Eye of the Hurricane

Chapter 40 - Sage

I hear voices barely above a whisper before I'm able to see anything. I'm not sure what happened to me but I know that I'm in danger if Christian is involved. Now he's involved my parents, it's even worse. Before they just stayed out of it, now they're playing an active part. It's one thing to feel the hurt of being rejected by your parents but to feel their betrayal too. I can't image ever doing this in their shoes. 

I'm trying to open my eyes but they're still do heavy.

"Thanks for helping me get her back. I'll take it from here."

Christian's voice makes my skin crawl. Goosebumps cover my entire body. I need to wake up but the darkness pulls me right back under.

After going in and out of consciousness for you knows how long, I'm finally able to stay awake. My entire body is hurting. My arms are stiff and my legs are hurting. I know I put up a good fight and now I'm feeling the effects. I try to move my arms to get the hair out of my eyes but I can't get them to work. I try again and I'm still stuck. Once I look down, I realize that I'm tied to a chair. 

My heart starts to beat faster and faster as I take in my surroundings. I recognize the furniture first. It's my parent's old living room set. When they bought new ones last year, they gave them to me and Christian. We put it in our unfinished basement that Christian was slowly working on fixing up. He never made it very far. This place looks similar to the layout we had down there. In my time away, did he finally remodel the basement? I can't be at our home though, right? That's so far from Orlando. There's no way that I was out that long.

Unfortunately, I don't have much longer to think since I hear familiar set of footsteps coming down the stairs. I'm instantly taken back in time.

Christian has come home from work for the day with an evil look in his eye. Usually I did something to provoke him or he would be drinking when I would see him this way. He just walked in so something must have set him off before he got here. 

He looms towards me. "A little birdie told me they saw you at the doctor's office yesterday. Is that where you were when you didn't answer my text fast enough yesterday?"

He's right in front of me and the look of malice in he's eyes is enough to scare me to death. I've never seen him this angry, with this much rage inside of him. He looks like a monster. I slowly try to retreat but he grabs my arm and squeezes. I try not to let it show how much it hurts but I can't help but let out a soft whimper. 

"You aren't getting away from me this time. You're mine." He pulls me towards him as he breathes in my ear. "Mine to do whatever I please with. Isn't that right, baby?"

I try to pull myself away but it's no use. I can't answer him. I don't want to be his but what can I do to stop him?

His laugh is what scares me the most as he leads me towards the basement door. He opens it and pushes me. I'm helpless to stop myself. All I can do is try to protect this precious life that's growing inside me but I'm afraid it's no use at the hands of my husband.

His footstep when he came and beat me almost to death, match the ones I hear now. I'm still scared to death but I'm stronger now. I can't let him scare me. I can't let him hurt me but I'm completely at his mercy when I'm tied up like this. 

It's completly silent. The only noise between us is my rapidly increasing breaths. I have to keep it together. I can't let him win. 

"You've changed." I feel a sting of pain across my cheek before I hear it. Tears well up in my eyes but refuse to let them fall. I can't open them and face him right now either. I'm trying my best to keep myself together. 

"What's this in your nose? You know that was one of the first things your mother complained about. How you have went and changed yourself. You're not who she raised."

"Fuck you." I spit.

"Well, you really have changed. You would never dare defy me before or swear. That's a new one for you Sage. Although, I think you're already ruined since you've been a whore the entire time you've been away from me." Another slap hits me across my face. "We made a vow between God and each other and you've broken it, baby. Why did you have to go and ruin a perfect thing?"

He sounds like he's completely lost it. He's seemed put together, just slightly flustered the last few encounter we've had but he's off the deep in now. That's what scares me the most. I know what he can do of sound mind. What can he do when he's completely unhinged?

The last few days have been a blur. At least I assume it's been a few days. I'm trying to keep my sense of time as much as possible but that's hard when you're locked in a basement. At first, he kept me in the chair but when he broke the chair because of one of his outbursts, he locked me into a room that he's finished down here. That's when he decided to strip me of all of my clothes. When he found my tattoo, he lost it. I don't remember much after that. I tried to escape but when I woke up, There was a chain around my ankle and I hurt all over. It's rubbed me raw all the way my ankle so I've been trying to move as little as possible now. 

I'm worried that my blood sugar is low. I haven't had a bite to eat since I arrived and Christian was quick to discover my devices and rip them out. He said there was nothing wrong with me and I shouldn't be depending on those things.

He has no idea about anything but I'm sure he's about to find out. I try to lift my head and I hear that fateful sound of his feet on the stairs again but I'm too weak. The door opens and the light from out there blinds me. I try to cover my eyes with my hands but I just can't do it. 

"Please, Christian. I'm about to pass out. My sugar is low. Please let me have something. I don't feel good."

He scoffs at my request and comes to stand in front of me. He lowers himself on top of me like he's done every time he comes back down here. How can my parents let this happen? How is he even out of jail? He was in jail right? I feel like I'm starting to lose my mind down here.

"Please." I whimper.

"You know I love it when you beg, baby." 

I hear his zipper lowering but I just can't do this anymore. I try to move but I hardly have any energy. If I try one big time, maybe I'll be able to get him off. I put all of my energy into it and try to hit him. 

It's no use. I'm starting to see black spots and I'm slowing dipping back into the darkness.