My Life in Rosewood

Chapter Forty-Eight

Mona cuts me loose from my prison of a chair, half conscious as she does so. I feel my hands free from the bars behind me and I groan in relief, flexing them a bit. But there isn't much time between before she replaces my binds with duct tape instead of rope and wraps my wrists a good four times behind me, each wrap more painful than the last as my watch digs deeper into my wrist. "Mmm!"

"Oh stop complaining, you're lucky I'm not leaving you here." She rips off the tape when she's done with my wrists and then goes to my feet, cutting off the rope on my ankles now and once again wrapping them. She doesn't stop wrapping though until the tape is up to my knees, making me kick at her and she just laughs. "You know I like a challenge."

I breathe heavily, watching her as she goes to my upper body and cuts those ropes too, but she doesn't bother to smother me in tape this time. Instead a crazy smirk comes to her face and she just knocks me off the chair completely, making me land onto my side. Everything rockets into nothing but pain and I see stars.

"Oops, my bad, Jessie." She says in her normal tone, bending down beside me and pokes my nose. "Just having some fun."

My eyebrows slant in anger and I kick at her hard enough to swipe her feet under her weight, watching her crash to the floor now. I can't help but smirk back at her even with all the tape and tell her to go fuck herself with muffled words as I squirm my way to the door.

"You little bitch." She gasps for air, half laughing as if it's a fun game when she gets to her feet and follows my squirming body. "Come on, up you get." She grabs me from my armpits and starts to drag me through the door now as I squirm in her grasp, muffling in a bit of pain from my ribs being sore. I hadn't noticed the full pain till she knocked me onto the floor, but now being pulled along it hurts more, realizing that they were probably bruised up from her punches.

My squirming doesn't stop her as she drags me till we get to her car, humming away before she sits me up against the back door. I stare up at her, twisting my wrists in the tape to free my hands and watch her walk over to the trunk as if rummaging through it. "Mmmph!"

"Jessie, please. Shut up for a second." now she sounds annoyed before she's back in my view, seeming to be in deep thought before she smiles down at me. The next thing I know her arm is going back and she swings hard, punching me in the face and my nose basically explodes in blood as it spews out of my nostrils, groaning in pain. "That's for tripping me." She smirks and takes out my phone, "And this will be for the girls to see that A is very serious with the threats."

I breathe heavily through my nose and thankful it's not broken, otherwise breathing would not be happening from my mouth being tapped shut. My eyes connect to her and I shake my head in protest. "Mm." I'm so tired as I hear the sound of a picture being taken from the phone, my gaze dimming out a bit. She just smiles more before putting the phone back into her pocket and then grabs me again. The last thing I remember as I slowly pass out is her throwing me into the trunk of the car and the loud sound of it being shut on me.

—

I have on and off nightmares of Mona's torture. Beating my face to a pulp, trying to suffocate me, putting me in the bathroom drugged up and waking up to Spencer finding me. But the one that sticks out the most is when she got bored while waiting to head to the dance. She had gone to the desk nearby to take out a black box, when she did this she brought it over to me and opened it. There was a tarantula inside and she let it crawl on my leg while I freaked out. Mona was standing there with a smile on her face, not caring if it tried to bite me or the fact I'm terrified of spiders. I screamed through my gag the whole time and squirmed in the chair as I cried.

My eyes shoot open, my brain swims around in a fog, not fully aware of what's happened or where I am. The sound of air seems to be visible, as if moving quickly and my body hits something hard when it topples sideways and makes me roll. I groan from being tossed around and pain shoots through my body. I breathe deeply through my nose as I realize immediately that I can't inhale from my mouth. I can't even open my mouth, the feeling of something tight blocking it with something else stuffed inside.