My Prince in Baggy Jeans(on hold, editing)

LoCKed

8 YEARS LATER

ChaPteR 1- LoCKeD

It's been 8 Years since my mom was murdered and iv. Been locked in here. My father treats me ok, that night when my father killed her and locked me in here, he dyed mt hair black and put a mattress in here. Also 1 pillow, 1 blanket, a sink toilet, bucket and sponge. He would come in twice a day, once to remind me it was my fault that my mom is dead and to tell me how useless I am, and the other to give me food. If I was bad, he wouldn't give me foo for two days. Every month he would have a new girlfriend. Each kept out of the basement. Each given the rules of the house. The first time I found out there was some one in the house, I banged on the door and screamed. I ended up not getting food for a week and got beat every time he told me I was useless . Today, was a new month, wich meant new girl. I sat on my bed waiting for my daily scolding and food before he brought her home. He came down the stairs and stood in front of me. I got up and took a breathe closing my eyes waiting for the blow. After a moment, I opened my eyes to see my father still standing there I blink. Why isn't he hitting or screaming at me yet? I let out the breathe I was holding. He took a breath and looked at me "You, are a worthless son of b-" he was whispering before he was interrupted by a girls voice. " honey?! Are you home?! I'm here!" she yelled. Not one but two pair of feet come in the house. My father ran up the stairs and forgetting to lock the door behind him. I heard muffled voices. " Hey! Your early! Who is this?!" my father asked in a cheery voice. " Hi! Yeah sorry, um, this ismy monster, Jayson dean, but we call him Jd, for short." said a cheery voice. " hi! I'm John. It's nice to meet you! Said my father. After a moment of silence, I pictured a little boy, hiding behind the moms leg, and peeking from behind it (leg). Scared to death, " oh he's a little shy. But don't worry he'll warm up soon." the woman said again. There was more shuffling and footsteps went around the house as he showed them the house and gave the rules. When they got to my door, I stayed quiet an held my breath. " this is empty room. But because of bad flooring we can't go in there." he explained to the new room mates. "Did you hear that J.D.? You can't go in there ok?" the women asked there was silence for a moment, then a sound that sound like a slap. " Answer me NOW Jayson Dean!!" she screamed " yes ma'am" came a boys voice. I would estimate his age around 10-11. The footsteps went away and I was left to breathe again. I sat on my bed and fixed me ripped blanket and flat pillow. I laid down, and closed my eyes. I woke up to two loud voices upstairs.

I ran my fingers through my hair and sat up. Someone was yelling and the other screaming, there was a loud thumping with the yelling. I went up the stairs quietly and pressed my ear to the door. "You-Will-Like-Him! Do-you-under-stand?!" the women yelled at him " yes mmhg-ma'am-mmgh" said J.D. His mom was abusing him, No Wonder he so shy. Foot steps defended to the front door, or so I assumed "I'm going shopping and Johns at work, SO BE GOOD!!" the girl yelled before the front door slammed shut. There was footsteps around the kitchen an the fridge opened. It closed and came my way. I quickly descended the stairs and went to my bed. I heard the door knob jingle, but it didn't open. Dad must have locked the door last night. I never got my food last night. But if I didn't get my lecture then I bet I probably deserve food either. After a moment of shuffling the foot steps came back. A piece of paper slipped under the door. After w moment a pen did to

"Is anyone there?"

The note said I picked up the pen and paper

"Help me"

