All the Queens Men

Chapter 2 - The Beginning

" I'd cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I'd write love poems to the parts of yourself you can't stand. I'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I'm not afraid of your dark."

                                                                                                                               -Andrea Gibson

Pulling into our small driveway I climb out and stand broken, my body aches all over. The city lights glow for miles and for a moment I look across at this beautiful city and almost feel less numb. Opening the door an immediate smell fills my nose. Megan loved burning Vanilla candles, she insisted it made everyone feel at home.

My room was dark, no light could be found, not even peeking from the curtains as I lay across my bed. Still fully dressed in light blue scrubs from work, my feet still snug inside my sneakers that hung off the end of the mattress. Being 19 years old and working with Dr. Milo Ross was something others dreamed about. There were four others interviewed but I was the lucky one. He had told me, "Mia, I see something in you, you are the one I want." That was the day my entire life changed.

It was past midnight and the only sound that could be heard was the rain hitting the window. A storm was coming toward the city slowly. You could hear the rumble in the sky. Just as the wind picked up and the lighting broke free, tears started to stream down my face. I couldn't stop, turning to my side away from the window I rolled into a ball screaming into my legs as I held them tight. How could he have done this to me; I thought to myself. A sharp pain stabbed me in my side, the pain so bad I began to vomit all over my bed. I sat up trying to catch my breath but just more vomit began to come out. My pants started to become wet, I felt as if I was peeing my pants. Kicking my shoes off I stood and turned my night light on. My bed was a mess, it was then I looked down and saw the blood soaking through my scrubs.

The apartment was big enough for Meg and me. We loved the view and the fact that each bedroom had its bathroom, so we took it the minute we looked at it about a year ago when we moved to the city for college. As I got undressed and locked my bedroom door I pulled the sheets off my bed and hid my pants so there wouldn't be any questions when we did laundry this weekend. I started the shower and stood there staring blankly at the light blue tiles that covered the wall. The full-length mirror was huge on the back of the door, my body was covered in bruises and cuts. My wrists show perfect rings around them where restraints had been just hours before. All I could think was, why is this happening to me? Why was Dr. Ross doing this to me? How did I always seem to find myself in these types of relationships?

"I needed to please him" ... was on repeat in my head.

I climbed into the shower and the tears immediately fell down my face. The water stung my ass as it hit against me, reaching back I felt the welts and blisters that were now formed. Blood still drips down my thighs, crouching down into a ball on my feet. I grasp my knees and hold myself tight. I needed to tell someone about what he was doing to me. Losing track of time, I heard Meg pounding on the bedroom door. She yells, "Are you done? I want to get a shower!" That's when the bathroom door opened. Fuck, how does she open my door when it's locked? "What the fuck happened," she opens the shower curtain. Did I look that bad I thought to myself? I stood up turning the water off which was now cold. Meg handed me a towel as I climbed out. Tightly putting a second towel on my head I walked into my bedroom. Gently sitting down on the small bench in front of my bed I began to explain.

"I went into work this morning, it was about six a.m. when I got there.

To be continued...