Meeting my mom could either make everything better or make everything worse. I was walking up the driveway when I saw the front door wide open. "I thought I shut the door?" I question. I for one would not be like those girls in the movies and run towards the murder trying to find him. Like what the hell do you think is gonna happen, reason with him/her and make him/her let you go? Hell no, damn thing is gonna slice you the hell up.

I sprint back into the car and take off my heels. I lock the doors and head my way outside the neighborhood. I was looking for a parking spot in the Starbucks near my home and when I finally found one, I grabbed my gold iPhone 6 and dialed 911. "This is 911 what is your emergency?"

"I think there's a robbery in place in my home. I-I-I was walking towards my house when I saw the front door wide open and I remember shutting it."

"Ok ma'am, please stay calm. We will have a patrol car in the neighborhood. What is your address." Please stay calm my ass. How the hell do you think I'm supposed to stay calm when there's more money in that house more than your yearly salary.

"15634 brooklake lane, 94102 San Fransisco, California."

"Ok ma'am the patrol car will be there in 5 minutes." 5 minutes?!! The robber will be long gone till then! I hang up out of frustrations and decided to just wait in my car.

I wake up and I'm somewhere else. It's cold and damp and dark. I shuddered with fear and try to move. "Fuck!" I felt pain all over my body the second I tried to move. Chains were rattling but I stopped moving. There's someone else in here. "H-H-Hello.." I wait for seconds and I hear the chains move again. "Is..Is there...Is there someone else here?" My voice was breaking down and I couldn't help it. I couldn't help anything. Thousands of thoughts rush into my mind and I couldn't but think that I knew where I was.

The smell and damp floor was far too familiar to forget but it just wasn't coming to my mind. "Tsk tsk tsk.." I turn my head side to side squinting as if that would help me see anything. "Riley Anderson. Did you ever think we would see each other again? I sure as hell did. After rotting in prison for 4 years because of your lying ass, I know that I had to get you back. No matter what."

"Wh-who are you." I broke down crying and couldn't complete what I was trying to say.

"It's Eric honey. Welcome back home Riley. We've missed you sooo much." I didn't need light to see the smirking. The tone in his voice has given it away. Clear and simple. But nothing of this situation was simple. It was complicated and twisted. Eric is- no was my adoptive father. He took me in when no one did and used my vulnerability against me. He used me, he took advantage of me when I needed support, when I needed love. But instead of any of that. He MADE me make love to him and his friends. Call it rape, but he will make you feel like it was consensual.

Like I was the one to blame, as if I was the one who caused all of this. Like he was the victim, when in fact it was the other way around. He made it seem like I seduced him, I made his wife leave him so I could further take advantage of him. I was fucking 5 years old at that time and I, someone who can't defend herself, took advantage of an abusive drunk. Congrats to the justice system, since I was a minor they couldn't really do anything. And even if they could they had doubts about the story, everyone did. The moment they heard about the story, sympathy and regret washed over their face as if they had something to do with it.

And they did, they stood there and let a 5 year old get punished by the justice system when I was the one who was the victim. A year later I was sent back to Zara bc there "wasn't enough evidence" to pin the crime to me. And in that same year I met Zane, I never told him about this be used I never had too everyone knew. Enough about the blast from the past that makes me wince and cry every time I mention it. I slowly move into a position where I could lay and sleep but as I was moving I couldn't. Like I was in a box and I couldn't stretch.

Wait was I in a box? No I couldn't be. Could I? "The harder you try to move the tighter the chained get." No wonder I could stretch. Every time I would move the chains would get tighter preventing me to lay down or even move. "Why? Just why would you do this? I don't understand." I tried convincing myself that any second some hot superhero will come through the for and save me. But let's be realistic the only thing that will burst through any doors is the person who put me in this hell hole.