Evenlyn's Story: The Cullen Years (Watty '11 3rd place)

Chapter 4, Complication

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Chapter 4, Complication

In the middle of the night I woke up because I started to throw up. I moaned. I felt so darn sick! I coughed. Oh damn it, this is so gross! I fell asleep again, but in the morning I woke up again, and threw up. My room smelled terrible. Oh YUK! I desperately needed a shower, but I still couldn't move. I heard my stomach growl. My arm tried to reach my stomach to somehow comfort it, but once again the ropes were in my way. I lifted up my head to look down. I was getting more skinny by the day now. Dad didn't feed me or anything. I sighed. Damn it! Damn it DAMN IT! Why me? Did I do something wrong to deserve this? Or was I just unlucky? Whatever it was, it was NOT nice! A drunk dad, a dead mom and nobody to help me! I looked at the clock. 6 am. Great. I felt sick. I moaned again. Ugh. I sucked in a sharp breath. It felt like someone was sticking a knife in it. Trying to clasp my stomach. Why on earth those damn ropes!?! It felt like someone was ripping my stomach apart. I screamed. Help me, God, HELP ME!!! What is going on? Where did this come from? As quick as the pain had come, it disappeared again. I coughed. I laid my head back down again. I heard footsteps. Oh God! Not again! Why so early? No no no! I didn't ask for this! I heard a key sliding into the lock. The lock turned. The door opened, and of course, there was my dad. He had his long knife in his hand. I screamed. Fearing what was coming. I tried to crawl backwards. Help me! Help, help, help! He slowly approached me. The knife glistering in the morning light. He sat on the edge of the bed. I screamed, trying to crawl to the other side of the bed.

"Sshh, I will not hurt ya! Keep still!" he boomed. Yeah, right. If I would trust him! After all he did to me, he is now asking me to trust him. His knife was coming closer to my face. I screamed, turning my head away.  The knife scraped up my left arm. My heart was beating so quick that I thought it would come out of my chest. He stuck his knife under the rope. So easily he could cut through my artery. I screamed once more. I heard a snap and was waiting for the pain. But nothing came. He had actually cut the rope. My arm was free! Finally!

"See? That didn't hurt too bad did it?" he said. I shook my head. He walked over to the end of the bed and cut free my feet. After that my last arm. I was exhausted. I laid on the bed, feeling dead. As last he ripped the tape from my mouth.

"Why?" My voice was rough, cracked and broken.

"Why? Because otherwise you're no fun anymore! You weren't fighting anymore! Then there's no more fun for me anymore!" Aha, so there was a reason! I knew it!

"Well, get ready! It's a school day!" he said and left. I touched my ankle, where the rope had been was now a dark red stripe. It was a sore spot. I touched my wrists, it was the same there. The must become scars. I would have to cover them up today. I forced myself to get up. I moaned in pain. My body was sore and painful. Then I realized I was naked and fled to the shower. The water was cold, but it allowed me to think. And that was all I needed. I had to think of something to say. Why I wasn't at school for a couple days... Once finished showering I walked into dad's room and grabbed one of his t-shirts, they were too big but dad had shredded mine... I thought of how to fix it. I went to my room and searched in it for a while to find something I could use. I saw an old belt, one of my moms. Tears were burning behind my eyes. Damn it,Eve! Dad's T-shirt was a plain white shirt. I cut it up a little and put the belt around it. To my surprise it actually looked quite good! With the scissors I had cut the top of it and had adjusted the hem. Now it was just above my knees. It fitted perfectly and I was quite pleased. I looked out of the window and to my relief I saw there was no more snow. Yes! I went downstairs. My dad was on the couch, drinking beer and watching TV as usual. He looked up at me.