Page 33 of Doxed

My head throbs and my extremities tingle as my consciousness slowly creeps forward and my peaceful sleep slips away. At first I think I'm going to wake up in my bed at Miles’ house, but as sensation comes back to me and I realize I'm laying on cold concrete, I remember what led me here.

My heart squeezes as the memories of Miles betraying me fill my sensitive head, making it hurt worse.

How all these years later am I paying for my deceased, disowned father’s sins?

My heart aches for Miles and what he had to live through because of my father.

But I am not my father. I will not compare our lives though, although I also lost my father.

Mine was by choice. And I will not defend my father.

What he did was selfish and unforgivable, and I'm sure better people could forgive someone for doing what he did, but I can't.

My heart breaks. I liked Miles, and half of the time, I enjoyed spending time with him. But it was all a lie, a ruse.

No wonder he was always so short with me; he hates me.

I have to use my hands to push myself into a sitting position. The concrete is chilly and rough under my palms. There are dark gouges in the stone, blood scratch marks.

I swallow roughly and lift my head. It’s dark wherever I am, and I'm in a large cage. Thick metal bars surround me on three sides, with the back being a concrete wall. Whimpers, cries, and whispers fill the large room and I look beside me.

At least I'm not alone. There are cages on both sides of me and they continue on, probably three on each side. Most cells have two or three girls in them, but I'm alone in mine, and I can't decide if that's better or worse.

The cage is bare except for a bucket at the back that I'm sure it's safe to assume that's my bathroom.

I want to vomit and scream, but I settle for crying silently as I bring my legs to my chest and wrap my arms around them. It’s cold here and I’m scared.