The Alliance

Chapter 21: 1: Destroy

My body was sore, and I stretched my limbs and groaned when it caused pain throughout my body.

I sat up and blinked slowly, my eyes adjusting to this unknown area. My head was pounding, and I could taste blood in my mouth, no matter how dry it was.

It doesn't come quickly, realizing I had been raped. It takes me throwing the duvet off me and seeing what a mess my legs were. I ignored the fact that I was naked, and tried to convince myself it wasn't true.

Maybe I'm dreaming, I told myself, it's a bad dream. And you always wake up from a dream when you fall. So, I needed to fall.

But how could I fall if I couldn't move?

My legs were still and bruised, and I suppressed cries when I finally places them on the ground. I stood up, and my legs immediately collapsed, leaving me crumpled to the ground.

I hadn't woken up.

Wake up, I whispered so lowly I could barely hear it, wake up wake up, my voice broke, and I started to cry silently, finally starting to accept what happened.

My heart pounded louder, my hands started to shake when I heard footsteps approaching.

The door opened, and he laughed sympathetically, "Aww, need some help there?" He said in a demeaning tone.

He wanted me to feel exactly how he made me feel. Worthless. Tarnished. Disgusting.

I froze, unsure if he wanted me to respond to him or not. Was it a trick? Was this whole thing a trick?

His footsteps approached me and I bit my lip, silent tears strolling down my face as I begged god to stop this. To wake me up.  To stop torturing me with this agony that never seemed to end.

I jumped when he put his hand on my hair, and he shushed me, "It's okay," He cooed, then firmly grabs my hair and turned my head his way, I gasped painfully. He was too close, his eyes a few inches from mine. His cold blue eyes that I knew were going to haunt me forever.

"Keep your mouth shut, and this won't happen again, okay?" He was calm like he was so sure I would obey him.

I wasn't sure if he meant again with me, or with another girl, but I still nodded my head, terrified.

He had gotten dressed. he was wearing a shirt and sweatpants. I think he showered too. He smelled like soap. He had a routine for this pain.

He opens the drawer and I quickly look where his hand is, and feel some relief when it's not a weapon in the drawer. He gets a pill bottle and forcefully opens it.

"I got these from when I had surgery," He explained to me calmly, like we were old friends, "I hated taking them because they made me forgetful, and it was messing with my memory of how the accident happened," I wasn't following, too busy shaking in dread.

"So you're going to take them, so you don't remember any of it," He winks at me, and I shake harder, "I mean, that's what you want, isn't it?"

"You're going to take three of these, smoke a blunt, and then we're going to have a shower because you smell like shit," He explains, chuckling at the end.

We're going to have a shower. I hated that there was now a we. There was a before us and after us. I didn't want there to be an us or a we. I just wanted to be Ava. I just wanted to disappear.

He grabs three and puts them near my mouth, and I whimper and start crying because I want to go home. I just wanna go home.

He sighs, irritated, and sits up slightly, "Just fucking put them in your mouth and swallow them, okay?" he grabs my jaw roughly, digging his fingernails into my cheeks and I wince.