Make it Through

Toture

The time was going to slow. I waited for Jaime and Cristal to get home from school; I had the advantage of getting home first because I decided to walk home. The excitement was killing me, the blood in my veins were rushing; it was exhilarating. Finally the bus arrived and they both got off, I turned on the TV to not look suspicious. The handle on the front door turned then the door was open. My heart started to beat rapidly but I tried to slow it down by slowly breathing. Jaime came in first; he ran over to me with a red face, he must have had a bad day. “I don’t know what you were thinking last night; but it’s never going to happen again.

 (That’s what he says.)

“No you don’t tell me what to do, I just don’t care anymore!”

He glared at me for a second, started to think then said, “Well, say that to your sister!” He grabbed Cristal when she entered and threw her to the ground, she started to cry.

         “You asshole!” I said as I lurched myself towards him with a great amount of force. He jumped out of the way and reached into his book bag and pulled out a gun. (Where did he manage to get a gun?) He pointed the gun at me and he noticed that this hadn’t scared me it excited me in a way, my adrenaline went sky high. He noticed me look at Cristal with concern and with that he turned the gun from me to her. I knew I was now at a standstill, I also knew that he knew that he had won from the look in his eyes. “Don’t hurt her” was all I could say in a weak and defeated voice. She got up from the ground and just stood there looking at me square in the eye’s…those eyes had tears draining down her face and were full of desperation.

         I looked too… the desperation in her eyes got to me and I said “Okay you win just put the gun down and I will do as you say.” He smirked when he heard my surrendering message sink in. (I mean to me he was pretty slow) He seemed pretty pleased with my response, but my guess; he thought he was going too easy on me so the next thing he did was unexpected. He reached in his bag and pulled out some duct tape. (CRAP!)

         He lowered the gun down just a little and told me to go to my room; I wouldn’t go without Cristal she was still in harm’s way. “Crystal go to your room,” I told her in somewhat controlling words. She looked at me scared and began to walk to her room; Jaime grabbed her elbow and yanked her his way.

         “Let’s just keep Cristal for just a while longer, so I know you’ll do as I say and not fight back.” He knew me all too well

         “I won’t do anything wrong… I swear!” I hoped he wouldn’t harm her and that’s when I was sure tonight had to be the night we left.

         “Well she’s just a reassurance matter, just to make sure; you understand don’t you?” He wanted to be in full control, so he told me to put my hands over my head like in the movies when a cop caught a criminal. I followed him into my room Cristal always in the front with Jaime. As soon as we entered the room he told me to sit on my bed and put my hands to the side of my bed railing… I already knew what he was doing; pay back. One by one he took my hands and duck taped my left to the bed railing. I struggled and fought him so hard so he couldn’t do the same to my other hand Cristal ran to the bathroom and locked herself in it. She was safe.

         I head butt him, screamed in his ear, anything to get out of his grasp. He was going to hurt me and I knew this. I was so determined to get out of this situation, but as I struggled I got tired he got sick of it and punched me. I laid limb, what else was I supposed to do. He grabbed my other hand, smashed it against the railing; and taped it tighter then my other hand was. Our breathing was ruff, we both put up a fight; but in the end he was victorious.

         It wasn’t fair, why was everything in my life so bad. He left the room and I thought he would keep me like that till Earl got here. But of course like always I was wrong I hadn’t  notice that he went to my closet and came back in with some cloth and a baseball bat…(doesn’t that make me feel all happy inside…not!)  He came over by me and said, “I was going to be nicer, but you fought me and so that just means were going to have to do this much longer than planned and in a better more greater way. He looked at me with an unnatural look on his face.

         When he started to tie the cloth I said “Why don’t you just let me go and we can settle this properly.

         “No, paybacks a bitch” and with that he tied the cloth over my eyes so I couldn’t see. The worst of all beatings is a beating you can’t see. The darkness could make a grown man go crazy with all the pain that was coming…the unknown was suspenseful.

He started to punch me at first with a little regret, then anger that was probably put towards Earl.” You know

” I said well spitting out the bitter taste of blood in my mouth, not the first time I’ve had blood in my mouth or nose. “You do hit like a bitch.” I couldn’t help it, because he really did hit like one. I was afraid now, but kept my voice steady as I said “fight a fair fight” and that was when he gagged me.

         “You think you’re so smart, but you’re not!” By the way he said this; his eyes were probably fierce with rage. Everything went silent and then there was a sharp pain in my leg. I tried to not scream out or moan in pain he would have great satisfaction in this, so I took my punishment for doing the right thing. Something was slamming against my chest a crap load of times, then my legs and arms. I heard many crunches and that’s when I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I screamed out in pain and I think he liked that.

When I finally began to stop screaming or moving he took everything off me. I laid limb without movement at first, to tired or scared that he would try for another go. I started to move but couldn’t. The pain was excruciating and I couldn’t breathe to well. I felt like I had every single bone in my body broken and finally I passed out.

         I woke up to the sound of Earl’s truck pulling up in the driveway, that’s just what I needed right now, another pain. All I kept thinking about was what was he going to do to me now? I was scared; didn’t he do enough to me already?