He was outside as he smoked and left me alone with my thoughts. I wondered when he would let me leave? I hated it here. I wished someone would listen to me. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but I felt mute. I wished someone would save me. I wished I could save myself. I always thought I was strong, but I was wrong. I'm not strong. I'm weak and helpless. The strength I thought I had was nothing but a lie. Hearing the door open, I braced myself. Maybe I would be lucky and he'd leave me be. I felt lips on mine and they're cold and slimy. Tasting like the cigarettes on him, I wanted to vomit. I just wanted this all to end.
"Can we go over the schedule?"
Hearing Will's voice, I'm brought back to the present.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I said can we go over the schedule?"
"Sure. Sorry about that. Let me pull it up real quick." I say as I look it up on my phone.
I go through the schedule with him.
