Perfect Storm

Chapter 16

I was still in isolation and I would talk to nobody. Nurses came and went thinking I was actually taking the pills they were giving me, but instead, I was crushing them and flushing them down the toilet. They would always check if I had taken them, checking under the tongue, on the sides of the cheeks, and even on the top of the mouth. I knew the routine like the back of my hand, so hiding the pills was the easiest part for me. But I was smart, I didn't flush them down the toilet as soon as they left, no, that would be too obvious, I waited for at least an hour. I had an ensuite bathroom, but I had to be monitored every time I went, so I had to wait until they came to check up on me again since I wouldn't talk to them. So until then, I was stashing the crashed-to-dust pills in my underwear. There was a curtain that shielded the remainder of my privacy, so it was the easiest thing to just flush it down without them noticing. If they weren't crushed they would make a sound, but dust made none.

It was dinner time, and once again I had to be monitored since I would not eat, and when I did I would make myself throw up. So I had to be checked to ensure that I had eaten. A nurse came in; I had not seen him before. Dressed in a lilac uniform like the rest of them he walked with a metal tray full of food. I did not give him any attention until he sat in front of me, not hearing when he locked the door.

He dropped the tray in front of me. "A little bird told me that you have been a menace to deal with." The blue in his eyes darkened, and his dark blond hair became wet with sweat as it began to drip down his freshly shaved face.

I did not reply, I sat back in my bed, crossing my legs on top of each other, while my hands wrapped around my middle. I was in no mood to entertain another nurse. Most of them tried to intimidate me so I would do as they asked, but I would not budge. I knew all of their tactics. But he seemed strange as if he didn't care about my well-being.

He smirked at my reaction. But that smirk quickly turned sour. He slammed his fist into the mattress while his other hand was on my face. "You will eat, or I will shove it down your throat myself." His big, calloused hands were squeezing my cheeks.

No one had gone that far as to touch me the way he did. I was scared, but God forbid I let it show. His face now inches away from mine. I spat on him to get him away.

"Huh, I like them feisty." A devilish grin appeared on his face as he wiped the spit from his forehead. He sent the tray flying to the other side of the room, and this time he didn't grab my cheeks, but my wrists. His hands were big enough that he engulfed my wrists with one hand while his other was groping me. I tried to fight him off, but being severely malnourished and with the whole weight of his body on top of me, it was nearly impossible. I was still wearing that god-forsaken hospital gown, so he went straight for my underwear. Which he removed, but in that quick second that it took him to throw them away I managed to kick him in the crotch, getting free from his grasp.

I ran to the door, trying to open it but it wouldn't budge. When I went to bang on it for help, his rough hands grabbed my legs and threw me face-first onto the radiator next to the door. Something warm started dripping from my head, but I had no time to check as he forcefully turned me to face him and he lunged at me. Next thing I knew was that my hands were pinned to the floor and he was violently thrusting inside me.

The door opened and security and nurses stormed in, taking him away from me. To conceal myself I crawled to the edge of the room, hands around my knees. But he didn't have enough of me, and just before the security threw him out, he made sure I still had some of him left as he shot his hot liquid on me.

One of the female nurses tried to approach me, and if the wall wasn't there I would've sunk deeper into it.

"Don't touch me!"