After the bath, Ruby made dinner. It was nothing much, just some old vegetables and bread. But it was by far the most I’ve had in ages. I felt him watch me as I scoffed my food at an alarming pace.
“Sam?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“What happened to you?” I kept silent and stared at my dinner.
“…Sam?” Ruby’s voice was softer now, kinder. I felt my resolve weakening. No. I remember the last time I told someone. Angry voices and painful images swarm my mind. Struggling away from the haunting visions, I felt panic beginning to grip me. I can’t tell him. Fearful questions flowed through my mind. What if he hates me? What if I scare him? What if I’m forced out? Again? What if I’m covered in blood for a second night? What if I don’t come back? I feel the fear bubble up inside me. I hear ruby ask if I’m okay but the voice is faint and seems far away. Twisted images of my own life mingled with deformed creatures of my nightmares. I was terrified. A terrible pain consumed me. Then I lost it.
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Losing It
RomanceI lie in the dirt. I've been discarded in the filthy alley like the trash covering the streets. My body hurts. I'm covered in blood but I'm not sure it’s my own. Did I lose it? My thoughts travel back to the night before: Men, chains, skin, pain. I...
