On The Other Side

Chapter 14 - Rescue

GEORGE
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A warm liquid takes over my mouth, as I try not to choke on Pablo. He's gripping my hair and bobbing my head forward each time harder and deeper. My eyes are teary and closed as I hope that his karma will hit soon.

My throat feels sore and swollen, and there are moments when I taste blood in my mouth. I've been coughing, and it could be due to the beatings I've been through, but I think it's from what Pablo's been making me do.

I would usually say that I wanted to die before getting into all of this and meeting Clay, but I never knew what was waiting for me. What did I do to deserve all of this?

I try to push the white liquid out of my mouth with my tongue, but it's hard when so much is going on. As I start to wonder why he's still doing it if he already reached the climax, he pulls his length out of my mouth and shoves me backward, causing me to fall onto the ground.

He stands up from the chair, pulls up his pants, zips them, and walks out of the room as if nothing happened.

Tears stream down my face as I start spitting out the disgusting saliva from my mouth. I don't know how much longer I can take this, especially with no information about Clay.

Luckily today Pablo was quick. He didn't push me to take off my clothes. He didn't touch or kiss me as much as he usually does, but it still feels awful.

I'm forced into it, and if I resist, he often sends his men to beat me up or choke me until I beg him not to and give in, or until I lose consciousness.

I crawl away from the chair and press my back and head against the wall. Closing my eyes, I let my thoughts drift to my dad.

The pain of his passing has faded, leaving only the happy memories that bring me comfort and a sense of warmth, no matter what's happening.

My thoughts are interrupted as the door opens. At first, fear surges through me, thinking it might be Pablo wanting more, but as I see a different man entering and closing the door behind him, relief washes over me.

I don't even care if he's here to beat me up at this point.

As he enters with a plate in hand, he wordlessly sets it down on the floor to my right before swiftly exiting the room, leaving me to feel like nothing more than a dog awaiting its meal.

I don't even glance at the food. My mind is consumed by thoughts of the guy who usually delivers my meals. Why didn't he come today? He told me about Clay yesterday, but also mentioned he could get in trouble. Maybe he's in trouble...

I don't care. He ended up punching me in the face, nearly breaking my nose.

I look at the plate, expecting the usual disgustingly dry lasagna with no taste and a horrible sauce, but I'm met with sushi. It totally slipped my mind that the guy yesterday came in here to ask me about the meal I want to eat. Even though I didn't tell him, because we talked about Clay, he got me my favorite food.

A little smile spreads across my lips. I never thought that seeing sushi would make me so happy. I immediately attack it and start stuffing my face with it.

As I slide the last sushi into my mouth, the door opens again. The guy from yesterday enters.

He offers a slight wave, but I avoid eye contact as he annoys me and savour the last bite of sushi. The sushi was a treat, but it wasn't nearly enough to make me full.

"I'm here to take your plate away," he informs, and I nod, pushing the plate towards him with my foot. As he bends down to pick it up, I think he'll leave, but he surprises me by coming closer and crouching down beside me.

I look at him and he looks scared.

"You might not have much reason to trust me after what happened yesterday, but please believe me when I say you shouldn't sleep tonight," he advises. My heart races as I think about all the possible scenarios that could go down, and a knot of anxiety tightens in my stomach.

"I had to hit you to make it seem like you were causing trouble and that's why I took longer," he explains. But my focus is on his warning not to sleep, and I want to know what he means by that.

"Why shouldn't I sleep?" I ask, fear evident in my voice.

"I managed to get to Clay. His dad is coming tomorrow and Pablo plans to kill both of them, but keep you alive. If you two don't get out of here right now, it's gonna get worse," he explains, and I try to process all of it.

I blink hard as I process what this guy just said to me. It sounds like our only chance to escape, and he seems trustworthy.

I nod. "How do we do this?"

"My name's Nick, by the way," he says, glancing at the door before standing up. "They're gonna get suspicious if I'm in here too long. Just trust me and don't sleep. Me and Clay are gonna get to you around midnight."

I'm left speechless, nodding in response as he leaves me alone with my thoughts.

What just happened?

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