Les Éleveurs de L'enfer Masqués

Chapitre Deux: The Call

 ** Warning**

Chapter may be triggering for some readers. 

This chapter contains: Blood, anxiety attack, verbal harassment, and violence.

Read at your own risk

                  I was scared to pick it up because I didn't know what to expect when it came to people calling me. I slowly walked toward my phone, hoping that I wouldn't be yelled or cursed at by anyone. I know everyone has their issues, and this was one of mine. I reminded myself that there were people still in my room, and I knew better than to let them hear the conversation. I frantically told them to leave, and as much as I was terrified for them to stay, I managed to ask in a nice manner as I was putting my hair up into a bun. Jay, being the stubborn and suspicious person that he is, decided to say, "Why do you want us to leave so that you can answer your phone so badly?" I didn't want to tell him the truth so I told him with a slightly anxious tone, "I understand that this looks questionable, and I may allow myself to answer your questions one day. Until then, please just leave and close the door and believe me when I tell you that I'm doing this to keep everyone out from getting involved with my life outside of this group. I understand that may be a challenge for you since you hardly know me, but right now, I need you to trust me." I guess he caught on to the fact that I had a panic like tone in my voice because after I said that, he left without saying another word. I looked around the room for listening devices and cameras before answering. I then realized that all three of them were outside of my door, and it was at that moment, I never felt more scared to answer a call. I plugged in my earbuds and answered the call. I quickly put myself on mute and headed to the bathroom and made sure that they couldn't hear what was going on. The fact that they were outside of my door didn't make me feel any better. I'm not used to being around people when my phone rings, especially when this person calls. Throughout the call, I tried my best not to pay attention to what was going on. I'm not one to let people's words get to me, but this one person always knows what to say to make me feel weak. During the call I could hear nothing but feel the words stab me and leave me covered in shame. This isn't my first time and it sure as hell won't be the last. When the person was finally done with letting out their anger, they said in an angry tone, "T'es une sale petite salope. Pas étonnant qu'ils ne veuillent pas te garder." and hung up. I had to take sometime after the call to collect myself then ask Jay where the first aid kit was. After he showed me, he was about to speak but I took the kit and went back to the room before he could get a word in. I tried my best to keep my composure, but there wasn't a place that would make me feel safe. Tyran and Dusk tried talking to me, but I wouldn't pay attention. No one knows about my issues, and that makes me feel safe in a way. Probably because I know that no one could get hurt from what they don't know or the fact that I like to keep everything to myself because after all, this was my own battle.

                 When dinner time came, I didn't eat anything like I usually would at times like this. I know I have people that I could go to, but I've been through this before and I've gotten out of it just fine all on my own. I remembered Dusk can read people quite well, so the time everyone was at dinner, he watched me as he tried to figure out what happened. I quickly caught on that he was trying to read me, I readjusted my attitude and started to act how I would usually back when I first got into this mess. When we were at the gym, I was told that I had sparring practice and that I would be sparring Jay in the ring. As soon as I got in the ring, all I could think about was what that person said. The bell rang, and Jay threw the first punch. I was already pissed, but I knew how to channel it so that I could be rational with my decisions. Jay then threw two more punches, and then I decided to fight back. I'm not one to be violent or use violence as a way to release anger, and to be honest, I'm kinda glad it didn't show. When I got out of my head, I looked down to see Jay close to being knocked out. I told him how sorry I am, and all he asked was, "Who the fuck taught you how to fight like that?". I ended up leaving the ring without saying a word because of how bad I felt. Jay ended up following me back to the house lab, and when he found me, I was on the bed knocked out with blood all over my body.