Fighting Life

Chapter Forty Eight

She knew it had been nearing four weeks since they had moved. While the other place had been boarded up and she could not see the outside, this new place was very different. Although the way Hugo treated her was not any different to at the other place. Most of the time she was locked up in a room, on the second story. It too had a bathroom, but Tana hardly used it. She was too scared to, after that time in the shower, she had not been ok since. Every day she was living in a nightmare and there was no way for her to escape. She had tried the window once, and Hugo found her, he had beaten her to near death again for her trying to get away and she had not been able to get up from the bed for a whole week after.

All she could do, was stay locked up in the room, watching out the window as the sun came up and went down again. She was too weak, hardly about to move and function and Hugo was always angry at her. He was blaming her, because he said she was not looking after herself like he wanted her to. It was all her fault that she was sick and not recovering. The infection seemed to have been healing but now it was getting worse again. She was in a bad way.

"Tana my love." Hugo spoke, entering the room. "I have made some soup. I need you to eat this please. You need to regain some strength."
"Not... hungry." Tana whispered weakly.

She could hardly speak, hardly move. Tana was laying on the bed, eyes half closed, face pale and no energy to even do anything. In the past four weeks, she had given up hope. Any idea of anyone coming and finding her. The Doctor, he had tried, but from what Hugo had told her when she awoke in the new house, the Doctor was now dead and it would be a long time before anyone would figure out the connection. He thought he was smart and clever and Tana knew right now there was not a a single chance she was going to make it out alive. Hugo will keep her as long as he can, use her as long as he can, until her end came and then she would simply become nothing.

Flinching, she felt Hugo place a hand on her forehead. His hand was hot against her skin and she felt sick at the touch. In fact, she was sick, even though she had no energy left to do anything herself, her whole body reacted and without much of a warning aside from that feeling, Tana started vomiting. She felt Hugo shift her, so she was laying on her side, her head over the edge of the bed, coving the floor in a horrible acidic fluid. She heard him swear but she did not care, laying back on the bed, Tana felt even worse and her whole body was shaking.

"Fuck." Hugo swore again. "You are getting worse Tana!"
"Let... me... die." Tana pleased, tears slipping from her eyes.
"Not a chance my love." Hugo said. "I will go to a pharmacy. I will get some antibiotics, I will get something for your heart. I will get you come victims. Anything. Just so I do not loose you."
"You... lost me... the moment you became a monster." Tana told him.
"You will learn to love me sweetheart." Hugo told her. "We will have our family... I am so sorry I caused us to loose the child.... But I will make this right. I will make you healthy again, so then we can safely keep a baby."
"I don't...." Tana cried. "Want one... with a monster.... Like you."

Hugo moved at her, slapping Tana on the face once again, before letting out a angry growl of words and walked away from her. He had left the bowl of soup on the bedside as he stormed out of the room. He left her alone and the moment he was gone, Tana felt her chest heavy and she broken down further, crying and feeling like everything was being ripped out from her.

It had gotten like this, worse like this back at the other house, that was when it had happened. Hugo had forced Tana out of the room he kept her in. Washing her down, dressing her and then taking her to a dining room, sitting her down on a chair with a plate full of food before her. Hugo had sat down in a seat at the head of the table, she was on the side. He started eating, telling her to eat as well, telling her that this would be their daily routine they would going to have now. A meal together every night. It was the first time she showed any sense of humanity towards her, giving her something to wear, letting her out of the room.