Unexpected

Chapter 1

He wished he could take it back. 

The same nightmare haunted him for years. She was half naked with only her sports bra and underwear showing, her tears were like rivers pouring down the sides of her face. He heard her scream when they grabbed her and dragged down into the basement, she was thrown onto the bed, her ankles and wrists being tied to the bedpost. 

He saw them taking out a liter of vodka, he couldn't really tell who was who since they were all wearing black masks. She cried harder until one of them stood over her.

"Open your mouth," they said. She pressed her lips together and shook her head. He pinched her nose, she tried to keep her breath but she was on the verge of passing out, she took in a huge breath of air and felt the bottle top being shoved onto her lips, she could feel the tangy and sour taste of the liquid being poured down her throat.

He just stood there watching. He could've knocked him off of her, untied her restraints and taken her back home but no, he only stood there. He noticed one them recording and taking photos. He had no emotions in his heart. Nor did he think to ask why they were doing this.

She cried harder, suddenly they untied her arms and legs and flipped her roughly onto her stomach. They had her pinned down, the guy that forced her to drink the vodka then came out with a metal pole and started beating her from behind. She screamed and cried with every blow to her spine, she could feel her rib cage slowly breaking away. It felt like her muscles were becoming jelly.

Why didn't he stop them? Why didn't he do anything? He let them hurt her.

All he could do was look at their shadows moving as they continued to beat her. They threw the bat to the side and threw her to the side making her hit the cold stone floor. She lay their motionless, she couldn't feel any part of her body. She wished that this was all just a horrible dream, a dream where she would wake up right now and find herself under her gray covers with the blue curtains covering the old creaky window that would let in the tiniest bit of cold air through causing goosebumps to appear on her arms.

If this was a dream she wouldn't be in this much pain, they had turned her over to check if she was still alive. She was. She couldn't really hear what they were mumbling, but she could see a small knife being drawn, she was too buzzed to even scream, she felt a sting hitting her arm and wrist area. They were carving something but her vision was too blurry to see anything. They held up her wrist and showed the mark.

"This mark will remind of what we do to sluts like you," a deep voice said.

She stared at the blood dripping from her arm, a single tear fell from her eye. 

"I think she's had enough,"  a buzzy voice said. "You got 'em?"

"Right here. She'll be known as a pig and a whore for the rest of her life." When she heard them carry on with their conversations she looked over at him and she knew which one was him behind the mask. She showed no emotion, he could see small tears slowly dripping down her cheeks. She looked away from him. That's what hit him hard in his chest. 

He shot up from bed, his body covered in sweat from head to toe. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing, his chest wall felt like it was being torn apart. He wanted to just sink into the mattress and just suffocate himself until he thought that he could be forgiven. But how can an act of something so cruel and vicious be forgivable?

"Shit," he whispered. He dropped onto the pillows throwing his hands over his face making him feel like he should just hide away from the world. Every morning always started out like this. In his neighborhood everyone knew him as "the Lonely kid." He never had anyone over at his house, he never went to visit anyone, he never kept in contact with his parents not after what he had done, he never celebrated anything not even his own birthday, he rarely ever came outside, folks would only see him come out for groceries, mail, or anything else that was important to get.