Promise I Will

09

The moist air hitting the tiles surrounding me turning into water droplets. The cold radiating off it, sending shivers down my cold weak body. I lay like a sick puppy waiting in a box written 'free' on it. Tears run a path down my cheeks and fall to their death. Sometimes I wish I was a tear drop.

Aches strong from my side. The pain spreads. Tears of pain mixing with broken ones. My mind spinning. Woozy, nauseous, pained, washed out.

"Help... Someone." I cry for the tenth time since I was tortured and thrown around like a rag doll.

Still nothing. Why do I bother?

My side throbs, almost as if I have been leaning on the corner of a table. Its pain, dramatic and loud. Yelling out for someone to care for it.

"Hello?" a voice booms.

I sigh, finally someone. "Help." I manage at the back of my throat. Sounding almost a gurgle.

"What happened?" The voice speaks out again as the door is fiddled with. Finally, it swings open, revealing the damage done from Olivia and her 'friends'.

"Just help." I wince as I struggle to move, showing my bound hands behind my back.

"Y-yeah... Yeah..."He stutters a bit, but soon he's on his knees behind my back, untying the band around my wrists.

I hiss as he pulls the ropes rubbing the raw skin underneath it. "Sorry!"

"It's fine. I've had worse." I announce.

"There." He states and he gently takes the rope. He holds out his hand as he stands. I take it cautiously.

"Um, what happened?" I laughed, not realizing how much of a maniac I sounded like. The position I was in, then laughing. But I couldn't help it. "How many times are you going to ask that same question."

I rub at my wrists, looking up at him. "Well, you were just tied up on the ground. You have bruises on your arms and legs, a red mark on your cheek, and I'm going to guess you have bruises in other places as well. And you're in the Men's room...."

I cough, "Yea, sorry."

"You haven't answered my question." He chuckles.

"Uh. Nothing. I don't want to talk about it."

"Can I at least know your name?" I walk over to the sink to wash my hands and face. I turn the tap on and answer him, "Anna."

"Anna... That's nice. My name is Bailey." He followed close on my heels and propping his arm on the wall as I wash myself off.

"I guess." I shrug.

"Does Anna have a last name?"

My brow goes up, did he really ask the question like that? "Mills. Anna Mills."

"Animals. Nice." He jokes. I shake my head back and forth and roll my eyes. What a classic. I walk to the paper towel dispenser and dry my hands and face.

"Yeah, whatever." I throw my trash away and turn to face him. He was now standing tall with his arms crossed, promoting his muscles.

"Thank you... Um...."I cringe, embarrassed that I already forgot his name.

"Bailey... Bailey Decker." He sweetly smiled.

"Thank you, Bailey Decker..." I turn to the door.

"See you around." Bailey says from behind.

I pretend I don't hear him and walk out of the washroom. I sigh in relief that it was all over. I can go home. I can relax. But for some reason as I walk down the hall, I feel as if I know this wasn't the end of this day. There was still something else to come, but what?