Chapter 67

Fuck this and fuck her, I have nothing left to lose. If I'm going down I'm dragging her with me.

The door swings open with an old metal sound, as it squeaks a high pitched squeal, just narrowly missing the top of my head. She stands above me, looking down at me with a cruel smile,

"Hello Charlotte," she says with the nastiest bedside manner voice I've ever heard, "what are you doing down there?" She asks like I'm a fucking child. Glancing up at her and then away, not caring to give her the time of day to look at her face or answer that stupid bloody question. She continues as if I've answered her, "well, you'll catch your death on the cold floor like that, get up," acting all nicey nice but I just roll my eyes at her, not playing her games. "I said get up," she spits through gritted teeth as she kicks me, I wince but that's it, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of showing too much pain.

"Where is my father? Does he know or even care where I am or what you are doing with me?' I