Trapped

Monday morning.

I dreaded it. It was actually a given Norm for anyone to hate Monday's, but now, I dreaded it.

The entire weekend was my chance to get away from school. From him.

I spent the entirety of the two days locked in my room, watching an endless supply of vampire diaries and online shopping. If anyone were to walk in to my room they'd think I had been through a terrible break up with all the amount of junk food I had lying around, specially ice cream.

It was my way of forgetting the events that occurred on Friday yet somehow it remained at the back of my mind.

I literally checked my balcony door 10 times each night, making sure it was locked just because I was afraid Jason would actually send people to hurt me or do whatever else he said they'd do which I prefer to forget about.

I was that scared.

My parents tried a lot to call me downstairs and to spend a little time with them on Sunday as it was my moms day of and my dad had a night shift so he would be home all day. Howeve