heard him correctly. How did my life depend on it?
“Never mind, Audrey! Just get out of here, I’ll come get you when I’m done packing—we have to leave,” Damien yelled in a panic. Now I understood my dad’s comment about my mother and him screaming down each other’s throats in this house. It was bound to happen, they couldn’t get their feelings straight, and it came back at them as anger. “Just go, Audrey, please. I’ll come get you,” he said, as he continued to pack things tightly into a bag.
I just nodded and made my way into the other rooms. I accepted that I was going to be moved; it would be easier for me to escape when we were moving and he was distracted. I just had to time it right, and I’d be back home in no time. I just had to wait, but why was Damien in such a sudden rush to leave? What did he really have to lose?
He wasn’t going to tell me anytime soon, I could tell. Maybe I could get that out of him too, if I played my cards right. I felt a mischievous smile curl my lips; I was going to escape, one way or another.
Chapter 9
I had never been in the other rooms before, and if I hadn't known better I would have guessed no one had ever been in them either. I stepped into one room and the bed was made, as if it had never been slept in. The walls were bare, and the only furniture was a desk and a bookshelf. The desk was completely bare. There was nothing on it or in it except a slip of paper with the drawing of a black dog. At least I think it was a dog; it had a circle for a head, long floppy ears and a stick body.
"This was your father's room," Damien said from behind me.
"Well, I guess my father isn’t much of an artist," I stated, as I started to look through the bookshelf.
There were books stuffed into every possible spot that my dad could have found. The books seemed to progress as he aged, but suddenly stopped in his early teens. There was nothing past that to challenge him in reading; something caused him to not get any more books, and he was forced to stop.
“Now I know why he always forced me to read. He couldn’t, so he made sure that I could.”
“Sounds like a good guy. Now, let’s go,” Damien growled as he came into the room.
“I just started looking.”
“Correction, you just started learning about your parents for the first time, and now you actually care about them because you realize your life isn't so bad. Now get up, we have to go!” he said, pulling me up off the ground and from the bedroom.
“What’s gotten into you?” I questioned, as Damien pulled me down the stairs and toward the front door.
“Stay,” he ordered, as he dropped a bag by my feet and stormed off. He stalked toward a hidden door on the other side of the stairs. I could hear him rummaging around in the room, knocking stuff over, and crashing them to the ground.
My feet carried me to the noise before my mind could process what I was doing. Each time I tried to look while Damien was out, the door was locked and wouldn’t open no matter how much I tried to force it. I felt as if it was supposed to keep me out, as well as keep whoever was inside trapped. I stepped inside to see the room at its fullest. There was a king size bed with white sheets and a rose petal heart in the center of the bed. A sheer white canopy cascaded over the bed and provided minimal light with the string lights that were wrapped around the bedposts. The rest of the rose petals were scattered over the room and accompanied by more candles that were meant to set the scene for a romantic night.
“What are you doing in here?” Damien yelled once he turned to see me standing in the doorway.
“I was just...”
“I told you to stay put, Audrey, it’s for your own good!” Damien cried out, as he tried to push me out of the room.
“You’re keeping me locked up. That’s not for my own good, Damien!” I said, side-stepping him and walking him into the room.
“Audrey,
“Never mind, Audrey! Just get out of here, I’ll come get you when I’m done packing—we have to leave,” Damien yelled in a panic. Now I understood my dad’s comment about my mother and him screaming down each other’s throats in this house. It was bound to happen, they couldn’t get their feelings straight, and it came back at them as anger. “Just go, Audrey, please. I’ll come get you,” he said, as he continued to pack things tightly into a bag.
I just nodded and made my way into the other rooms. I accepted that I was going to be moved; it would be easier for me to escape when we were moving and he was distracted. I just had to time it right, and I’d be back home in no time. I just had to wait, but why was Damien in such a sudden rush to leave? What did he really have to lose?
He wasn’t going to tell me anytime soon, I could tell. Maybe I could get that out of him too, if I played my cards right. I felt a mischievous smile curl my lips; I was going to escape, one way or another.
Chapter 9
I had never been in the other rooms before, and if I hadn't known better I would have guessed no one had ever been in them either. I stepped into one room and the bed was made, as if it had never been slept in. The walls were bare, and the only furniture was a desk and a bookshelf. The desk was completely bare. There was nothing on it or in it except a slip of paper with the drawing of a black dog. At least I think it was a dog; it had a circle for a head, long floppy ears and a stick body.
"This was your father's room," Damien said from behind me.
"Well, I guess my father isn’t much of an artist," I stated, as I started to look through the bookshelf.
There were books stuffed into every possible spot that my dad could have found. The books seemed to progress as he aged, but suddenly stopped in his early teens. There was nothing past that to challenge him in reading; something caused him to not get any more books, and he was forced to stop.
“Now I know why he always forced me to read. He couldn’t, so he made sure that I could.”
“Sounds like a good guy. Now, let’s go,” Damien growled as he came into the room.
“I just started looking.”
“Correction, you just started learning about your parents for the first time, and now you actually care about them because you realize your life isn't so bad. Now get up, we have to go!” he said, pulling me up off the ground and from the bedroom.
“What’s gotten into you?” I questioned, as Damien pulled me down the stairs and toward the front door.
“Stay,” he ordered, as he dropped a bag by my feet and stormed off. He stalked toward a hidden door on the other side of the stairs. I could hear him rummaging around in the room, knocking stuff over, and crashing them to the ground.
My feet carried me to the noise before my mind could process what I was doing. Each time I tried to look while Damien was out, the door was locked and wouldn’t open no matter how much I tried to force it. I felt as if it was supposed to keep me out, as well as keep whoever was inside trapped. I stepped inside to see the room at its fullest. There was a king size bed with white sheets and a rose petal heart in the center of the bed. A sheer white canopy cascaded over the bed and provided minimal light with the string lights that were wrapped around the bedposts. The rest of the rose petals were scattered over the room and accompanied by more candles that were meant to set the scene for a romantic night.
“What are you doing in here?” Damien yelled once he turned to see me standing in the doorway.
“I was just...”
“I told you to stay put, Audrey, it’s for your own good!” Damien cried out, as he tried to push me out of the room.
“You’re keeping me locked up. That’s not for my own good, Damien!” I said, side-stepping him and walking him into the room.
“Audrey,
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