His Brother's Obsession

Chapter 20: Escape Plan A

It's been about a month since it happened. I couldn't get the feeling of him on me, OFF! I couldn't scrub hard enough. Even if I used the whole bottle of soap I couldn't wipe away the embarrassment and let it flow down the drain along with the soap suds. His breath in my ear as he would thrust deeper and deeper. The smell of his cologne that didn't seem to cover the smell of steak coming from his heavy breathing lips. He kept kissing me like I was supposed to kiss him back. I can't even swallow my own spit without the taste of his saliva mixing in with my own. I shudder at the thought once again as the terrorizing memories keep returning. I felt so light like I was a cloud of smoke but trapped inside a box with no holes. 

I am snatched from the haunting memories as I hear the keys jangle. Then the dead bolt slide and click...like clock work. I don't look at him if he's in the room. I just sit there and stare at the floor. I CAN'T look at him. It just keeps running through my head like a traumatic car accident except I didn't die. So I get to keep reliving that moment over and over. He took my innocence away from me. I can't even give that to my fiance when he comes home from Europe. I don't know how I am going to tell him what his brother has done to me. Will I get a chance to tell him anything at all? I hate how he comes down here and tries to have conversation with me like nothing happened. I wish I could go back to the night he took me and just stab the shit out of him.

"You didn't eat....again." He says this every single day. And I don't respond every single day. He has been bringing food down in the morning, at noon, and the evening. I have not been able to eat anything or much at all the past few days. I sit there and stare at the floor hoping he would just leave me down here and never come back. I hate seeing his face especially after what he did to me. And as if he could hear my thoughts, he grabbed the uneaten food and ascended the steps. He didn't return anymore that day. 

The next morning I was forced out of my sleep with the urge to vomit. Breathing heavily and leaning over the side of the bed my mouth watered in preparation to expel whatever it was that was making me sick. I gagged for a couple seconds then finally threw up small chunks of bread and mostly water. I didn't try to hold it down so it would be over sooner. Letting it all out at once is better than trying to prevent it from coming out. My eyes watered at how hard I was dry heaving but it was over sooner than I thought. The sickness was so sudden I thought maybe I was getting sick. Homesick maybe...missing Justin and hoping he'd be back soon to save me from this nightmare. I just sat there catching my breath as I heard him basically running to the basement. That's the first time I'm saying that. I'm in his basement where no one will find me. He could kill me and my body would rot until there was nothing but bones left. I didn't know where I was so it's not like I could have called the police and told them where to locate me. James quickly came over to me and took the shackles off. He had a rag with him and ran it under the sink water to clean me up. I sat on the toilet waiting until he was done cleaning my puke from the floor. I had a bit of vomit on my gown so I was hoping to be able to shower and get myself clean. But I doubt he would let me do that. Thinking of the night when he assaulted me I remember the chopsticks I had. I broke them in half and sharpened them by scraping them across the concrete floor. I tested how sharp they were by punchering my own stomach. I knew he wouldn't be able to tell since I wore dark gowns to bed and it just absorbed into the dark fabric. 

"Why are you vomiting? Do you have the stomach flu? Do you puke often?" He asks without turning to me.

"No. I have no idea why I was puking. It was very sudden and unexpected." I watched as he removed the sheets and pillow case that was soaked with regurgitated water and bread chunks. I'm glad I put the chopsticks underneath the mattress. 

"Come here." I did as he said not wanting to awaken the monster inside of him. He put his palm to my forehead checking for feverish symptoms. After a couple seconds he removed his hand and pushed me slightly so that I would fall back onto the inflatable bed. I shifted my weight and started to scoot closer to the wall when I noticed him moving toward me again. I lifted my hand to put space in between us. "I'm just taking your gown to clean. I will bring you some towels and clothes to wear after you bathe." I sat there and let him slide the dress over my head removing it from my body. Surprised by the slight chill in the room, goosebumps appeared on my arms making the hair on my body stand up. I hate when he touches me, absolutely hate it. He goes to shackle my ankle so that when he leaves the room I can't leave too. As soon as he leaves I go to grab the chopsticks and I lay one underneath the pillow and one underneath my free leg. My heart is racing as I don't really know the next steps after I've made it out of the basement. Where would I go after I get outside? Does he have neighbors? Does he leave his car keys in plain sight and will I be quick enough to be able to get out?