4. The Room
I began to wake up in a small, dark room. My ankle was chained to the side of the small bed that I was laying in. "Ah, morning sleepy head." I turned my head towards the voice. I felt a sharp pain in my neck and yelped. "Yeah, I think you have a concussion." I looked at Luke. Why is he doing this? "W-W...." "Don't ask questions. I took you for payback." "Payback for what? For who?" Even though I couldn't see him, I could feel him grinning. "Against your dad." The whole world stopped in its tracks. "What?!"
"Are you serious?! He left years ago!" "Well he'll come back for his precious little Jo when he gets my ransom note." I rolled my eyes. "He won't come. He's a prick." Luke stood up and walked to the door. With his back to me, he said the nastiest comment imaginable, "You are just like him." In a blind furry I stood up and smacked him. "Don't ever say that again!" "You're gonna regret that." He grabbed me by the waist and threw me on the ground. I noticed a shinny object in his pocket. And then I realized what it was, a knife. As he turned to walk out the door I reached up and grabbed it out of his pocket. I will do whatever is possible to escape this torture house.
When I finally heard the dead-bolt lock on the door "click," I ran to my bed and hid the knife under my pillow. "I'm gonna get out of here. One way or another." I laid back down and thought up a plan to escape this prison. All I have to do is wait for the right moment and stab him. Then I can get away. Somehow. I can feel the terror creeping up on me. "What if this doesn't work? Oh my God. I'll be stuck here forever!" I had to reassure myself my plan would work. "You can do this Jo. Just calm down. Stay strong."