Author's note: Anyone have ideas for a cast list?

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I woke up when I heard a loud noise come from downstairs. It sounded like someone had slammed something heavy down onto the ground.

My head felt dizzy. I slowly curled my fingers in and out. I've never been so happy to have control of my body before. I moved my eyes to look down at myself. I just had on a large grey T-shirt and my underwear. The comforter was draped over me.

"What?" I heard Charles yell from downstairs.

"I...I...didn't know it was that much," Jimmy defended himself.

"Don't be an idiot, boy! You better not kill that girl! You know she's the only one you get."

I propped myself up on one elbow. I felt a little relieved when Charles said they didn't want to kill me. But my mind quickly jumped back to the nightmare I'm currently living in. They most likely raped me. They'll do it again. I don't feel sore in anyway. I always expected being in terrible pain after being raped.

"Go upstairs and check on her!" Charles barked.

I could hear Jimmy running up the stairs and dropped my head back down on the pillow. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. The door opened and then clicked shut. I could hear his footsteps walking around the bed and I could feel his weight as he sat down next to me. His fingers grazed along his cheek.

"Juliet," he whispered softly.

I continued to pretend to be asleep. It scared me to think about how vulnerable his voice sounded.

"Juliet," he tried again. This time he made his voice a little louder.

He leaned down and kissed my cheek. I let my eyes flutter open. Relief flooded over Jimmy's face and his lips curled into a smile.

"You're alright," he told me. I opened up my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a yawn. He rubbed his hand along my side and back. He bit down on his lip. "I'm so sorry. I promised I wasn't going to hurt you and then I do something as stupid as this."

I grunted and then rolled over onto my back, stretching my arms up and over and onto my back. My muscles ached and I felt Jimmy's eyes on me.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Seems like a stupid question right now," I told him.

"Sorry. Juliet, all it takes is some getting used to."

"You get use to...killing people?"

Jimmy ran his hand through his long hair and shook his head.

"You don't understand," he told me.

"Understand what?" I asked.

"You'll find out later."

"Why? Why can't I know now, Jimmy?"

"You're not ready to know yet. Okay?" he snapped at me. "Certain things you need to learn as you get comfortable here. And stop with the questions."

When I get comfortable here? That would never happen. I'm not a killer. They are all sick-minded freaks. I'll never get used to it here.

Jimmy got off the bed and walked around to the other side. He moved the comforter off me, exposing my legs to the cool air. He reached his hand down to me, and I ignored it and got off the bed myself.

I dragged my feet for the first couple steps. My body felt like it was completely drained of all of its energy. I tripped over my own feet and Jimmy grabbed my arms to stop myself from falling down onto the ground.

"Easy there," he said chuckling under his breath. I pulled my arms away from him. I didn't want him touching me. Knowing I spent all night in bed with him was disgusting enough.

He went into the bathroom and turned on the light. I followed him in.

"You can take a shower, if you want. There's some clothes on the counter for you to change into. when you're done come into the kitchen. Okay?" Jimmy explained to me, I shook my head and he left me alone.

I closed the door to the bathroom and locked the door. I liked that this door had a lock. It made me feel safe, like they couldn't possibly get in through the door. I could just lock myself in this room for the rest of my life.

I peeled my clothes off of my body and turned on the shower. The water came out cold and barely warmed up. The cold water caused all of the drowsiness in my body to leave. It made all of my cuts sting, and provided as a warning to not take too long. They would have some kind of punishment for me for sure.

When I was done, I wrapped myself up in an old green towel. I tied my wet hair up because I doubted tht I would find a hair dryer here.

I looked at the clothes that Jimmy had left for me. It was a black pair of sweatpants and a large pink shirt with a couple of kittens playing with yarn on the front. When I put the pants on I had to tie the string as tightly as I could to stop them from falling down. The shirt was big, and took away any of the little shape I have.

When I got down into the kitchen Jimmy was sitting down at the table. He pulled out the chair next to him when he saw me. I walked over to see a bowl of oatmeal sitting in front of me. I stared a it and looked at Jimmy.

"No worries. You can eat it," he told me.

My stomach twisted as I looked down at it. Did they put something in it? Some kind of drug? It was easy to inject me, so why would they go to all that work to put it into my food? I picked up the spoon by the bowl and stirred it around in the oatmeal. I'm not hungry. I couldn't eat. I probably wouldn't be able to keep it down anyways.

"You should eat," Jimmy told me. "You're really skinny. It's probably not healthy."

"Why are you concerned about me?" I asked him quietly.

"I care about you," he told me.

I bit down on my lip. No one has ever said that they care about me before. I could feel the heat rushing up to my cheeks. Jimmy cared about me, which should be some kind of protection. He could make sure that his father never hurts me again. I could convince him not to lock one of the doors and make my escape. He could protect me from his murderous family.

