I look up at Sheryll. She has a murderous look on her face. Tears slide down my cheek as the icy feeling of guilt spreads through me. The bruises on my arms throb as she picks me up roughly. I know where I am going. I sort through my brain trying to understand why I deserve this. I watch her pull out a key and unlock the Door. Now that I am being thrownin there I remember that I am the second one
The first was annabel. She spat in Fathers face when he asked her to do another one of her endless chores. I don't squirm as sheryll takes me to my destination. I am scared she will beat me again. Or the other thing father calls 'playing'. I don't know what to call it. Rape? Mollestation? Who cares. Here we go again...
