𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

5.

My eyes began to open slowly and an enormous tiredness spread through my body. My head felt heavy and my neck was in pain.

What time is it?

When I slowly open them I am faced with complete and immense darkness. It was a blinding darkness.

Where am I? How long have I been here?

I tried to move but my arms were tied behind my back and my feet were trapped as well. I strugled against my restrains and tried to free myself. I tried to lift my body off the cold, wet cement and yesterday's memories flooded back.

Nicola wants to see you.

Oh fuck. I'm so tired and it's so dark and I'm feeling so cold. You're okay, you're not weak.

"You're weak" my father used to say and that was why I got in front of him to try to defend him from anyone who showed up with a gun in our house. I would do anything for him when he never did anything for me. I just wanted to be strong for my dad and have a good body for my mom. I lived in such a small box that I never did anything for myself, I would die for them when they left me to die. 

Not these thoughts again. 

You've already run away, you've already left. You are not in Spain. But where am I? I'm not safe. It's so dark and I'm so cold. This is the worst time to go back to these memories. My breathing became uncontrollable.

Nicola wants to see you. So why am i trapped and locked in what feels like a dark and cold cell? Calm down Serena. Just breath. Use your words.

After getting air into my lungs and closing my eyes tightly I decided to scream "I'm fucking awake, get me out of here!" nothing. 

Utterly silence. What time is it? I hope it's night because I'm goign to wake up all the hijos de puta in this house. (sons of a bitch) 

"Hey!" I scream again "Let me out!" again, nothing.

Unaware of the time that passed I screamed like it was the last thing I was going to do. And maybe it is, maybe he just wants to kill me and that's it. Kill me and open a new clinic. I laugh at that and notice that my voice was getting hoarse. One more time.

When I was filling my lungs with air and getting ready to scream, the door opened completely letting a yellow light and one man in "I swear if you make one more sound I will stick my dick down your throat until your vocal cords burst, giornalista di merda" (shity journalist) with that he spat on the floor. 

Stronzo. 

I look him in the eyes and the little light that comes in let me see the big scar he has on the left side of his face. An ugly scar that ran from the middle of the cheek, across both lips and to the chin. 

"Tell your boss I'm done waiting" I said and he started walking towards me. 

As he leans towards me he ties me tightly around my face reminding me of the wound I have on my chin "Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sleep and you won't let me" I smile. 

I'm glad I woke someone up in this house. 

"What are you laughing for?" he said irritably.

"You, bastard" I said.

A heat mixed with pain was felt on my face and the taste of blood touched my tongue. He tied my neck with his hands so tightly that air wasn't getting in. "With such a pretty face it's a pity that I have to hit her" Another blow was dealt and this time I saw black again.