the love of my life - Pablo Gavi

Pablo, help

Tess pov:

He closes the door. "Please, not again." There is a small window, moonlight shining through it.

 The moonlight shines right on my father's face, who is grinning. He takes a few steps towards me, so that his large body is right in front of me. 

"Pablo, please save me." 

My father laughs. "He's definitely not going to hear you here." 

"Why?" My voice breaks, but I still try to continue talking. ''Why? You killed mom, my friend, abused and raped me so many times, and after all this time you have no remorse?'' He laughs evilly. 

"You're the one who killed mommy." ''When you were born, she became depressed. She wanted to commit suicide and I helped her.'' 

''You raped her and then tied her hands and feet and shot her dead! That's not helpful!'' ''I think so. If you had never been born, your mother would not have died and I would not have been in this misery.'' 

Tears well up in my eyes. I lower my head. Then the door is opened. I quickly look up, hoping for someone who can save me from this misery. But when I step inside again, my hopes are quickly dashed. 

It's my father's friend. The one I saw in Spain. My father walks up to him and gives him money. Lots of money. 

My father approaches me. "Give me your child." "No." I say firmly. ''Never. She's mine and Pablo's.'' ''I don't care. If you don't give her up, I'll shoot her dead.'' 

I'm shocked by his words, but I know he means it. He is capable of it. 

I take Hope out of the baby carrier and I give her a kiss. "It's going to be okay, little sweetie pie." I look at my father. 

''She loves it when you tell her stories and she only sleeps when you sing her the song twinkle twinkle little star. And you shouldn't dress her too warmly when she goes to sleep, otherwise she will get too hot.'' 

''She won't make it through the evening, Tess. Don't worry so much.'' 

I look at him in shock. ''No, you can't do that! She is my everything!'' My father nods to his friend. ''Go.'' ''No! No! Please don't go away with her!'' 

I cry and scream. ''Be quiet, otherwise bad things will happen to you too. ''Just do whatever you want. I can't live without Hope.'' 

''If you want it so badly.'' My father walks over to me and takes off my coat first. Then my sweater, pants, and then my underpants. I'm being raped. 

And you know, at this point I don't care anymore. 

I scream and cry silently. After what seemed like ages, my father walks away. I collapse in misery and pain. Physical pain, but mostly pain because they took Hope. 

Then my father walks in. I no longer have the strength to move, certainly not to sit up. I just lay there, half unconscious and half lifeless, waiting for my death.

I look at my father. He's looking through my things. When he has my phone, he looks happy. 

He walks towards me. "Wouldn't you like to text your boyfriend to tell him how you are doing?" I don't listen to him, I ignore him. 

He kicks me hard in the stomach. I cringe in pain. 

"That's what I thought." He says with a scornful laugh. ''Listen when your father says something. Do you want to text your boyfriend?'' I nod, my throat is too dry to say anything. I sit up with difficulty. 

He hands me my phone. ''You can only say one thing, and I have to approve it. I show him my app. He grins. ''Fine.''

ma vie

Tess: Pablo, help                                                                                                                                                               seen

Pablo: What's wrong mi vida?                                                                                                                                            seen                                                                                                                                

Please respond, I will help you                                                                                                                                seen

My father picks up my phone and laughs. ''Aww, how cute. Your boyfriend really cares about you.'' 

I let him talk, while inside I'm devastated by the pain. Pablo has to suffer so much now. He knows something is wrong, but he can't reach me and he can never find me. 

I'm in a remote neighborhood somewhere, on the outskirts of Paris. 

"What are you going to do to me?" I say in a shaking voice. He laughs loudly. "I was thinking about some activities together, like painting." "You always liked that, don't you?" I look at him. 

I know he doesn't mean painting with paint.