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Chapter 2

Chapter 2-

I embraced in the warmth of the duvet covers. I never wanted to leave the safety of my bed. I didn't know the time but I had a feeling it was early morning, just before dawn. Then, I heard my alarm sound; it was still dark, so I hit it several times before the sound died. I have class today, American Literature and Advanced Chemistry. An unusual combination, I know. I also do archery, with the help of Beckham, my boss's son.

I make up my bed and take a shower, hoping the warmth would soothe my mind since I couldn't attend the necessary therapy. But it did not help, if anything, I thought about it more now. Little Sadie lying strewn on my loving room floor and my father, close by. Me, writhing against my many restraints and Trick beating repeatedly with his brass knuckled rings. The pain... Agonizing. Excruciating. I was surprised when I didn't die. After all, I was beaten senseless, with handcuffs digging into my flesh, and the smell of death surrounding me.

I decide to cut my shower short and wrap a towel around me tightly. I looked through my kitchen cabinets for coffee but, nothing.

I went into my room and loosened the towel, letting it pool around my ankles that still had marks in them, and so did my wrists. That was how deep the metal cuffs dug into my flesh. I stood naked in front of body length mirror, and stared at my bruised body in disdain and horror. This is what he did to me. I poked my scarred upper arm. That's where Trick slowly cut me, and then he just randomly beat me in the face, the gut... until, I was arching in pain, making the metal cuffs dug deeper. I felt the thick tears roll down my cheeks, blurring my vision. All I could see was a redheaded, pale girl in front of me.

I brushed through my wet hair and braided it to the back; I got dressed and left to go Irma's diner (where I work). I have a shift at three till ten. I haven't seen Irma in a while and I'm in dire need for a cup of coffee.

      I drove to Irma's diner which was exactly fifteen minutes away from my apartment building and thirty five minutes away from University.

I pushed open the transparent glass door and was greeted with the smell of coffee and cream. I embellished in the smell and involuntarily smiled. I love this place. Irma stepped out of the kitchen and a grin split her gorgeous face. "Wendy!" she embraced me in her arms. She was a beautiful Columbian woman. "I've missed you!"

"Oh Irma, I've missed you too!" I grin.

She notices my fatigue and lethargy in my slow movements and studies me with her deep brown eyes. "I have some coffee for you?" she smiled slowly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I sit at an empty table and Irma sets a cup of coffee in front of me. Bechkam sits next to me and smiles widely. He has mahogany hair, like Irma and he has her eyes. They entered America, when he was two. He inherited his flawless good looks from his mother, I'd say. Both, are model worthy. "Wendy, you should have come by Friday night."

"I was at that bar... Herb's bar." I explain, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Oh, so you didn't listen to me when I told you it sucks. It was terrible wasn't it?" he says with a smug look on his face.

"Yep, you were right," I give in.

"I told you --"

Zachary stands behind Beckham and grinned. "If I have to see you again, I might have to call it fate." He purrs.  He had sea foam green eyes, that now, regarded me intensely. It left me flushed.

"We're having a conversation," I snap. Hoping he would leave.

"Mind if I join?" he smiled.

"Ye --"

"Of course not. Sit," Beckham says and offers him a seat opposite me. I glare at Beckham and he bites his bottom lip, stifling a smile.

"I should be going to class anyway." I stand up, finishing my coffee a bit too fast.

"I just got here," Zachary whines.

"Sorry, Zachary, but I have to go."

"Just Zach." He mumbled.

"Well, Just Zach, I have to go." I say quickly and gather my things.

I thank Irma for the lovely cup of coffee and glared a Beckham and leave.

I revved up the engine and drove to class. I hated Beckham for offering that idiot a seat. Plus, did Zachary not see that I didn't want to be seen with him? He attracts attention. The one thing I'm trying to avoid. If I attract any attention then Trick will have a better chance of finding me. And he will not hesitate to kill me. To finish the job. The job that had to be finished a year ago. He was going to leave me there and let me rot to death, while watching my family's bodies wither away with time.

I let out a soft sob and shook my head, getting rid of images that haunt my every waking moment. My eyes stung, my throat closed. As If someone was gripping my throat, squeezing it tighter and tighter...

*

Forty-five minutes into the ninety minutes of class, and I was tired. I didn't really sleep last night because of the recurring nightmares. So in reality I never slept. I licked my now dry lips and prayed for time to go by faster. But it didn't. If anything, time slowed down.

"So, Mr Darcy..." Mr. Darwin was talking about Wuthering Heights, I was not really certain, since I was practically dead to the world. I cannot believe after all this I have to go work. At least I can still go home, and have a nap.

*

When I got to the apartment building that looked withdrawn, I rushed up the stairs eager manoeuvred. I pulled out my Dad's pocket knife that he always kept in the pickup. Now, I always k ept it on me.

I slowly pushed open the door and cursed inwardly when the floorboards creaked.

I was about to throw the knife when I paused and stared. Could it be?

"Laura?"

"Wendy, it's me," she manages to smile weakly. She'd been crying. "I don't work for Trick anymore." Then she cried out again. I held her in my arms as she cries against me.

Oh no. He did something. He couldn't kill her family, they're all dead.

Her blonde hair was disheveled and her small frame shuddered against my chest.

"What did Trick do?" my voice trembled.

"He... he..." she shook vigorously. "He let his 'friends' rape me, while he watched!" she cried harder.

Oh my God. He... Patrick Nolan is a monster.

I will kill him.