Of Bleeding Pride

Chapter 3

chapter 3:

SAMANTHA POV

  "Wakey, wakey princess."

  I heard a stern voice seep through my mind like venom. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to open my eyes; because I knew then I'd have to face the reality of my situation.

  But the chances were I'd be forced in some hideous way to just get up. He'd probably drag me by my hair out the door, knowing from experience.

  I slowly opened my eyes, trying to decipher his position. Please don't be about to kill me -

He was sat on a chair in the corner, looking straight at me. His eyes were heavily guarded, giving away absolutely nothing. I fixated my gaze on him, waiting for a warning that I was about to be in some kind of hideous pain or abuse.

  He seemed calm. Too calm.

  I just stared, waiting for any sign of anything, but he just stared back. Please say something please say something please say something please say something -

  "Take a shower. We have a long day ahead of us." He said blankly, calmly standing and heading out the door. I watched his figure retreat, my mind still trying to wake up and prepare for absolutely anything.

  Silence.

  When I was absolutely certain he'd gone, I dragged myself out of the false safety of the blankets and went straight to the bathroom, being sure to lock door behind me.

  I was a wreck.

  My hair was thick in a knot of tangles, my clothes rumpled and dirty, make-up smudged and my skin was oily and uncomfortable with a sticky feeling.

  I wish I had a toothbrush, to at least get rid of the furry feeling in my teeth as well. Even some spearmint chewing gum would do the trick.

  I turned the shower tap on, pulling out a towel. I pulled off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror.

What has this life done to me? The brown eyed girl stared back at me, but I didn't recognise her. She was someone messed up beyond belief.

  Alluring curves and a pretty face was all a deception. Underneath it all, I was ugly.

  The 20 year old girl looking at me had dropped out of school grade ten and had done nothing with her life except selling drugs for the Devil Bangers. She had a possessive tattoo on her wrist chaining her to the club and a scar on her stomach from a lesson she'd never forget. Her body was wretched and used.

  She was me.

  The glass from the mirror began to fog up when the water was hot, so I jumped in, rinsing away the greasy feeling on my skin with the cheap hotel soap.

  The hot water felt wonderful, relaxing my tense muscles and bruises. Carefully, I worked the shampoo into my hair. My roots felt like they had been yanked nearly clean off.

  I stood in the shower, just letting the hot water slide down my body. This was a blissful fraction of Hell; my only breath of relief through all of the pain.

  I closed my eyes, letting the feeling sink in, forgetting who I was and where I was and why...when there was an incredibly hard knock on the door.

  Any harder and he would have brought the whole door down.

  "Hurry up Samantha." Jake bellowed sternly on the other side, an incredibly harsh edge to his tone. He was pissed off.

  Almost instantaneously, I shut off the water and my mind snapped back into reality; back into my hopeless situation.