Part 16
Stephanies Point of view
"Hannah darling can you get me the peas out of the freezer" The crazy woman asked me. She kept calling me Hannah, god knows why. I got the peas without saying a word and went to my supposed room. She was always talking about the past things we'd done together before "Daddy"... whoever thats suppose to be... ran away.
It had been over a week since she took me from school, blind folded me and drove me to this horrible little town. She had this crazy look in her eyes the whole time until she tied me up in a room i assume to be Hannahs, whoever Hannah was. She went to bed and when she came in she rambled about me always playing games and getting myself tied up so i couldnt get out. She started calling me Hannah, of course i argued and she went even more weird. Crying and yelling about not being proud of who i was and who my family was... Eventually i just started playing along.
"Who were you talking to earlier on Hannah?" She called as i was halfway down the hallway. I froze and for some reason i held my breath... perhaps i hoped she'd think i couldnt hear hera and was gone.
"Dont hide from me young lady... who were you talking to on the phone?"
"Umm... no-one... mother..." I had to swallow my breath everytime i called her that.
"Oh dont be silly, i heard you. Who was it."
I didnt know what to say... She seemed to be able to tell when i was lying, no matter how small the lie was.
"I was talking to... Randy"
"Hannah thats a horrible thing to do... you know Randy died when he was 3. Thats not a very nice thing to do. how cruel you can be sometimes... go away... I dont want to see you anymore today. Horrible child. Ill bring you some dinner later, you can stay in your room. GO!"
I ran to my room afraid she'd throw something at like she'd done previously when i mentioned my real family... I was singing a song Daddy wrote once and she made me was my mouth out with soap telling me that Daddy was a terrible man and deserved no fans or admirers... I closed myself up and lay on my bed wishing that i could sit on Daddies lap and sing quietly with him. I started Humming my favorite song that he wrote, the last song he did before he couldnt sing anymore and i cried myself to sleep, hoping that Randy would come and get me... Or hoping that id be alive when he did.
part 17