22.

KAYLA

I don’t know how long I have been held here but I was sure it’s been days or maybe a week. No one had approached me again or said anything to me since the first day.

The only person who came into the cell was a man who dropped off the food and water before he disappeared again. And there was the woman who came to take me to the bathroom about three times a day.

I wasn’t stupid to try and fight her off to escape when I didn’t know the layout of where I was, how big it was and how many guards there were guarding the place.

The Secret Service would already know that something was off since they hadn’t heard from me but they wouldn’t be stupid to come looking immediately. They would wait for another week or two to give me time to sort out my mess and if they don’t hear from me then, they would send someone to look.

The only thing I had done consistently was ask the man who brought me food where I was, and who they were and beg for them to let me go. I had to keep pretending that I d