Nameless

Chapter 14- My Guardian Angel

                He holds a tray of food in one hand, and a bundle of ropes in the other. I back up until my neck presses against the cold bar of the cot. His eyes are begging for my forgiveness. And suddenly, I know why I’m here.

                I refused Jason, and in the same day my mother finds me and kidnaps me. What are the odds?

He approaches me like one would draw near an angry snake. “I’m so sorry, Arin. She said she wouldn’t hurt you…She said she would just show you how much you really love me. But now…Neither of us can leave.” His eyes shine with tears as he effortlessly lifts me into the chair. I struggle, but his grip is like iron. He swiftly ties my ankles, wrists, and waist to the chair.

                He doesn’t meet my eyes at all. He then proceeds to feed me. This is degrading. This is awful. He lifts a cold chicken leg to my lips. I think about refusing it, but then I realize I need all the strength I need if I wanna break out of here, especially under my circumstances.  I sink my teeth in, looking at him with unforgiving eyes.

                Once I finish, he offers a cup of what looks like red Kool-Aid. I take a few sips, and notice a strange flavor. Dammit.

                My head slumps to my chest as the drugs take place.

~*~

Once I wake up, I’m lying on the cot. My arms are tied above me, and my legs hanging over the edge, so I’m straddling the cot while I lie down. I come to the conclusion that I’m naked, but with a blanket tucked in around me. Mariette stands in the door. “Ah, darling, you’re awake,” She coos. “Jason, come here, dear. I want her pregnant by dawn.”

“Wait, what?!” I exclaim. Jason walks in, wearing only a pair of shorts. Mother smiles. “Have fun, kids.” She walks out and shuts the door, the lock clicking with a conclusiveness that damned me.

                “Jason, please don’t do this.” I beg. He looks at me. “I always dreamed I would be the one to take your virginity…But not this way.”

“Well, you’re too damn late.” I hiss. He looks at me with surprise. “It’s no matter… I have to or she’ll kill me.” He removes his shorts, and carefully removes my blanket. I’m so exposed.

I close my eyes and think of Martin.

~*~

Before he leaves, he removes my bonds and points out the clothes in the metal box. I pick out the single outfit, which is a black, oversized shirt and shorts that slide off my thin hips. I crawl to the empty corner and softly cry.

But I take comfort from the fact that the baby I give birth to won’t be Jason’s. I rub my slightly swollen stomach and hope the sleep aides they used on me won’t affect my child.

~*~

I’ve been here for a few months now…

I’m in hell. Every day is the same; I wake up, eat breakfast, which is lukewarm, grey oatmeal. I sit for hours until Mariette come in to check on the baby, with the knowledge she earned from her years as a nurse for pregnant mothers, before Daddy died. She hasn’t put two and two together yet that I’m advanced three weeks. Then she pushes lunch through the dog door, which is usually chicken or Hamburger Helper.  Then I sit for longer until she comes in again. She kicks me around some more, but nothing too serious—she doesn’t want to hurt the baby. I sit in the corner after she leaves, and wait for my supper, which are leftovers from her meal. Then I sleep in the corner. I refuse to use the cot.

                She has no longer allowed Jason to see me. Even though I hate him and his weak spirit, it gave me hope to see someone other than my mother.