Blake

Sunlight beamed through the window. It was so beautiful on the other side of the tarnished glass, compared to the dingy room I'm confined to.

I walked into my closet and grabbed the screwdriver not even bothering to turn the light on. I dragged it up and down against the wall to make another notch.

Day Two.

He's gone. I'm left alone in this house once again and I'm tired of being in this room. If I had to use the bathroom really bad, I'd have to hold it. Spending a few more days in here, it'll start to feel like the walls are closing in on me. I needed to find a way out of here.

I was dying to discover the mysteries that were hidden in the house. With the screwdriver still in my hands, I walked to the old six paneled door. Ideas bounced around in my mind wildly. I could unscrew the screws on the knob.

I attempted to insert the blade of the screwdriver into the screw, but the blade didn't quite fit. Of course it's the wrong blade. Maybe I could try another method. The knob was already in a jiggly and weak state.

Therefore, I jabbed the screwdriver at the knob constantly, hoping that it would eventually give out and fall off. It didn't budge however. I continued to poke at it, growing more aggravated after every fail. The knob still remained intact.

I flung the screwdriver across the room with a groan. I rubbed my temples in a circling motion and exhaled loudly, trying to recollect myself.

The silence soothed me as I do so.

I came to a realization that if I try and mess with the knob, Jace would know. I would be in for a beating a hundred times worse than last time.

Great, now I'm really not getting out of this room.

I give up.

There was no way I could escape this jail cell without him knowing. It was too risky. To kill the time, I chose to just look through the album in the closet that I found.

I switched on the light and grabbed the photo album. I examined the picture of 6 year old Jace one more time before tossing it aside.

Turning my attention to the first photo, my heart stopped for a split second. The breath was knocked out of me at the sight of Blair and I with Dad. I was three and Blair was a year old.

Dad wore his Yankees baseball cap while he pointed to the camera, smiling at Blair in his arms. I, on the other hand had a cheeky smile with my arms hooked around his leg.

We were in Disney World. I remembered Dad told me that Mom had a business trip in Florida. But he took Blair and I to Disney for a few days. He wanted to make it a vacation out of it, while Mom worked.

I don't even want to know how he has this.

A few tears rolled streamed down my cheeks. I pulled the photo out of the film before I push the album aside. I had lost my interest to look through it. The more I stared at the photo, the more I began to wonder what was going on back at home.

Do they care that I'm gone? Are they out looking for me? Do they miss me?

There was nothing else I could do now. I couldn't get out and I don't want to look at Jace's photos. So I just lay there, on the hard cold floor. Staring at the old photograph.

I drift off to sleep after a short while.

*

I'm rudely awaken to my hair being harshly tugged back and my body being dragged up against the wooden floor. The side of my stomach now covered in scratches and pieces of wood stuck to my skin. My scalp felt as if it was in flames.

He's back.

"Why is this door knob looser than before?" He held up the screwdriver.

My eyes widened, giving myself away.

"You tried to get out didn't you?" He lowered himself so that we saw eye to eye, the screwdriver still gripped in his hands. I laid on my side, my body trembling in apprehension.

"What did I tell you if you tried to get out?" He gritted. Before I could even form words, he plunged the screwdrivers sharp metal blade into my leg.

The blade cut through my jeans and blood beginning to ooze and stain my jeans. I screamed in even more agony when he yanked it out of my flesh. My hand were now glued to the bloody gash.

With my breathing heavy, I tried to apply pressure to the wound. I let out loud wails from the excruciating pain. Jace however, didn't even twitch. He stayed in his kneeling position with a merciless expression.

"Oh yeah. I still need you to do that little something for me," He grabbed my arm and lugged my body up. I'm forced to put my full weight on my right leg, which caused me to whimper continuously.

"To the kitchen," He keeps his hand tightly gripped around my arm. I limped, being careful not to put too much weight on my right leg. I used the walls to help balance myself.

Jace shoved me toward the kitchen chair and my body gave out right then. Luckily, I managed to catch the edge of the chair before my body hit the floor.

"Now as you know your parents owe me money. I want it back," He slammed his laptop in front of me.

"And B, you're going to get me that money back," He smiled evilly. The bright screen lit up my face. It was opened up to Google. The curser disappeared and reappeared repeatedly in the search bar.

"Now I take it that you dont know how to hack into someones bank account correct?" He poured himself a glass of vodka. I shook my head in response.

"You've got 10 minutes to search it up."

I slowly brung my hands up to the keys and began to type in the search bar. Various websites gave me to the same explanation, which were way too hard to follow or required information I didn't know. I continued to search until my eyes started to hurt from the bright pixilated screen.

"I-I can't do it."

He shook his head in disappointment and walked over to me.

"I thought you were supposed to be smart," He chuckled. "You know what? I'm not going to kill you. I'm gonna let you live, in pain and despair. Putting a bullet in you would be doing you a favor. Few months in this place, you're going to wish you were dead."

He smiled maliciously and tipped his glass, letting the alcohol stream on to my leg, seeping into my fresh wound. I shrieked as he poured the rest of the glass directly into my now, stinging gash that felt like straight fire.

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A/N > ouch, a screwdriver.

hoped you guys enjoyed! I'm going to speed the time up next chapter.

oh yeah, slight change in my earlier chapters. Blake was taken March 30, 2015. Keep that in mind :)

Votes/comments, much appreciated xx

- kya h. ∞