Penitence (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eight

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Anywayyy here is Chapter 8 in Nina's POV.

The sunlight coming through the window and the smell of breakfast wakes me up from my slumber. Memories of what happened last night dance in my head. Just thinking about the things Trent is capable of makes me shudder.

"Goodmorning beautiful." Trent says walking into the room.

My eyes roam over his bare chest and then drop down to the waistband of his boxers.

"G-goodmorning. " I say blushing.

His eyes darken slightly at the sight of my bare thigh peeking from under the covers.

"I didn't know you could cook." I say trying to get his mind out of the gutter.

"My uncle started teaching me when I was ten. Mom is a horrible cook and there is no way I would've survived if I didn't know how to." He laughs and hands me a plate of food.

On the plate is a ham and cheese omelet and a cup of fresh fruit. I take a bite of the omelet and let out a small moan.

"This is delicious Trent." I state.

"Thank you." He mumbles blushing slightly.

"Seriously,  your uncle taught you well." I say.

A proud look crosses his face.

Yesterday,  Trent told me that Mr. Costanzo is his uncle. I already know that he is going to call later and try to get information out of me.

I finish up my food and check my phone for any new messages.

"What do you want to do today." Trent asks while flipping through the channels on the television.

"You are going to work and I am going to a job interview." I state.

"Come on Nina, I can miss a day of work." He whines.

"No. You are going and I have to go home and change clothes." I say getting out of the bed.

Instantly, I miss the feeling of the soft sheets wrapped around my body.

After putting on my clothes from yesterday, I give Trent a kiss on the cheek and walk to my car.

I can tell that Trent is upset about me going back to Anderson's house. To be honest,  I am a little scared. What if Anderson is there? What if he hits me again?

No Nina. He's your boyfriend.  He loves you. Why are you afraid of him?

These voices invade my mind and soon, more thoughts arise.

I have to break up with him. There is no other option. I can't continue to let him beat me senseless. I can be strong and independent.

I pull up to our place and just stare at it. This isn't even my house. When I break up with him,  I'm homeless. The thought of being thrown out on the street with no place to live frightens me.

Be strong Nina. He isn't worth your time or pain.

I listen to these voices speaking to me and enter the house with confidence.

My confidence diminishes as soon as I open the front door. Slowly, I peek into the hall just to make sure Anderson doesn't have the opportunity to sneak up on me.

I walk cautiously down the hall until I come by the opening in the wall that leads to the kitchen. I don't hear any noise so I take a quick glance in there and see that it is vacant.

My next stop is the living room.  There isn't much room to sneak into it, but Anderson isn't even in there. A sigh of relief leaves my mouth.

I pass by the bathroom and it is empty as well. My last stop is the bedroom. The same bedroom my sister probably had her.... nevermind. Now isn't the time to get mad all over again.

I glance inside at the beige curtains and the bed Anderson and I spent many nights on. Memories come flooding back. I can scream and shout and cry all I want just because Anderson isn't here, but I won't.  I refuse to look weak whether I'm in front of him or on another continent.

Heading towards the closet, I lay out a simple black dress and heels (a/n multimedia) for the job interview that I have today.

I make sure that the water is at the temperature I like and hop in. Outside of the shower Pandora starts to play softly on my phone. Lauryn Hill's Doo Wop comes on and I immediately start to sing.

My singing gets louder until I block out everything wrong in my life. That's the thing about music. It absorbs your pain like a trash can. You're going to have to take the trash out one day, but it gets rid of unwanted things fast and easy for a short amount of time.

The only thing I notice is the song and how good the water feels trickling down my back. Im so engaged in the lyrics that I don't notice that the shower curtain is pulled back and Anderson is staring at me with rage in his eyes.

"Can you please move so that I can continue my shower?" I ask more confidence than I thought I would.

To my surprise, Anderson leaves without starting an argument.

I close the shower curtain and shun Anderson from my mind. There is no way I'm letting him ruin my day.

I exit the shower quickly and dry off. Wrapping the towel around my body with extra care, I walk to the bedroom.

Anderson is sitting on the bed with his head in his hand. His sniffles confirm that he is crying.

Probably fake crying.

My deodorant and perfume is applied next.

By now Anderson should know that I'm in the room, but he still hasn't turned around. Is he looking for me to give him affection? That's not happening!

"Where were you last night?" He asks breaking the silence.

"I'm not your property, so why should I tell you where I've been." I say calmly.

"Because I'm your boyfriend." He says in a desperate voice.

"You're my boyfriend?  What kind of boyfriend drags his girl on the cement. What kind of man cheats on his girlfriend with her sister?" I yell.

I told myself that I wouldn't look weak in fron of him, but the tears won't stop flowing.

Instead of waiting for Anderson's reply, I slip on my dress and heels.  After collecting more clothes for the rest of this week, I walk out of the room.

One thing I can't stand is a lying man. Anderson hasn't even apologized yet. He isn't even trying to stop me from walking out.

Opening the door, I get out my keys. I look back at the house and see Anderson with his forehead pressed against the window.  A smirk appears on his face and it makes me nervous.

He nods his head and before I can speak a blind fold comes over my eyes. My first instinct is to fight back, but then I think about how dumb that will be. It's two against one. I'll never win.

I can hear the car doors being shut and a couple of cuss words coming from Anderson's mouth.

My curiosity gets the better of me and I start poking he/she in the arm. At first the person doesn't say anything. Finally she gets upset and and yells,"What do you want."

My mouth hangs open. She's the one trying to kidnap me?

They pop the trunk and my worse nightmare comes true. After stuffing me in there and closing the trunk, they pull away from the house.

My mind is still reeling from hearing her voice. I guess you really can't trust anyone....

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