Cloe POV
I was no longer floating; the voices were gone, and in their place was this sound of a beeping that strummed a constant beat that echoed in my ear. It felt in tune with me.
Whatever it was, the noisy thing was close by.
Dad will have a fit if he hears it; he hates it when we make too much noise, or should I say when I make too much noise. Have had a few beatings for making a noise. Even when I was not the one causing it.
My eyes refused to open, I struggled to open them, and I felt trapped, really stuck, worse than any other time I had been restrained by Dad in the past, had I been beaten, and my eyes were swollen shut.
I couldn't move, like not even my fingers or toes, how was that possible?
No! This wasn't from a beating.
Dad must have tied me up again, and I am in the
