Once I got back home with the supplies, I headed straight to the basement. I stopped at the door nervously. I haven’t gone down here in years, not willing that is. I unlocked the door and headed down being face with another door. I unlocked it and headed back inside the dark basement. “This place was more like home then upstairs.” I snickered. I dug in my bag and pulled out a flashlight switching it on. Being in the basement for years and I barely ever saw how it looked with the lights on.

I began setting up my masterpiece. My family had to pay.. Terrible mother of mine, barely knew I was around till the baby came. Father abusive drunk who was never around. And my sister. Ha, I wouldn’t even call her my sister, how dare they bring that rat into this broken home. Pretending to be a happy family for her. This wasn’t a happy family and it would never be. We don’t even share the same mother.

Yup, that bastard child isn’t the biological daughter to my mother. She’s the daughter of my father's third mistress. A year ago father came home with her unexpectedly. His mistress was only 22 years old, 20 years younger than my father. She got pregnant and died giving birth, so father brought the child home since he was the only family she had. Mother didn’t show any signs of anger, she just took the child from father once he came home and has been taking care of her without even questioning him. I guess she believed that baby could bring the family together once again.

I nailed the chains to the wall then placed the rest of my materials around. I cleared father's old wood table off from the beer and stood on it making sure it was sturdy. I climbed back down and pulled the table to the center of the basement climbing back onto it with one of the supply bags. I took out a small nail with a hook attached to it and screwed it into the ceiling attaching a string and lightbulb. I pulled the string turning on the light to the basement. “Finally some damn light in this hell hole.”

After what seemed like forever of preparing, I was finally done. The basement was ready. All I needed now was my family. Getting them all down here would be a challenge but I knew I would figure it out quickly. I headed upstairs quickly and snuck into my sister's room slowly walking to her crib. I looked down at her with disgust as she stared at me happily with her big eyes. I reached down and slowly picked her up. “Stupid baby..” I mumbled sticking my tongue out at her. She began to cry as if she knew what was about to happen. I quickly covered her mouth. “If you wake them up, i’ll kill you now.” I growled and took her downstairs to the basement. I laid her down in a dark corner and wrapped her up in a old dirty blanket. “Now stay there and stay quiet.” I told her before running back upstairs.

I burst into my parents room pretending to cry. “Mother, father, Laura is trapped in the basement! She was crying so I took her down there so she wouldn’t wake you!” I knew my story made no sense but they were half asleep so they wouldn’t care if it didn’t make sense, their little angel needed their help and that’s all that mattered. They jumped up and got out of bed. Father was the first one out the door and downstairs with mother closely behind. I followed behind them and waited for them to get inside. “Where is she!? Laura! Laura baby where are you!” Father yelled. “Laura!” They continued only making me angier. “What about me!? I was gone for days two weeks ago and neither of you noticed!” I yelled and they just looked at me.

“Where is Laura, Lucas?” Mother asked. “Oh so you finally know my name?” I chuckled. “Fuck you.” I said and slammed the door in their face before locking in.

Step one, letting them starve.