Trouble In Paradise

Chapter 29: The Second Playdate

Thugs were bringing tables shortly after I was tortured from a crazy psychopath who thinks we are his toys. Did I forget to mention that he was a crazy psychopath?

A table was set up on my right, between Jessica and I. Two smaller spruce wooden tables was set up in front of us. Another thug came with four dog bowls and placed two of them by Jessica, then me. When I looked at its contents I realised we had to be fed like dogs.

"Are you.......people serious?" I said as my breath hitched in my throat from the excruciating pain.

"If I were you, I would be glad I would have something to eat, you little punk."

I looked at the one bowl that had water, the other had some kind slimy sludge that looked like snail s**t.

We had to eat that?!

I felt so degenerated right now, as if I meant nothing to anyone or the world. Oh wait, that feeling is normal for me.

F**k you, world.

My throat was raw from all of the painful screams that I had to howl for The Madman.

The thugs left us to our humiliating 'food' and laughed along the way through the corridors of this Hell hole.

I looked out through the prison-barred windows and found the setting sun enveloping the skies with an orange-pink glow. It would have been beautiful if I wasn't in so much pain. I could see in my peripheral vision that Jessica was not enjoying the view as she normally would.

She was still angry at me.

I couldn't blame her, I was using her for my own happiness.

I tried to take my mind off of this nightmare, but it was impossible with all the exploding pain in my body. I looked at the bowl of water and it suddenly seemed very good.

I'm thirsty.

I bowed my head down and took a few sips of the water. It tasted normal, at least. But the snail sludge I was not eating. I would rather starve myself.

"If you......want to live," Jessica began, "you better......eat that. Not that I......want you......to live, anyway."
"Do you know.......how many times I wished.......that would happen.......to me? Not that you......would know of struggling, of course." I retorted.

Jessica's eyes hardened with fury.

I think I shouldn't have said that.

"I don't.....know of struggling?" She said through gritted teeth. "So you're telling me......that I don't struggle? How about this.......my parents, the only.......two people I love the most......is getting divorced! My mother was raped........in front of me, but my father.......thinks she was having........an affair and I was........the defender. I cried........every night till......I slept."

"I heard all of............. their arguments. One day, Dad......he......brought in the papers. I came to........this island to clear.........my head. Yet I must explain......... struggle to a boy........who's too.......goddamn selfish to think about others!"

"At least you knew.......your parents! Mine dumped me.........in front of a stranger's door." I spat.

"I wonder why......" Jessica said icily.

My heart broke at that moment as if it were fragile glass shattering. My heart just stopped. What if my parents somehow knew I would be like this? Did they know? Why? Did they consider how I would feel?

Did they even love me?

Before I could break down into tears I heard something pierce the entire building. I looked at Jessica and she was trying to block out the sounds. I could tell by the way she looked down and shut her eyes. But why?