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I took a white robe from off of the hook in my bedroom and hung it on a chair next to the Jacuzzi. There was a radio that sat on the chair, I turned it on, and Billie started to play. I then instantly took off my clothes and hopped straight in. My body was so sore and in so much pain from all of the training I went through earlier today.

A mirror hung above the jacuzzi from the ceiling where I could see myself clearly. I began looking at all of the tiny scars on my back from being whipped by Keith. I also had a few bruises from being slammed in the boxing ring by him too. It was obvious that Keith wasn't trying to purposely hurt me. He was only trying to toughen me up, make me stronger but that's not what it looks like from the outside looking in at all.

I took my hair out to let my curls breath. The bubbles in the Jacuzzi continued to rise while the hot waves tickled my skin. I started to soak my hair in the water and it felt so good. The more it felt good to me, the deeper I went under the water to soak it. I was hesitant at first, the last time I went under water I almost didn't make it back out... but like Pete said, I couldn't live in fear. I couldn't be afraid.

I looked around the room and cleared some of the bubbles before holding my breath and going under. I watched as the once clear room faded away from me the further I went in.

The bubbles grew over my face and the water, clouding my underwater view. I sat there for a while, listening to the sound of the Jacuzzi pushing the water out of the jets. I couldn't help but to compare it to the sounds in the defibrillator. The sounds were so similar that it started making me feel crazy. Like the sounds weren't similar at all.

I could feel the nightmares creeping up on me. It was like my mind itself was glitching, I began imagining myself screaming and drowning. Scratching my face like a mad woman. I could see myself dying. I began having visions, visions of myself back in Hawaii, playing in the water. Flashes of memories were flying through my mind of everything and everyone like snippets from a movie. Was my life flashing before my eyes?

I tried to get out of the Jacuzzi, but I couldn't, I was stuck. I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders like somebody was holding me down. I began reaching my hands in the air for support but I couldn't feel anything. I had nothing to grab on to. Then suddenly, a dark figure of a man was standing over me above the water, he was the one holding me down. He was drowning me, trying to kill me.

I began clawing his hands, punching his arms and biting his fingers. I kept fighting to get him off. I fought and fought and fought but nothing happened. Until... I stopped fighting him, I let him go and somebody reached in and pulled me out from the Jacuzzi. Speedo.

"Are you okay?" He yelled as he pulled me up from the water. Thank the heavens the bubbles were covering my chest because if not, he would have seen it all.

I was coughing and reaching for a towel so that I could dry my face. Speedo, realizing that I was completely naked under the bubbles, ran over quickly to grab the robe from the rack. He looked away as he handed it to me to cover up once I got out, and so I did. I put on the robe and quickly took a towel to dry my face.

"Amilia what happened?" He questioned.

"I was just in the Jacuzzi and then as soon as I knew it, I couldn't get out. It was like someone was holding me down..."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "Are you saying that somebody's in here?"

It was obvious that no one was in the room but me and Speedo. Because if there was then Speedo would have found him on his way inside. I wanted to let him know exactly what I saw but the last thing I wanted to tell him was that I was having crazy visions again. I just hated the fact that everyone looked at me like I was crazy. Even though it seemed real, it felt real, I really saw what looked like a man standing over me. I was fighting him, I couldn't get up... but it just wasn't real. It was all in my head. It was time for me to realize that I needed help and I needed to get it fast before I killed myself.

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