The Combatant Maiden

Chapter 6

Before i open my eyes, i feel my wrists tied behind me and ropes keeping my ankles together. The back of my  neck hurts. I feel my chin on my chest. I felt where my hands were tied and assumed that i was tied to a wooden chair based on the texture. My surroundings smelt of smoke and i could hear someone exhaling.
I opened my eyes and saw my sweatpants i still had on from the night before. I turned my eyes to the left to see my shadow outlined by bright light and figured there was a lit bulb above. The ground wasn't tiled but looked like perfectly smoothed cement. What i saw of the wall was dark brown  and i saw the same on my right accompanied by the smooth  cement.

I was about to look up but i heard footsteps and decided to listen instead.

"She's asleep boss, she was quite a work though. She hurt balls and broke  two noses, well she broke mine."

There was then complete silence after footsteps seized  at close range.

"And you call yourselves men. My son could take care of her, you make a teenage girl whip your asses?, You! Get out if here with your smoking. What if the kid has health problems?  We don't want her dead, get off my table!"
Footsteps sounded and kept on until i couldn't hear it anymore then the door slammed.

I raised my head and opened my eyes. The smoke still lingered around.

My legs weren't tied properly, sliding the ropes off, i kicked them under the chair and tried to pull my hands from the contraption when the door opened and i froze.
I sat properly in the chair to hide the rope underneath and watched as someone came through they wooden door on black canvas, light blue jeans and a black T-shirt.  About six feet tall with straight brown hair laid back and brown eyes.

He closed the door behind him chewing and staring at me, more like analyzing actually. He looked very muscular and had very broad shoulders. He was a big man and looked like he was in his late thirties and seemed like a total pervert. He looked me over like i was a piece of meat he was more than willing to try out.
I gave him the deadliest stare i had and never took my eyes off him.

He chuckled and turned to sit on the chair close to the door.

"Why am i here?", he stared at me.
"Your mother is Judge Grandeson right?", His voice was very coarse that i wasn't expecting by the judge of his looks .

"And....?"

He let out a loud sigh, stood up walking towards me and cupped my jaw with his big hand. I shook my head out of his grip, "What have you done to my mother?!"

He grinned at me.
"You're not bad looking. Judge has to pay a ransom in three days or that's it for you. Don't worry cupcake," he pinched my cheek leaving a stinging pain. "I'll take real good care of you 'till then."

He walked out of the room leaving me furious. I got so angry, i shouted at the top of my lungs, kicking wildly, trying to pull my hands from the knot behind and shaking my entire body violently. I stopped and started to cry, but i cried silently. Whenever i cried, i made it so no one would know.

My cries were never heard.

I looked down then closed my eyes, squeezing my eyelids together as if they would close any more than they already were.

I heard the squeaking of the hinges of the door of the door then the light went out and the door closed. I continued to cry as i was completely surrounded by darkness; like how i had felt my entire life to this point.
I cried myself to sleep.

My parents were hardly at home. Sometimes i even forgot i had them. My mother was a Judge and Dad was a pathologist. I was sure that their occupation didn't take up so much of their life that they couldn't come home together and we all eat dinner as a family, and talk, and make jokes and laugh. I wanted that.
I started to fight alot because of the anger that developed inside me. The same happened to Mark but he didn't fight as often as i, but we weren't harsh and violent to each other, most of the time.

I've been told that i need help, and by that, meaning therapy.
I don't need help, i need love.