Aren't you scared of becoming a slave to freedom?
As a 17 year old girl whose mother abused her, Naomi has never known what freedom is, only dreamt of it. But now it's her only constant thought. For her, freedom slowly becomes a drug, something she...
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My breathing flatters as I take a step back, my body bumping into the stair railing.
How-
Why-
This can't be happening. Mr Hugo's smile becomes even wider as he takes a step towards me. That's all it takes for my mind to be sent into flight mode.
I turn around and make a quick dash up the stairs. I hear my mother shouting at me from behind, ordering me to come back but I ignore her and continue my hastened ascend up the stairs.
I am about to reach the last step when I feel my pyjama top get pulled back roughly. My heart skips multiple beats as my breathing quickens. I kick and scream as fear takes over all my senses. The person who had caught me drags me down the stairs, not caring about how I was occasionally bumping into the wall.
When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I kick harder and try to fight the person off. But then they pin my hands down to my sides using one of their large muscular arms. This must be one of the guards.
I’m about to continue my attempt at escaping when I feel a cold metal touch the side of my temple. "Move, and I'll shoot." The man's gruff voice warns from behind me.
My heart drops, my fear coating every inch of my insides causing my eyes to involuntary close themselves. I don't want to die. Tears start freely flowing down my cheeks, my body trembling lightly, as pure adrenaline and fear run through it. The reality of what's happening finally sinking in.
I open my eyes and although my vision is blurry, I make out my mother's figure as she stands in front of me.
"Mother, please. I don't want to go with them, I don't want to die." I choke out as sobs start to rake my body, my heart clenching with dread and fear. “I'll be good. I promise I'll be good. I'll clean everyday, I'll-”
"Oh you poor girl." I hear her say in a sympathetic voice. The gun leaves my temple, as my mother grabs me with one of her hands.
"Before, you were only a worthless wench who did nothing but eat and disobey me, a whore in the making." She says, her voice calm as she puts a finger under my chin. Forcing me to look at her as she wipes my tears away harshly.
Once my eyes are cleared of tears I see her smile at me softly. "Look at you now. Thanks to me, you're worth gold." she whispers.
My hands clench into fists as my eyes see red, the adrenaline running faster and faster pushing my fear away. All my bottled up emotions from all the days I've been mistreated rise up to the surface.
I clench my jaw tightly, preparing myself for my next move. I lean down quickly and bite down hard on the hand that was touching me.
She yanks it away from me. "You witch!"she screams. I spit out her blood, feeling sick at having it inside my mouth. I know she hates me, I know she wants to hurt me until I can't get up anymore, I know she wishes I wasn't born. I know, I know. But why is she taking it this far? I was going to leave in a year or so. She didn't have to do this. Tears start to flow down my cheeks again.
Next thing I know, my head snaps to the side violently. She slapped me and from the stinging coming from the side of my face, I know her hand left a faint red mark. I turn my face towards her and glare at her hard, as my tears slowly stop flowing down my cheeks. "You'll burn in hell for this mother," I spit out the venomously. Looking at her aged face as she gives me a sweet smile.
"Oh, Naomi. You should know this by now." She says sweetly, "I've been burning in hell from the moment you were born," she says before letting out a hysterical laugh.
I glare at her and just as I am about to lunge at her, I feel the cold metal that had momentarily left my temple, return to its position. My eyes widen as I remember what situation I'm in. Fear and dread grip my heart tightly again. I bite my lower lip hard, a bit of blood coming out. Can I even get out of this without dying?
"While I will admit that that was entertaining, we must be on our way now." Mr Hugo says. He motions for the guard holding me to carry me out the door.
At this point I have no fight left in me, the only thing I feel in me right now is fear. It makes me feel pathetic. Even if I begged, my mother wouldn't listen to a word I say. And I don't want to give her the satisfaction of being begged multiple times. Once is enough. The best I can do right now, is save my energy for the perfect time to escape, I won't let my future go that easily.
I hang limply, as the guard puts a mask on me and carries me out into the dark night. "You'll receive your money shortly, ma'am." I hear Mr Hugo say.
"Thank you sir." I hear my mother reply happily.
That's all my mind can process before all of my adrenaline crashes down and my mind quits on me,causing me to fall unconscious.
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