The girl! Where was she? Was she still in the house? Was she alive or did they kill her too? Was it quick and painless or slow and painful? If I found her could we manage to escape together?

I wanted to ask Jimmy about her, but I couldn't He wouldn't tell me anything about her. He wants me to just forget about it.

I brought the spoon up to my mouth and began to eat. It had started to turn cold and didn't have much flavour.

"You're supposed to clean the house," Jimmy said. "The closet is over by the front door and has everything you'll need. I've gotta go outside and help my dad and brother. I can come in early and help you with dinner though."

I nodded my head and he took the bowl from me. He rinsed it out and left it in the sink among all the other dishes. I'd have to wash all of those. He gave me one last kiss and went out of the door connected to the kitchen. After he was gone I tried opening the door. It was locked. Of course it was.

I ran upstairs and went into a room I hadn't been in before. It had light brown walls and I ran up to the windows to see that it had the same fucking bars. I pulled on them quickly and it wouldn't move.

Quickly, I went to the next room. It had to be Charles's, His windows had the same fucking bars that were securely fastened. My eyes glance over at his shelf. It was covered in books and ran my hand along it. Hopefully, he hid a spare key there. There was nothing. I lifted up every book just to make sure, but there was nothing.

I'd have to inspect Jimmy's room more carefully. I went into his room and lifted up all the trinkets and keepsakes on his dresser. There wasn't anything underneath them.

I lied on the ground and scanned under the bed to see that it was empty. I slid my hand under the mattress and couldn't feel anything. I searched through all of his drawers, but was careful that none of his clothes wuld end up wrinkled. I didn't want it to be obvious that I was looking through his stuff.

All hope was lost until I got to the last drawer. I felt something cold and metal under my fingertips. My heart skipped a beat and a quickly pulled it out. It wasn't a key, but instead a silver chain. At the end was a charm of a silver dragon.

Jimmy must keep the key on himself. Tommy and Charles would have ones on themselves too. I need to get my hands on one of those keys.

I better get to that cleaning Jimmy told me about. If he didn't hit me somehow then Charles would for sure. I made my way down the stairs.

I opened up the closet door near the front door. It was full of mops, brooms, buckets, gloves and cleaning supplies. I took one of the brooms and began to drag it across the floor. I created piles of dust and then would throw them out. I started in the kitchen and once I was done there I went into the living room.

It was painted a fainted brown. There was a red couch, a blue reclining chair, and a brown chair was in the corner. White blinds covered the window and there was no pictures or paintings on the walls. Nothing electronic was in the room, not even a television or radio.

I swept away all the dust in that room and started sweeping the hallway next to the stairs. I saw an old wooden table and there was a silver frame on top of it. There were two young boys in it. One looked to be about seven-years-old and his arms around a boy who appeared to be five-years-old. I picked up the photo and examined it. The older boy must be Jimmy. It was odd to see the left side of his face so smooth and clear. I wondered how he got that scar.

I put the frame down and continued to sweep. I stopped when I reached a large door under the staircase. It must be the door to the basement. The frame around the door was all scratched. The paint was all torn around the doorknob.

The basement! That's where the girl must be. I dropped the broom on the ground and grabbed the knob. I furiously tried to open the door but it was locked. I put my ear against the door to see if I could hear her moving around. It was silent. Not even the faintest noise.

I started to slam my hand against the door. If they knocked her out with whatever drug they gave me, I'd need to make her up. I put my ear against the door again, but I couldn't hear anything. I tried slamming my hand even harder against the door. Still every time I put my ear on the door I couldn't hear anything. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone had come in. No one had.

"Hello," my voice cracked. There was still no response. I banged on the door harder.

"Hello," I shouted louder.

Silence.

I started to kick the door while banging on it with my fists. It wasn't going to matter. She wasn't going to respond if she was dead.

I turned around and banged the back of my head against the door. I slid down onto the ground. I should have gone down and tried to save her last night. She was dead because of me.

No! I refuse to think that way. She died because of those fucking killers in this fucking house.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I just wanted to go home. Someone should be wondering where I am. Lina's probably scared that I never came home the other night. She most likely called the cops by now and they would have reported me missing.

If she hasn't yet, maybe Donavan has. I was supposed to be at work last night. But it's not rare for a girl to miss a day of work. I've skipped days before and Donavan has threatened to fire me. He never would.

Oh my God, Lina talked to Charles too. She could have been here. It could have been her instead of me. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest as I wished Charles chose her instead. What did I have that she didn't?

I smashed my head against the door again. I wanted to wake up. This must be a dream.Nothing like this is possible. I hugged my knees up to my body. This is my second day here. If I have to stay here for the rest of my life, I won't be able to do it.