Justin's Girl *Finished*

Toby, is my name. I am 17. I am a normal girl, that liked to skateboard, go to the beach, shop, ect. But my mom got in contact with her friend from high school, and I got back to talking to her son..//// I was in love. In love with my mom's close friend's son.... Justin.... We hang out, go places, talk on the phone and all the other things. But my dad was to protective. What happens when I make a move? What happens when he does? Does he like me? Does he run? Did my dad, fight him? Did I run? Do I tell my parents? Do I lose everything? ....


30. What's going on?

   When we got to my house, my father got out and came to me in the back opening the back door. He grabed me by my hair and forced me up to the house. He opened the door with force and ran up the stairs, still having my hair in his hand. I screamed as he pulled more and more. He threw my in my empty room, that still had everything packed in the bags. "Give me your phone," he said holding his hand out as I was on the ground holding my head crying. I didn't even move. "Now!," he roise his voice and I grabed my phone from my pocket and gave it to him. After that he was gone. I cried for about 10 mintues then I unpacked all my stuff and put it all back. I thought of Justin the whole time. Was he alright! Is he going to come back for more, I hope not. Is he going to call the police. After I was done packing and stuff I went to my bed and drifted off to sleep, not caring what time it was. I just wanted to sleep and not wake up.

* Next Morning *

  I woke up and looked around, not knowing what time it was. I'd estimate about 8, maybe 9. I got up, not remembering what happened yesterday and I walked to my door and tried to open it but nothing. I stared down at the handel, my dad switched it. It now locks on the outside; i'm locked in! I banged on the door and tried to get out but no sound came from the other side. I started to cry knowing this is what my grandma went threw with her parents. That's why she tried helping me, so I wouldn't have that life but it didn't work. She told me stories about her childhood starting with the time she was 14 when she was raped by her own father. Then at the age 15 threw 18 she was locked in a room the whole time, with very little food and water. I didn't want to be that girl, and I don't want to think my dad would do that. "Dad!," I yelled knocking on the door trying to see if I could hear noise. Nothing. What is going on!

  Hours pasted by like wind. I sat in my room and listened to music. I had that feeling that someone was on the otherside of the door but just waiting. Waiting for me to mess up; mess up by trying to excape. Those thoughts made me, not want to leave my room. By now it was dinner time, and I didn't eat at all. I layed on my bed holding my stomache, in pain and that's when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I turned my body, so I could watch the door. The footsteps were infront of my door and that's when I heard the door unlock, fastly. When the person opened it, I quickly looked up surprized who I saw.

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