The orphanage was being shut down due to the lack of staff and the incompetent workers that didn't give two shits about the children, specially me. Due to me being mute, I wasn't able to defend myself in situations such as me almost being sexually assaulted by the staff or getting beatings here and there. This life wasn't all that shitty until a sweet boy stood up for me and defended me when I was in need. Looking back at it now, it feels like it was not too long ago that had occurred, but it certainty has been. Almost 15 years passed by like a breeze, it felt fucking amazing to leave that shit hole I once called home. That boy was no where to be seen right after the orphanage was closed and shut down. It was honestly relaxing to be able to live a proper life and not have to deal with all of these motherfuckers that fucked me over my whole entire life. If I could, I would go back and end their fucking miserable life that consisted in them constantly assaulting a child. Never mind that sob story, I didn't really need the pity of others,
"Oh that's horrible I hope it didn't fuck you up mentally."
"Damn you lived a hard life poor kid, you'll be fine just suck it up."
Cut the bullshit, all they ever gave a fuck about is looking like they were concerned at the fact that I lived a hard life and taking it as a way to look 'good' in other peoples eyes. Either way enough about that tragic past, as today goes by there have been strange things happening around my neighborhood, as if someone is on my ass and watching me from afar. I just kept walking since I had an appointment set to help me out since I'm still very much mute and unable to speak properly. Getting there has always been an issue since despite making an appointment they take me in super late and forget I'm even there in front of their fucking face. I arrived and saw a man wearing what it looked like a black hooded jacket and some grey sweats, he was an odd one for sure but who isn't specially me out of all people. He was most likely new since I have never seen him before in my life and was hiding his face with a medical mask, he seemed uncomfortable on top of that I just felt it. Regardless, I was surprisingly taken in on time and managed to still get out pretty late, on the ground was a note left behind by someone, it read, 'missed me?' Now who in the fuck would leave this lying on the ground it sounds so weird and perverted. I threw the note away and started making my way home through the same road that led to that terrible one star rated hotel with the hookers outside.
"Hey baby you want a piece of this cake?" The hooker said with a grin on her face.
I gave her hand gestures that I couldn't speak and asked her to leave me alone and gave her a no gesture. She frowned and made hand signals to that same guy I saw in the clinic not too long ago. Please don't tell me this is actually happening to me god dammit 'FUCK MY LIFE WHY ME WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME'. Before I knew it, he had injected me with a shot of anesthesia and knocked me out on top of that, what the fuck is going on.
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Forbidden Love
Short StoryLiving a life of hurt and pain, you come to realize that despite getting kidnapped, your body, mind and soul are bound to this person. What could this mean? What could you expect after?