#Chapter 32: She’s a fighter

Fiona Next thing I knew, I was lying flat on the bed in the downstairs guest room of my parents’ house. It was dark in the room, but light spilled in from the open door to the brightly lit hallway. My father stood in the doorway, his large frame silhouetted against the yellow light, speaking quietly with the man who had held my head underwater. Trying to remember whether they had drugged me again or if I’d simply blacked out in the bathroom, I kept my body still and my breathing even, so they would keep thinking I was unconscious. “Return her to him tonight, so he won’t become suspicious. And be careful not to be seen.” My father didn’t realize that I could hear every word he was saying. “I’ll get her to comply, one way or another.” The other man grunted quietly. “Seems pretty strong, that one,” he said in a low whisper. “A fighter.” Father said nothing in response to that. He began to turn around, so I clamped my eyes shut tight. I heard slow footsteps coming towa