I close my eyes and stay very still, but Nix remains where he is. Jesus, what is he thinking? He’s not going to…

He leans down, and I flinch, squeezing my eyes more tightly shut, unable to suppress a whimper. I turn my face toward the pillow so he can’t kiss me, but he doesn’t try. “He doesn’t have a key,” he whispers before straightening up, and a moment later, the sound of the door locking tells me he’s gone. I’m alone.

At least I don’t have to fight back the tears anymore.

CHAPTER 24

I’m trapped. No matter how I look at this, no matter how many different angles I try to approach it from, I’m trapped. There’s no other word for it.

I can’t get away on foot, that’s for sure. They won’t even let me out of this room unless they want to, and I doubt I’ll be left alone at any point. Now we all have a secret we share, and they’re going to want to make sure I don’t tell the wrong person. I can’t tell anybody. All I have ahead of me is a string of days behind a locked door, being used, being hurt.

How am I supposed to accept that?

What’s the alternative? I know it will only get worse if I try to fight back. I can’t do this on my own. I can’t get away on my own.

And who would help me if I asked for it? Not Mom, I know that much. She would never believe me, even if she gave me the chance to tell her what’s happening, which I doubt she would do in the first place. She wouldn’t want anything to disturb her perfect little life that she finally managed to score for herself. I would only ruin things, which would make her hate me even more. I’m not going to kid myself into thinking she would be on my side.

It’s close to dawn when an idea forms in my head. It’s my only shot. There’s only one other person in the world who gives a damn about me. And even then, my grandmother is hardly more interested in me than Mom, but at least she doesn’t actively dismiss or ignore my problems. She’s all I have to rely on. She’s my only shot here.

Waiting until morning is torture, but I don’t want to call her in the middle of the night and freak her out even worse than I’m sure I already will. As much as I hate waiting, it gives me time to think about exactly what I want to say. I need to make her believe me. I need to drive home the point that she needs to come and get me immediately. Because this will only get worse.