I hear him lock the door and I feel tears burning in my eyes. This room has become so overwhelming in such a short period of time. Every time I hear him lock the door, I just wanna cry. Every time he locks the door, I start to lose more hope that I'll get out of here any time soon. My dad doesn't even know I'm gone!
I place my head in my arms and just cry. I silently cry to myself and just start to overthink everything, letting my anxiety get the best of me.
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After having yet another breakdown, I wipe the tears from my face. I sigh loudly, looking at the bedroom door. I need to get out of here. I lift myself up on the bed and focus my attention on the chain around my ankle.
"Ugh!" I sigh loudly as I try to wiggle my foot loose from the chain. But I've got nothing, it won't budge. I can feel myself getting frustrated the longer I struggle with this. Why does he have to keep me tied down, he already locks the door. I have no way out. The windows in this room don't open, and there's not even a window in the bathroom. I'm literally trapped.
"What the fuck." I cry loudly.
Ever since I've gotten here, I've done nothing but cry. Harry is just about the most confusing person I've ever met. He's just mysterious, he keeps everything about him to himself. I literally only know his first name.
But at the same time, I can see why he wouldn't. He doesn't want me spilling any information for when I go home. If I go home that is, who knows if my dad will even pay him what he owes. What will happen to him if he doesn't? What will happen to me? Will I be stuck under Harry's controlling wings? Will I be stuck here in Tennessee and never see Texas again?
And why would Harry even bother telling me anything? He knows that I know what he looks like, he knows that I know his name. Does he think my dad won't pay him the money owes him? He must think I won't be going anywhere. The thought scares me.
My mind begins to race with all these disappointing thoughts. He doesn't even know I'm gone yet and he still has five days left of his trip or whatever it even actually is. I still can't even get it through my head that my dad would ever work for something like this. And how long has he been working for Harry?
I lay back on the bed trying to find ways to entertain myself, like finding images in the ceiling tiles. But it just seems to make me even more bored. Nothing seems to work, I only find everything tiring. So I eventually close my eyes and fall asleep.
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"Dawn!" I hear the familiar British accent. I ignore it, not wanting to be bothered. He's annoyed the shit out of me enough tonight.
