Chapter 22

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I silently look down at my plate of lasagna taking small bites once in a while.
"so tell me Fiona,  how have you been lately, running off with your gang of guys,  hm?"
My father asks looking deeply into my eyes. 

Not creepy.....

"I've been just fine.  But I mean,  I've been having fun,  they LOVE me,  we play together,  we do GOOD things. But you ruined it all."
I say sharply. Looking back into his eyes glaring.
"guys,  take her. "
He motions for some guys with hand guns in their back Pocket to bring me back to my room.
They pull me into a different room.
It has no bed,  no lights but a little tiny window in the corner,  nasty shit all over the walls and floor,  nothing.  Just me,  bugs,  and what else could there be? 
I sit in the corner and cry and cry.
I pray the boys will find me,  and save me.  I wanna go back home,  where I'm happy,  there are no problems.

Sorry this chapter was short.  I'm lazy and tired.  I've been working on this one for 4 days but I never get enough time so here.  

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