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Jimmy didn't come in to help me cook today. I thought about poisoning their food. That way I would just watch them all die and then run away. But where the hell was I going to find something in this house to poisoning them?

Right before I finished they came in. They headed straight to the table and shovelled down their food. They reminded me of a pack of hyenas around a dead animal carcass.

I sat down and put a little amount of the food on my plate. Knowing I was the only one who made dinner made it a little easier for me to eat. I know I can trust myself.

I let the dinner conversation flow around me. I nodded my head the occasional time, but I never listened to the questions. My mind was concentrated on more important things. Like where are those fucking keys?

When I was cleaning today, I opened up every drawer I could find. If they weren't locked, they contained nothing but loose change and papers that I didn't bother to read. I tried opening up the basement door, but it was still locked. I'm positive that the girl is dead now, and I can't waste my time thinking about her.

After dinner was done, I washed all of the dishes. Jimmy didn't help me. Instead he stayed at the table and played some kind of card game with Tommy. Charles went up to his room. I dunked my hands into the warm water. I tried to listen in on them talking, but their voices were so low that I had trouble understanding them.

"So how was it?" I heard Tommy ask.

"Why?" Jimmy asked back.

It's me. They're talking about me. I know it. I was even more curious now to listen in.

"Come on. I'm your brother. You shouldn't keep details like this away from me," Tommy told him. "Juliet is beautiful, so I imagine that it is great."

"Yeah," he mumbled quietly. "It is."

Another one of those pains twisted in my stomach. They're talking about raping me and Tommy's looking at it like it's a good thing, like it's something to look forward to. I tried to clang the plates together and splash my arms around in the water. I had to do anything to cover up the sounds of their conversation.

Jimmy sedating me every time he raped me was a good thing. If I knew exactly what he was doing to me I would lose my mind. I can already start to feel it deteriorate like every little thing they're doing is chipping away a piece of my brain.

When I was done nosily washing the dishes, I couldn't hear Tommy and Jimmy's conversation anymore. I quickly looked behind me to see that they were still sitting at the table with cards in their hands. They would call out the occasional number, but they weren't having a conversation anymore.

I walked over to the table, and neither of them looked at me. I sat down next to Jimmy and watched them play. I felt a little better that neither of them acknowledged my presence.

I watched the game and tried figuring out what you were supposed to do. I never did figure out the rules, but by the way Tommy was scowling at the end of the game I could tell he lost. Jimmy put his arm around me and kissed my cheek. Tommy stomped upstairs to his room.

"Let's go up," Jimmy told me.

I closed my eyes tightly. He was going to drug and rape me again. Jimmy slid his arm off of me and took my hand in his. He stood up and I followed him as he pulled me up to his room.

He lied down on his bed and pulled me down with him. I became scared because I didn't know what he wanted to do. I tried to wiggle out of his grip and that only caused his grip to tighten around me.

"Stop it, Juliet," he told me.

I started to calm down and I focused on his heartbeat. If he was just going to hold me it would be better to stay still. If I kept moving then he would probably hit me. But if he started touching me then I would definitely try to get away. If I put up a fight and then he would drug me. It was easier.

My right arm was already scabbed. Jimmy ran his fingertips lightly across them. His hands were so rough, but whenever he touched me like this it was soft and light. I felt him press his cheek against the top of my head. He took his focus off my right arm and started to focus on my left. He flipped it over so that my tattoo was showing.

It was a black rose with a cross behind it. I got it the day after I turned eighteen. My friend, Chelsea, and I went out in the morning after we had been drinking. I wasn't hung-over, but she was and she slept in the chair beside me the entire time. She always thought I wanted it because it looked pretty.

He traced the tattoo with his fingers. It caused a tingling sensation to run up my forearm and into my shoulder.

"Why'd you scar yourself like that?" he asked me.

"I got it for my family," I told him.

"You mean your birth family," he corrected me.

"What?" I asked surprised.

"We're your family now. Your parents are part of your birth family," he explained to me.

"Oh," I said meekly.

"Say it," he ordered me.

"What?" I asked timidly.

"I want you to say it. Say we are your family."

I closed my eyes. They weren't my family, but I didn't know what kind of argument that would start. So I forced the words off of my lips.

"You're my family," I said quietly.

"What?"

I must not have said it loud enough. I tried saying it again, but this time I raised my voice.

"You're my family," I said. My voice cracked on the word family.

"That's my girl," he told me.

He kissed the top of my head. I wanted to cry, but I didn't let myself. Jimmy can't see me being upset; that's what he likes. Jimmy refocused his attention back onto my tattoo. I couldn't see his eyes, but I knew he was staring at it.

"It's nice. You're a lot prettier without it. I don't know why girls always feel like they have to scar themselves to be more beautiful. Your skin is so gorgeous. You shouldn't have stained it like that," he told me.

He put my arm back onto my stomach and tighten his arms around me even more. I turned my head over so that all I could see is the corner of my vision was his grey shirt. If I concentrated hard enough I could pretend like he wasn't there. I had more important things to focus on.

The bars on the window had all of my attention. It was dark outside and I had trouble seeing them. The thought of the bars not being there anymore made my heart jump out of my chest. I could smash the window and escape, but the bars were still there.

If I could pry the bars off I could leave. I would need something like a crowbar and I have no idea where I would find one. Tomorrow I would have to search for something strong enough to bend the bars. Everything in this house seemed to be made of wood and would break easily.

Jimmy's lips moved down to my cheek. It brought me back to reality. I felt his arms move up towards my chest. I pulled them away from me.

"No. Don't," I said sitting up. I was amazed that I made it out of his grip. He got up too, and moved to the other side of the bed. It was another thing that shocked me.

"Do you want to be sedated tonight?" he asked me.

I couldn't help but let a few tears slip out of my eyes. I don't want to spend another night here. It must only be my fifth night, but it felt like I had been here for so much longer. People must be looking for me now. Someone must have noticed that me not being around is odd.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked him.

If he was going to rape me it would be better to be unconscious. Thinking about it caused even more tears to roll down my cheeks. I could feel Jimmy slide towards me on the bed. He put his hands around my neck and pulled my face up to his.

"I'm not going to do anything to you," he said sweetly. "I don't want to hurt you."

I shook my head from side to side and wiped the tears away with my fingers. Jimmy kissed me and then pulled away from me.

"I don't want it then," I told him.

His lips curled up into a smile.

"Good," he said. "You're already starting to get comfortable here."