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The doctor got up to leave the room. Daddy went to go sit in the chair that the doctor was in.
“What was the other one’s name?” He asked.
“I can’t remember,” I lied. “I want to go home, I’m feeling better.”
“You were poisoned Ms.Bradley.” The doctor replied. “We have to make sure everything is alright before we release you.”
“Well do what you have to, I’m ready to leave.” I said turning over.

After they left, I had to ask myself a million questions, What had really went on in that house? What was really going on? Why did David poison me? Why would Damien allow that to happen? Who brought me here? Daddy came back in the room, looked at me, and smiled. “They got to run some more tests, but he said you can come home tomorrow.”
“You alright?” My sister asked me. I just lay there, on my side, confused, and wanting some answers.

It was later on in the afternoon on the next day when I got to leave. I had to beg daddy to tell the police not to watch my room. When I got home, there was a police car parked in front of the house looking up at my bedroom window. I somehow convinced them that if they brought me home, then they didn’t want me anymore, and that watching every move that I made was invading my privacy. After all, if they wanted to kill me, they would’ve done it.

When everything was settled, I ran up to my room to lie down. I cried for a while because of all the balled up confusion and anger, but I soon calmed down around dinnertime. It seemed like every five minutes that passed, Dad would come up to check up on me. I had to convince him I was all right and that I didn’t need anything, every time. Around seven, the phone rang. I didn’t want to answer it at first, but thought that it might be Damien. After the fifth rang, I picked it up.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Sade?” A male voice was on the other side.
“Damien?” I had recognized him. There was a small silence then I heard him give a sigh.
“How are you feeling?” He asked. I wanted to ask him what happened, but I couldn’t, I mean I couldn’t let him hang up. The thought of turning him in crossed my mind, but I cared about him too much to do it.
“I’m fine.” I whispered. “And you?” There was another long silence until I repeated my question.
“Are they treating you good?” He asked almost in a hurry, like someone was waiting on him. “I had to take you home before he tried to harm you again.”
“What happened?” I finally asked, almost in a whine, this was he had to answer me. “I thought you cared about me, I trusted you.” Then, I heard a car horn in the background and I realized that, he was on a payphone.
“I just wanted to call and see how you were, I have to go.” He said quickly and hung up on the phone. I was left on the other line with my question unanswered and tears stung my eyes. I heard Dad’s footsteps coming up the stairs again, so I quickly put eh phone back on the receiver and covered my face.
“You alright?” He asked opening my door.
“Yes dad.” I said from under my pillow.
“Do you need anything?” He asked.
“No dad.” I replied. For a moment, I thought he was going to ask me who called, but didn’t because he knew I was already annoyed.

After dinner, dad tried to convince me to go talk to mom but I couldn’t, for I knew that we would somehow get into a fight, and she would blame me for everything that happened. When I finished eating, I went back to my room and turned on my stereo. My sister came in long after and sits on my bed.
“What happened to you?” She asked. I didn’t hear her but I could read her lips. She asked another question and when I didn’t answer her, she yanked the covers back off my body.
“What is your problem?” I asked.
“Why didn’t you go talk to mom?” she asked ignoring my anger.
“Because I didn’t feel like it, besides you and I both know I’m the last person she wants to see anyway.”
“She loves you.” She replied.
“Get out of my room.” I yelled and kicked her off the bed. Now I was enraged. I didn’t want to talk to anybody, I just lay there, and eventually, I fell asleep.

As I fell asleep, I immediately fell into a dream, I saw a couch, a window, Muchy, and I realized that I was in Damien’s apartment. I tried to wake my self up moving, but I was too deep into the dream. I wasn’t lying on the couch though; I was standing up; in the living room. I didn’t see anyone there, so I began to wander. I walked toward the room I heard Damien talking to David in three days earlier, and I opened the door.

There wasn’t hardly anything in there, just a bed, and a dresser, I walked over to the dresser, and opened the top drawer. There were some clothes, folded very neatly, I wanted to go through them, but I didn’t. I suddenly had a head rush, so I instantly sit down on the bed. When I did, I felt something underneath me, I rose up, and there was the gun! I jumped at first, but calmed down. I took the end of my nightgown, picked the gun up, and moved it to the head of the bed.

It was a couple of minutes when I decided to get back up and wander the rest of the house. I walked to the other side of the room, and there was a window. I opened the blinds, and saw nothing but grassy rolling hills. There wasn’t anything but grass; the house must’ve been way out in the country. I closed the blinds and walked slowly back to the door.

I walked back through the living room and stopped, I looked thought the door way into the kitchen, I saw the table with bags on it, there were all kinds of can-food lying around; like someone had threw them on the floor. I walked in the kitchen toward the sink, when I did, I wasn’t looking down and I slipped, in some kind of liquid, I instantly looked down, and it was blood! I shrieked and jumped back, whose blood was this?

I quickly (almost ran back into the living room). The blood was still on the bottom of my feet, I had to wash it off, I was breathing so hard, and I felt like I was going into a panic attack. When I passed a bedroom, the door was open, it was the bedroom Damien slept in, right across the bathroom, and I had to walk in.

In this bedroom, a lot more stuff was in it, there was a TV, a night stand, there were cigarettes on it; Marlboros’ and a lighter, a glass, and a piece of paper. On the paper was a number, I didn’t recognize it, and so I left it there. I walked toward the bed, when I saw a suitcase, it was closed, I couldn’t help myself, and I had to see what was in it.

When I opened the suitcase I saw a picture of me, I was smiling sitting on my bed with a pencil and paper in my hand. This picture was from my house! I looked at it for about five minutes wide-eyed and in awe; Damien has been in my house. I then put the picture down, and went through the rest of the stuff in the suitcase, there was two cartons of Marlboros’ and about five shirts along with six pairs of jeans, I recognized one of the shirts, it was the one that Damien was wearing the night of the capture, I had to retaliate and pick it up, I held it so close to my face, I closed my eyes and I smelled it. It smelled of his cologne and snuggles, I smiled and open my eyes, thinking; Damien was planning to leave.

I then sit laid down on his bed, and stretched out; it was a big bed, comfy. I then started to get up, but I couldn’t, something was holding me down. I tried to getup again, was I handcuffed? I looked over at my arm, the arm I had his shirt in, and saw wires, no tubes, I sit up-

I opened my eyes, and I was in my bedroom again. I realized and remembered, it was all a dream. I opened my hand, and his shirt wasn’t’ there. I lay back down, and sighed.
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