13 Years Freely a Slave

The first time I walked into the back part of the white house I was in just as much shock as when I saw the trailer. I could not see the entire house because Daniel took me in through the back door so that I could do what I was there for, nothing more, nothing less. What I did see, was a kitchen that was falling apart. Most of the cabinets did not have doors anymore. There was rust everywhere. The floor had tile in some places, other places there was nothing. The stove I found out had to be lit with matches each time anyone had to use it, and I had to use it every time I bathed. There was no hot water in the white house, so I had to heat water in pots on the stove then take it to the bath at least three times to at least get enough to have a decent bath. And I wasn't allowed a very long time. There were mice who would come scattering out from different places. But I embraced the few minutes I had outside the trailer.
I had nothing to occupy my time in the trailer. Daniel would leave for a couple of days at a time. I never knew when he would be coming back, or if he would. And no one would have known where I was. As the days passed, so did my desire for life. My hopes. My wishes, my wants and needs. I was quickly losing who I was. He would come back at times with panties and bras that he forced me to put on. Some were too small, others were too big, but he seemed to never notice. It made me sick to wear the stuff, to see the desire in his face when he looked at me, and more so to wonder where he got these items from. And it happened so often. The man that I had once admired began raping me nightly.
Remember the tall closet I mentioned in the beginning that had a lock on it? Well, because I had nothing to occupy my time with I started messing with the lock and because it was an old one it came off. To this day I wish it had never came off. Inside were pictures, lingerie, panties and bras of a woman and man whom I would find out later to be his aunt and uncle. He would also tell me, either to scare me or brag, I would never know, that he would go to their place and peek through the windows to watch them and take pictures. I was living with a monster and I had no idea how to escape or where to escape to.
The days he was gone became longer and longer. There was no bathroom in the trailer. Most days I had nothing to eat or drink so going to the bathroom was not a problem. Well as the time went on I began to have to go to the bathroom a lot more and didn't know what I could do. I got my beloved Kris Mutt stuffed animal, and he became what would capture all the moisture from my urine. And when I had to, I would use a shirt to use for a bowel and wrap it really good, lift the benches and place them as far under as I could. Thank goodness that didn't happen very often.
After about what seemed like forever but was probably about 4 or 5 months of being in the trailer, Daniel came in very angry. He told me no matter what happened to stay inside. I became excited and scared. This meant he was not going to lock the door! Well he stormed out and within a few minutes I heard a lot of commotion outside the door. Someone was fighting! I was terrified now! I am not sure how long it lasted, but awhile later, one of the older girls came to the door, opened it and told me to come out. She was so nice, but I was so scared. I knew what could happen if I disobeyed Daniel. She told me not to worry, the she would talk with Daniel. I went to the back porch with her and sat down. She said it was time I knew the truth. I had no idea what she was talking about. I said okay, and just sat there afraid to say anything because I had no idea who she even was. I was just looking around for Daniel and expecting him to grab me and yank me back in the trailer. Until she said the next words, then she had my full attention. She told me that Daniel was her brother. That he had no family in California, that his roommate was his brother. That all of them were his family! She said he had always been ashamed of them and his life, so he would make up stories. That he had been lying to me. And even worse, that the ones fighting outside the trailer were Daniel, his brother (aka*roommate), and his father. That they fight all the time, only this time a rifle was involved. I am sitting there dumbfounded. Not only have I been living a nightmare, but I have been living it with someone I didn't even know! She apologized, and said she knew Daniel would be mad at her but that they felt I needed to know the truth. What in the world had I gotten myself into, and would I ever be able to get out?