The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 21

"How are we going to get out of here?" I asked after he kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm not sure.  But in the process, we need to get all these girls out.  They don't deserve this." He explained.

Just then, another knock on the door downstairs startled us.  We knew this meant either safety, or another man.  So I had to quickly get back into the nauseating position of the ropes that burned my wrists, ankles and stomach.  Norman got up, and sat beside me while we listened to the peoples conversations downstairs.

"Have you guys seen this women?" A man asked.  "Her name's Grace." 

I couldn't tell who it was, but apperantly Norman did.  "SEAN!" He yelled, getting up and walking to the door.

"Don't leave," I said, a bit too fast.  Norman laughed, "Never." He then cracked the door and stuck his head out.

"Oh my God, Norman!" Sean said, pushing through the people and coming up the stairs.

"Don't let him come in!" I warned, but by then, it was too late.  They've already shut the door and locked it.  Sean tried to turn around and catch it, but that only resulted in him getting a punch to the head and Norman acting without thinking.  I tried to stop him, forgetting I'm in the ropes again, but the door shut and I was left alone to hear the cocks of guns, punching of heads, and footsteps by the door.  Wait, what?

"Lock the doors!" A man from downstairs yelled up to the other group members.

"NO!" Norman yelled, trying to get to me but only to be held back by a bunch of men.

I thought he said Never.  I thought, watching as the door opened as a new man stepped in.  He had no shirt on, had sagging shorts that revealed his underwear, and was smoking a cigarette.  His shirt was clutched in his empty hand, and he closed the door and locked it.  He stared up at me and smiled.

"NORMAN!" I screamed, only to see the guy jogging over, putting the cigarette in his mouth, and holding his hand over my mouth.

"Shh, shh, shh," He said, putting his shirt on the ground and his cigarette in an ashtray that was on top of one of the side tables.  His hand brushed my hair back and his eyes fell to my collarbone.  "You want your friend Norman to come up and help you?" He made a pouty face.

I ordered my trembling to stop, but when his rough fingertips slid down my back, I pushed forward, not wanting him to feel the scars.   he felt me resisting and quickly swung his hand as it clashed into my cheekbone.  I winced and my head swung down the way he punched me.  Sqealing and in agony, I sat through his beats.  He liked to punch.

I'm wrecked.  I'm a mess.  I've lost all hope of NOT ruining my life.  

The man tried to get more punches, but he finally left.  Leaving me to think of all the memories of these dirty, rude people.

The echoes and rings from downstairs made me start to think of when Norman did his best to defend me at his house.  Since he didn't have a cast this time, I knew he could do better.  I heard him and Sean fighting their way upstairs, and winning.  

Scaring me, the man came back in with that spoon of medicine.  I pursed my lips together resisting, but he pushed it so hard, I had to open.  

"Let's see what you think now." He said, as I tried ever so hard so stay awake and myself.  I managed to stay awake, but it backfired since I had to experience all the pain.  The only reason I didn't want to take the medicine was because: Who knows what else it coud do to me!

This man had no mercy.  Tearing at my flesh, probably scratching a new scar in my back, kicking my legs with his boots still on, pinching my arms which caused sharp pinches to make me flinch.