Trapped (Jariana)

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Ariana

"Anna's back!" Aviella says when I stumble in the door.

It hurts so bad. Way worse than before. There's something wrong. Justin seems to notice that as he tells Aviella to go play for a while, which she's been doing all day.

"Princess, what's wrong?" Justin asks.

"It hurts, Justin. Really bad. I think something's broken."

He curses under his breath.

"We need to get out of here. If he takes you again, it will get way worse." He says.

"We're leaving tomorrow."

"Avi!" He calls.

She comes running out and smiles.

"JuJu!"

"Baby, it's bedtime. Go get Tommy." She runs back into the playroom and comes out with the ratty brown bear.

"Lay down." Justin covers her with his jacket and she lays her head on the bear.

"Night, babe." He says.

"Night night." She replies with a huge smile on her face.

Justin comes back over and sits next to me.

"I'm gonna touch you. Is that okay?"

I nod, but wince when he gently places his hand on my thigh.

"God." I groan.

"I'm sorry, princess." He says.

He moves his hand to between my legs.

"Oh my God, Justin stop."

"Do you think you'll be able to walk tomorrow?"

"I can walk a little. But it hurts."

"I might have to carry you. So, I used to play soccer. Before this."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I'm a very good kicker. So, when he comes tomorrow, I can kick his brains out and we can leave."

"I think you mean kick him between his legs."

"That too. But still, I have a very powerful kick. Powerful as in he'll be in so much pain he can't get off the floor and we can escape."

"That makes sense."

"So, he'll walk in and put the stuff on the floor. He won't see me, because I'll be behind the door. When he walks in, I'll immediately kick him from behind, and if one kick doesn't work, I'll keep kicking him because I'll be pissed. Then you'll tell me to stop, I'll pick you up and somehow get Aviella and we'll leave."

"Hopefully she can walk. She might get distracted, though."

"She will get distracted. We just have to make sure we get her back on track."

"Kay."

"Alright. We'll do it when he brings the water and stuff. Now go to sleep."

"You're not my dad. And you probably don't wanna be."

"You're right. I don't wanna be your dad."

"You mean something else by that. I know you do."

"Yes, I do. I'll let you figure it out on you own."

"I hate you." I mumble.

"But I let you sleep right here, on me. So you can't hate me."

"You always have excuses."