Laura's dream family is turning into a bit of a nightmare, and with all the powers of a completely normal girl of barely five feet height she might need a little help extricating herself.
The house was very, very quiet when Laura finally slid her phone out from where she'd had it tucked into her sleeve, covers pulled up over her head to hide the light from the screen as she thumbed it awake. She paused, waiting for a reaction, but despite the empty bedroom doorway that removed any illusion of privacy she might have had she couldn't hear any movement. No way to know how long that would last though, and she didn't even bother wasting time to check how many messages she might have received since her 'mother' had taken the phone two days ago before she opened a window for a new network post.
No need to go over everything that had happened, how it had all started out sort of cozy and protective before their attentions got more and more oppressive. Instead she just outlined the situation as it was right now, hesitating a little before including her fears for the outcome if she tried to take them on head-on. She didn't want to say that she wasn't sure she could beat them at all; the knowledge burned sickly inside her, making her feel even weaker than the loss of her abilities did. If she was honest, she wasn't even sure whether it was really the risk of killing them that held her back and not the risk of losing - at least this way she could tell herself that she could leave by herself if she really had to, if there wasn't anyone who could help her, but if she tried it and failed she'd be as trapped as she had been at the Facility. It was a thought that squeezed at her heart and lungs so that she had to breathe shallowly to get enough air. Even earlier in the night, when she'd attempted to sneak for the front door and been surprised by her parents still sitting there on the couch, she'd allowed her father to hustle her back to her room without resistance.
That had been when they took the door. It had also been when she took her phone from his pocket, though, so she was counting it as a win regardless. In retrospect, she wasn't sure how she'd planned to navigate an unknown city without her sense of hearing or smell and not even a device she could bring up a map on or use to contact anyone.
On which note, she hit send then and stared at the screen as it loaded confirmation that her post had been added to the network. She resisted the urge to refresh immediately; it was closer to morning than evening, but still far too early for most people to be up. She was going to have to wait, and hope that her parents didn't realise the phone was missing before someone saw her post.