Author: jmccole PM
17 year old Anna Redfield was taken from her parents when she was just a young girl, forced to live with man who makes himself; friend, brother and lover. To him she is just another day of week...She is his sweet monday.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 859 - Updated: 02-27-13 - Published: 02-26-13 - id: 3104376
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3295 days, that's how long I have been in hell. I should have said home, I should have listened to my mom, I should have but I didn't. I do not remember much of her, I remember her laugher sound like spring. I remember how she would always hold my hand and tell me to stay next to her. But I didn't on that day, I do not know why but I didn't.
She never let me do any thing, I remember how she would tell me no to that sleep over and to going out with those friends. I remember my dad smelling like wood all the time. How he would pick me up a twirl me around like a princess. I wish I could remember what they look like. Every time I tired to think of them all I saw were blurred vision. I believed my mother had the same black hair as me but other then that I could not see them clearly.
"Monday? Is that your name." The dirty girl across for me whispered hursly as she read the sign above my head.
It wasn't my name. It wasn't my name. I told my self over and over again. She was new. He had brought her two days ago. I said nothing he would be back soon. We were not allowed to talk to each other.
I wondered how old she was. She looked like she was fifteen or sixteen. I was eight when he first took me. The others were older but I was eight. I was not sure what month it was I just knew that today was the 3295th day since he first took me.
There were seven of us. We all sat in our corner of the ciller not talking. We do not talk. That is a rule. She was going to have to learn that. But she was crying now. After awhile she would stop, they always stopped.
"Stop crying." I whispered.
But it only made her cry more. We do not cry. That was a rule. But she would learn that the same way we all did. When we follow the rules we get food and he would not hit us for the day. He would be nice. So we followed the rules.
There was a small part of me that still shock when I heard the keys raddle. One. Click. Two. Click. Three. Click. Four. Click. Five. The final click. I counted his heavy steps as he made it down the creaking stairs. We do not look at him when he comes to visit. That was a rule. We would wait.
He took the shackles of my feet, and took my hand gently. It must be Monday, so it was my turn. I did not cry. It was against the rules. He lead me into the house. One by one he took of my clothes.
"Is it to hot?" He asked my nicely as I stepped into the warm bath. I shock my head.
"Here is your toothbrush." He said handing me the red one. I brushed.
"Good now clean up. You should look nice for our date." I did what he said.
When I was done he gave me my red dress back. It was clean now. He sat me down at the mirror. But I could not see my self. All the mirrors were covered. I sat still as he held my face. He put the hot wax on my face before removing it. I did not wince. It was a rule. Next was the make up.
"You are so beautiful Monday." That was not my name.
When he was done he led me to the kitchen, he pulled out my chair for me and poured my a glass of the red wine he said was made just for me. In front of me food, a lot of food, but I do not eat it unless he tells me to. Sometimes he did sometimes if I broke the rules he wouldn't.
"You can eat Monday. You've been good." And so I did.
I ate the food slowly. He waited until I was done. When I was he took my hand, and led me to the television room.
"You like this movie right?" He asked me as he put in the DVD. I nodded as he sat next to me.
"I almost forgot your medication." He said as he pulled out the small pink pill.
He walked over and got some water before handing it to me. He watched me careful as I drank it. Once I swallowed he checked to make sure I wasn't hiding it anywhere. We always took or medication. It was a rule. We watched the movie. He laughed loudly at the parts he found funny asking me if I did to. I just nodded.
"Lets go Monday." He took my hand again.
He led me to his bedroom and took the red dress off again. I laid on the bed and waited, turning to face the window, it was raining, I liked the rain.
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