multiple cars. Yeah, my father has like six but I'm not aloud to touch them. I stood at the bus stop, the cold wind whipping at my skin.
Suddenly a car pulled up next to the curb. Not just any car though. A new looking Lamborghini.
The window of the driver side slid down revealing a familiar face.
"Get in Ocean." Oh great, now I have to deal with Mr. playboy outside of schools as well.
I dared to shake my head at him.
"I said get in the car." Hayden, I believe his name was, said more sternly.
I bit my lip, glancing around before doing as I was told.
"I hate this as much as you do." Hayden said. "But we need to make this believable."
I nodded, knowing he was talking about the deal.
The drive to school was awkward as hell. Thank goodness the parking lot was deserted when we got there.
I got out of the car quickly and disappeared into the building. I needed to find a place to hide in the hour I had before my first class.
The library duh. I thought.
That's right you little worthless nerd.
I ignored the comment and walked in, inhaling deeply. The smell of books had always been comforting.
I walked the rows of shelves before picking out a book and sitting down in one if the chairs in the far corner.
I sat down, wincing in pain. Today was going to be a long day. Exhaling softly, I tried to find a comfortable, non painful way to sit, but after about a minute I gave up and just opened the book I had chosen.