Broken

Most painful memory.

Welcome to the second chapter, this chapter is a bit long but please bear with me. There are graphic scenes in this chapter please proceed with caution. You have been warned.

8 years ago~

My eyes felt to heavy to open, my head was still spinning and my body felt like and elephant was sitting on me.When I finally opened my eyes, I found that I was laying down in the backseat of my uncle's car. It was raining and because my uncle had his windows down, some drops had fallen on my face. I heard an angry voice and realize it was my uncle."-Yes I have him but you can go back and tell your boss I also have him for the night, I paid remember!". I guess the person he was talking to didn't reply or maybe they spoke softly because I didn't hear anything after that. My uncle was talking about me, what did he paid for? Why would I be with him for the night? Why was I in his car, why wasn't I in my bed? I tried to sit up but I realized that my hands were tied behind my back and my legs were also tied. When I tried to wiggle out of the bonds on my hands, I felt something warm run down my wrist and realized that my bonds had cut my wrists open. This had to a bad dream, this can't be happening, this is some sick twisted joke. Oh God, someone please save me. I felt panic rising in my throat but it felt like I would choke because my throat felt closed. I wanted to scream for help but I felt to weak. My uncle yanked his car door opened and got in. He said a couple cuss words under his breathe before starting the car and driving away. I stayed silent and when he would turn to look at me, I would pretend that I was still sleeping. What time was it? Were mom, dad and Alex home? Have they realize that Uncle Ryan took me? Where was he taking me anyway? Why had he tied me up and put me in his back seat? I felt sick to my stomach, something felt wrong terribly wrong. I wondered if I hit the car door hard enough, if it would open. It probably wouldn't, I wasn't heavy enough, even if it did I wouldn't get anywhere, I was tied up. Sweat had made my wavy brown hair stick to my face. A couple minutes later the car came to a stop. I tried my best to look out the window and it seemed like we were at a warehouse. I slide down in the seat just a little and when my uncle opened the back door I kicked him in the nose.I wanted to break his nose but my kick wasn't hard enough, but I did make his nose bleed and I knew it was going to be swollen for a good two weeks. He fall on the ground in pain and cursed. I had made my uncle mad because when he got up, he dragged me out of his car by my hair. I had no idea where we were.We got to the door of a black warehouse and there were two man standing guard. They looked at my uncle and nodded their heads and opened the door for him, they looked like killers, we pasted them and went inside. I couldn't see anything at first but as he walked to the center of the warehouse with him dragging me along the lights came on. He was looking around for something and it seemed like he found it. He dragged me to a metal pole and tied my hands above my head, he untied my legs and that was a mistake on his part.I lifted my leg to my chest and kicked him straight in the nose again before he could react and this time and I heard a crack. My uncle screamed in pain while holding his nose and I heard a voice from outside of warehouse door "what's happening in there?!". My uncle yelled back "nothing, it's not important!". He dropped his hand down to his side for a moment and in the next second, his fist collided with my jaw. I screamed but he covered my mouth, I sinked my teeth into his flesh and he screamed again. With his free hand he slammed my head back into the metal pole. I immediately let go of his hand, I felt like he cracked my skull, my vision darken at the edges and I felt silent tears stream down my face. I heard my uncle say in an angry voice "if you would have just behave yourself, I wouldn't have had to do that!". After that I didn't attack him again. I had zoned out and I snapped out of it when I felt his hands on me, his touch made my skin crawl. I did not know the man who knelt before me. Sweat had made his dark brown hair stick to his face, his eyes seem to almost be black with desire? His nose had turned to a sick black and blue color, his tan skin seem darker in the dim light. My throat had become raw from my screams and begging. He had a sinful smile on his face when he slide my pajama pants down to my ankles. Realization hit me so hard it knocked the air out my lungs. He was going to...no,no,no!!!! I started to scream for him to stopped but it was like he didn't hear me anymore. He played with me through my boxers and I wanted to throw up at that moment. He took off my boxers and I tried to pull away from his touch while closing my legs but he yanked me back and painful spread my legs back opened. I prayed and begged for him to stop but it was useless. He got on top of me and put his lips to my ear, I turned the other way in disgust, fear and horror. He whispered in my ear "Tyler what I'm about to do is not your fault...I need you to know that I still love you". It was a lie, he didn't love me, he had to have hated me or else why would he be doing this to me? If it wasn't my fault, then who's is it? What did I do to deserve this? In the next moment, I felt like I was being ripped apart, I felt something warm run down my legs. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. A new wave of tears hit me and run down my face. What was happening, why was my uncle doing this, why was I in so much pain? Why was there blood running down my legs? He pulled out of me and I laid there in pain and felt disgusted and used. When he cleaned up and he put his clothes back on, he stared at me and all at once "emotion" came into his eyes. He knelt down in front of me and reached out to touch my cheek, with the little to no strength I had left, I pulled out of his reach. Tears ran down his face and before my heart would have ached to see this man cry but now I felt nothing for him. After his guilty cry of twenty-five minutes he wiped his face and lean in to kiss my right temple. He always did that before he told me good night, I use to giggle when he did that, now it just made my skin crawl. He repeated "I'm sorry" like he actually cared but I wasn't listening to him anymore. When I finally looked up, he had left, I shivered not because it was cold but because I felt the cold within me. My eyes burned from how much I had cried, a single tear came down as I thought to myself "why me?".