My haunting past

Chapter 11-Trapped on the island

Journal entry 2

It has been less than a week and I have attempted to leave the island. I wasn't able to because my father stopped me. He has decided to stay with me and some of men my men as well in order to make sure my adjustment is fine. My attempt wasn't great as I got onto a boat he stopped me forcefully and now I'm left with a black eye.

I don't get out of bed anymore, the will to live is no longer there without the light in my life. My father has tried to get me out of the bed, maids bringing me food and he even had girls over for me to get my mind of Cherie but I could never. It led to me kicking them out and an hour long talk with my father, mainly me yelling at him. I hate him and I want him out of my life but won't leave yet until he thinks I'm fine but I will never be fine.

I have a picture of Cherie and my kids next to me in a frame and I always sleep with it, holding it with me and never letting it go. I need my Cherie, I need my family, I need my life back and I don't think I can handle not being around them. I don't care about who's out for me and my family. I can protect them, I just need them back.

I read through the journal entry, there was dried up water spots, possibly from tears. I never liked his father, he was being held hostage by his father in the island. He never wanted to stay but why did he still. His father eventually left but why didn't he go right after.

Questions kept popping up, different solutions I could make up but none would be right unless he told them. I need to talk to him again, get straightforward answers.

I called Stefan, asking him to come over which he agreed to. I decided to go downstairs to my kitchen and fill up my water bottle. My doorbell rang and I went over to open

"Hi" Stefan said with his hands in his pockets

"Hi" I replied opening the door wider and stepping to the side letting him in. He stepped inside and I closed the door

"So what do you want to talk about?" He asked

"Your journal" I replied

"Ok, what about it?" He asked as we stepped into the kitchen. I grabbed my bottle, drinking some before talking "I'm on your second entry and you said your father forced you to stay there" I said clarifying it

"Yes, when I first got there he was with me and stayed for about on and off for about 3 years" he replied

"3 years?" I questioned

"Yes, he would come and go. There would be times he stayed for 4 months or he would stay about a week" he replied

"Why not leave when he wasn't there, get off the island" I questioned not understanding why he didn't go. He could have so what stopped him?

"What you didn't see was there were cameras in my house, I was being monitors 24/7 by my father and his goons so I had to abide and let this happen. My father did not want me to leave, he kept telling me it would protect you, but it more to protect me. Sadly and I don't know why but he never liked you so seeing you no longer apart of my life satisfied him" he said which broke me. He never wanted to leave, he never had a choice in his life

"Reminds you of something?" I questioned referring back to my life with my brothers

"Your brothers" he said

"Yeah, when I lived with them and the year i left" I replied

"And another reason why I couldn't leave is he held something against, saying if I left, you get hurt" he said making me go into shock

"I'm sorry what" I said repeatedly blinking not knowing if this is true and if I'm in a dream

"You know the girl you saw me with?" He questioned