I wrote and slip it back under the door. "My names j.d. What's yours" J.d. "Soul" I reply "how long have you been in there" he asked "8 years." "Im going to help you don't worry." he said in a sympathetic voice. He put his fingers under the crack of the door. I took them in my hand and whispered, "thank you." I cried then, I cried for the boy no the other side I cried for my mom, and I cried for me. We all had it so bad. "I have to go or he'll find me." J.d. Whispered I let go of his hand and went back down the stairs. I laid on the bed till my dad came home and j.d exchanged his and went back to the living room again I suspected. I stared at my cement walls, the wooden staircase, and the thin carpeted floor. My father came in, hit me to the ground and started to kick my side until I coughed up blood. Pain was an understatement at the moment. But I knew better then to make a sound. He threw my food at me and stormed up the stairs. Locking the door. This continued every night. Along with having o listen to jd getting beat by him mom too. We would talk every day. When no one was home of course. For example, I told him how I got in here, and he told me how his mom started to hit him and how she became an alcoholic and druggie. I cried for him, told him to be strong, told him not to give his mom the satisfaction of crying in front of her. I had learned his moms name was natiesha. About four weeks in of my fathers relation ship with natiesha, they started to fight. Saying things like he needed to spend more time with her and she needed to take care of her stupid kid. I was outraged at the thought of them calling jd stupid. If he was so stupid, how could he have found the hiding spot for the basements key? How he molded a replica? How he made a plane for us to escape this nasty life? That night, my father beat me harder then usual, and gave me less food too. I herd natiesha yelling louder at jd too, beating him harder as the thumps above me became more heavy. After eating the small amount of food, I tried to ignore the fact that me only living friend was getting beat able me and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, after dad left for work and natiesha went god knows where, to do who knows what, jd desired that we were gonna escape. I Quickly gave my self a sponge bath and washed my face. I dressed in my ripped clothes and grabbed the blanket and pillow. Just in case we needed it. I tapped on the old red door to tell him I was ready. He unlocked the door and there, staking in front of me was not a 10 or 11 year old, but a 13 or 14 year old. With his brown hair that was just short enough to brush his dark blue eyes. A strait nose, slim face, and was built very well. I wonder why he never fought back? I stared at my friend for a moment before I whispered, "JD?" I hadn't noticed at the the time, but he was staring at me too. "soul?" he asked. Tears filled my eyes as I nodded. I was free. Almost. He took me in his arms as I cried silently in his chest. After a moment we let go an I handed him my blanket an pillow. I took the time to look at him more as he led me through the hall and into the living room. He was wearing regular old jeans and yellow polo. Man was he gorgeous!!! I bet I poked like garbage compared to him. But then again, anyone could. In the living room, there where two backpacks. One was half-way full and the other was full. After puting my blanket and pillow in the half full one, he handed it to me. I took it and put it on. He took his and put it on too. "mine has food, soap, brush's, knife, fire starter, tent, pans...most of the things we need. Yours have pillows,blanket, extra cloths,and lots of jackets. I have a load of money I jacked from natiesha and John," he continued. He never called him mom, mom. It was always ma'am or natiesha. He thought she didn't deserve the pride of the word. "...nd the first thing were gonna do is get you some new clothes and clean you up. When we go out there, if you get scared, just stay close ok? I won't let you go." he said. I nodded. "we're off!" he said pointing forward and grabbing my hand and pulled me through the kitchen to the front door. I had stoped about two feet from the door. Jd looked at me with concern and hope in his eyes. "are you ready?" he whispered. I nodded. I took a huge breathe as he opened the door... to my freedom.

He took my hand reassuringly and we stepped out of the house. The first thing that hit me was the smell. The familiar smell of mettle and cars. Then the noise. Car horns, yelling, shops at work; even a construction sight. The front yard was an amazing sight. It looked exactly how it did when mom was alive. The lush green grass, the white daisies that lined the picket fence, the same hedged concrete path to guided us to the picket fences gate. I smiled as I remember when mommy used to play with me out here. Jd took me and led me down the steps, down the concrete path, and through the gate. I took another breathe, this was my home. I was saying by to my home. I looked down to see a rock beside my foot. I pick it up, and kiss it before throwing it in the yard. My dad would know what this means. I looked at jd who was looking at me. I smiled reassuringly an he smiled back. A sad smile, but his smile still made you want to melt inside. As we started to walk, my grip on JD hand got tighter, adrenaline was pumping through me and I was so nervous. What if father found me?what would happen then? Fear flooded through my body as I pictured what he would do to me. The scene of my mother on the floor leaking blood was the first thing I thought of. I must have been squeezing jds hand really hard because he grimaced at one point. I smiled apologetically and loosened my grip. But it was still tight. He squeezed my hand back and snacked his other arm around my waist to pull me closer as he guided me through the people.