Uncaged

Lockstep

Apologizes It's been so long. The doctors gave me bad news and I seriously considered deleting this story. I know that if I wasn't so ill I could write something halfway decent but life has other plans I guess... If it weren't for my followers and your votes and words of encouragement I would have scrapped this story a long time ago. Hope you like this chapter. Thank You for all the love. 

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"What's wrong with you now?"

I watch as a smaller more fragile me curls herself into a ball, arms wrapped around my stomach, trying to make myself as small as possible. The room is as cold and damp and sterile as ever. I cringe, backing into the wall and recoiling.

His hand brushes down her back and I shuffle deeper into the corner, grimacing. I watch myself crawl away from his touch and he heaves a low sigh, removing his too-warm hand from my-her bare skin.

"Please." My lip trembles and my body shakes as my younger self struggles to remember how to say it in English. "I want momma."

"You're mother's gone. I'm here now."

My hand smacks against my mouth barely muffling a horrified sob. I can't do this. I can't remember this, I don't want to remember. I was glad to forget it in the first place.

Younger me trembles, desperately trying to rub at her bruised lower belly as she shakes with silent tears.

"You can't keep the little one. I'm sorry but those are the rules here. I'm the only one that can really have."

He shakes his head and curls an arm around her waist dragging her across the mattress and pressing her snuggly against his curved naked form. My trembling knees lock to keep from collapsing. I swear I can feel his scratchy nestle of public hair tickling my tailbone. She wails, broken and helpless and He shushes her in a visage of comforting but is really only suffocating in its' most brutal fashion, meant only to silence, not soothe.

Younger me swallows her sobs the best she can, body quacking and face pinched with emotion and so does mine.

He leans over the bed and shakes a small white pill from a glass amber bottle. "Don't worry flower, this will take care of it. Everything will be back to normal before you know it," he mutters as he slips the round red pill into my downturned mouth before pressing his cracked lips to her ear and whispering something I can't catch.

"Stop!" I scream, my voice cracking and hoarse.

They can't hear me but I can't stop screaming it, louder and louder each time.

Stop!

STOP.

STOP!

His hand slithers down her- my sternum, sliding to her navel where his big hand flattens and bares down with all his might.

She moans, her eyes rolling back into the whites. Her hands scramble to weakly claw at his smothering hand. He scowls, shaking his head and increasing the pressure as she squirms to get away from him.

"Does it hurt, flower? I'm sorry, but you know I only want what's best for you..."

I choke, gagging and throwing my forehead into the wall.

Please just, wake up.

Wake up!

WAKE UP!!

WAKE!!!

UP!!!!

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I gasp awake, hands flying my flat belly, ready to rip his hands away from me. I want to cry. No, stop it, I think, raising myself up and putting my head between my legs where I take big gulping breaths.