Destiny ~ Book Two Of The "Meant to Be" Series

Chapter 32

Eric isn't the only one keeping me here. There are others too. Some of his friends and him. Of course I should of known Eric isn't smart enough to track and hack your phone, kidnap you, and get away with it without anyone knowing what happened all alone. He needed help.
     The pas few days were terrible. I haven't seen any sunlight in almost a week, or maybe even longer. I was forced into sexual activity with one of Eric's friends just a few hours ago. I'm wasn't a virgin before, but I've only did it three times, maybe four with Tobias. Now the number grew to six or seven times.
     I don't even know the names of the men who took advantage of me. They took my clothes and only left my undergarments and a jacket. At first I didn't want to wear the jacket, because I have no idea whose is it, but the sensation of the cold floor and the chili air left me no choice. No matter how much I try to cover myself with the jacket, or the sheets of the bed on the corner of the room, nothing is warm enough to stop my body from shivering. I can't even feel my fingers, or my legs sometimes.
     It must be the end of July, or the beginning of August. It should be warm outside, but in the room I'm forced to stay into it must be less than zero degrees.
They don't give me food to eat very often. They probably skipped a day or two. Even if they give me anything to eat, they only give me a slice of bread, a banana or a granola bar. The only times they enter the room, is when they beat me, shoot facts at me that Tobias does not love me – which I have slowly started to believe, without my own wanting, use my body as if it's a toy, or throw food or pieces of clothing at me.
I wonder if they did the same thing to Olivia. I am eighteen-years-old, and Olivia is only six. If I'm going out of my mind, I wonder how she's handling everything.
The door opens. Light peeks through the other side of the door, making m bob my head up in fear, wondering what they want this time, or at least try to identify the person that will torture me this time. My shaking hands are placed on the ground, where I sit leaning on the wall, trying to push me as far away from this room, trying to push me deep into the wall. The man lets the door slightly open, letting the bulb light from the other side of the door spark through the darkness of this room, making me confirm that I am not blind, and I can see. When you spend too much time in darkness, you start questioning if it really is dark, or your eyes just stopped working.
I look up to the man, terrified. He moves slowly, watching me and my every move. I squint my eyes, trying to take a good look of his face. My mouth draws open as my eyes fill with tears when I realize who this person is. I cover my mouth with my hand.
"You wouldn't be going through any of this if you weren't too obsessive around your boyfriend, and just realized I was the best for you," he says and I shake my head, forcing myself to believe Im hallucinating. "You were too busy babysitting his little sister to even understand that he has been cheating on you." I keep shaking my head as quiet sobs escape me. I close my eyes, not wanting to look at him again. "You're really pathetic. Running around his sister, thinking it's your fault, while he didn't even give a shit. He was just using and playing with you. Do you really think that a man like Four, who is still only twenty-years-old would be in a serious relationship with a stupid, immature eighteen-year-old? See, that, is pathetic." He approaches me slowly as he talks, sitting on his knees in front of me and taking my hands out of my face. He brushes my hair away and smoothly tucks them behind my ear.
"Dylan, stop!" I say between blubbers.
Dylan, the one who helped me get the container of milk when I couldn't reach it, the one that always showed up at my house several minutes after I called him over when I had emotional meltdowns, the one that helped me with the pain, and that helped me take my mind off Tobias by taking me to different activities, the one that flew from LA to Chicago just so he could spend more time with me, the one I trusted my house to– Dylan, my best friend – is not the Dylan I see now.
"If he really loved you, Tris, wouldn't he already find you by now? He's so relieved you're gone. Now he can live in peace with his stupid little sister and the girl that used to babysit her. Nita. Was that her name?" Everyone is making me believe that Tobias does not love me. That he never did, actually. I never thought words could have such a huge impact on the things I believe the most in, change my whole perspective. When you really think of it, I'm not the kind of girl anyone would be happy of pleased with. I'm not as beautiful as the other girls, I do not have any curves, long eyelashes, tall body or sharp jawline. I can not please anyone. I have no special talents or anything unique to make me loved.
Tears continually stream down my face. "Why are you keeping me here?" I ask, trying to keep my head down so I won't have to look at him. His hand slaps hard on my cheekbone, making my body press to the ground and yelp in pain.
"Look at me when you speak!" He yells. I sob, and manage to sit up again. I take deep breaths, trying to blink my tears away so I can look at him more clearly. He slaps me again and I scream. I feel bruises forming on my face immediately. He stands up, and starts kicking me. Inhuman screams come out of my mouth. I can't breathe, since he's hitting me on my ribcage, causing my lungs not to work properly. "You whore!" He taunts me while he beats the life out of me.
By the time he's done, my whole body is covered in bruises and cuts, bloody and numb. The pain was so much, I can't even feel a thing by now. I have lost control over my body movements. I can't even keep my eyes open. Everything seems blurry and I can't see well. My body falls to the ground, and I no longer feel. I pass out. Darkness gets the best of me.