Love Bites (Completed)

Chapter 33

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”

― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP

Torrin’s P.O.V

~one week later~

Wh-what just happened? How in the h*ll? What’s wrongwith me? I looked around frantically my eyes still meeting the same gray brick stoned walls but as I turned my head from side to side they became blurrier. Sweat beaded down my forehead and neck and the only thing I could hear was my pounding heart and raged breathing. I felt like I was trapped inside my body, but as if I didn’t belong there. The burning sensation interlocked my body into an inner hell while all my sense of self-control drifted away. I screamed bloody murder as a red cloud coated over my sight and my brain felt fried.

“Help me! Somebody please help me!” I sobbed arching my back at the rush of pain until thankfully the darkness comforted me once again.

“Crispin…” I whispered softly before my lids drooped shut.

*~*~*~Dream/Flashback~*~*~*

I heard the door slam open with a loud bang, making me jump from my spot at the kitchen counter before I quickly snagged a beer from the fridge and placed it next to the plate filled with mashed potatoes, green beans and steak. God, did it smell good but I resisted my hungry stomach and ran quickly up the stairs taking two steps at a time.

Bad idea.

My legs were still sore from the last beating as bruises covered my thighs and calves as evidence. Whimpering slightly I finally made it to my room and locked the door firmly. I pressed my back against the wall and slid down until I hit the chilled floor. I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted my hands in my hair as I prayed to God that he wouldn’t call me down there. I didn’t want to see his evil, jacked up face.

My eyes widened as I heard the sound of hell hounds cackling from the floor bellow. Sh*t. He had company. And by company I mean a group of four middle-aged, sex crazed, druggies. John counted as the 5th one and was also known as ‘the leader’, just because he was drunk 24/7 and could afford more weed than the others.

“Joooohhhn man, where did that steak come from mannn?” One of his buddies slurred as I heard loud thumps of big, fat a**es sitting down on the lumpy sofa. I wouldn’t be surprised if all the springs had suddenly popped out.

“It’s like a giff from heaven” Another said laughing to himself. His booming laughter was not mistaken as I heard his muffled voice, most likely filled with my food I cooked for him. More like had to cook unless I wanted another *ss beating.

“My little sl*t Torrin made it. The f*cking b*tch didn’t even open my beeer for me!” He growled before I heard the popping of a lid coming off.

“Ahhh, I remember that sexy piece of *ss. I bet she looks fiiinnnnee as hell now, huh John” Another drunken voice said sending chills up my spine. Lots of slurs of ‘yeah’ and ‘ahhh’s’ came afterwards as they all remembered who I was. “D*mmit” I cursed before tears rolled down my eyes.

I was dead for sure.

Sometimes I wish I was dead.

“I think I need a dinnnnerr n’ a shhhooow boys! What do ya thank?” John mused loudly before most likely grinning hearing his buddies cheer agreeing.