Ronny

Chapter 56

Adelina Celine Torres

I got food today.

A bowl of rice and a slab of meat.

I devoured it.

And I'm still starving.

Four days I have been here.

My body has fresh bruises all over it, I actually don't think there's a single square inch of skin that isn't bruised. That same man as the other day has visited me each day, messing with me and being a jerk before ultimately beating me unconscious.

Asshole.

I mean....butthole.

Every time he yells about how much he hates Aaron, how one day Aaron will understand what it is like to find a loved one dead.

Me.

He's talking about me.

Nightmares have filled every second I manage to sleep.

Nightmares with Aaron finding my dead body, covered in blood and bruises in this horrid basement. He kneels over my limp body and I see him cry, holding my hand and caressing my arm.

Picturing the vivid dreams I had, I pull my knees to my chest and I rest my head on them, tears escaping my eyes.

I don't know what Nick or Alyssa must be thinking right now, they might not even know I'm fine either.

I haven't seen Aaron's dad since the first day I was here, and I am okay with that. Although, I think I prefer him over the guy who just hits me.

Have I mentioned how freezing it is in this basement?

I have my shirt on again, but I use my skirt as a blanket over my thighs, having ripped the side of it so it is long enough to cover from the top of my thighs to my mid shins.

I miss Nick.

I miss Owen.

I miss Ronny.

I miss not crying.

I cry. All the time. Every second I am not sleeping or being hurt, I sit here and sob. When I do manage to sleep, I wake up screaming from nightmares of Aaron and end up sobbing.

Always crying.

My braid is now a complete rats nest with dried blood in it, and I think it is actually turning into matts.

Aaron would be disgusted if he saw me right now.

And that thought makes me cry even more.

The door in front of me opens and I don't even move to look up. My body starts to shake at the thought of being hurt worse than I am right now. I can't take anything else. There's no more space on my body to hurt, just to deepen existing bruises and open barely scabbed over cuts.

"I didn't think four days would take such a toll on you," Aaron's dad says, and at this I look up in surprise. Why is he here?

He walks closer to me and kneels beside me, "Come with me." He tells me.

I sit there for about thirty seconds, my mind confused as to wether I should listen or try to stay here. I don't like this room, but what if he takes me somewhere worse? Or what if he lets me go?

It's not like I even have a choice, he'd probably force me to go with him anyway, so I reluctantly stand up.

"Good girl," He says, grabbing my arm and tugging me in front of him. He makes me walk before him, but he tells me where to go. I try to stop and put on my skirt, but he yanks it from my hand and makes me leave it in the room.