What happened this Summer, Emma Carter?

Chapter 15

"You think you can drink around like that and get away with it? Are you serious Jennifer?" Michael questioned while walking closer to me. I groaned in pain and held my body as I laid there on the floor. My stomach was in unbearable pain, I let out a cough only to feel warmth on my hand that covered my mouth. Was this blood? "Answer me Jennifer!" He screamed. I couldn't talk, for some reason my body wouldn't allow me. I opened my mouth trying to let some word out of my mouth, but nothing raised to the surface. The pain was too much for me to handle. "I SAID ANSWER ME!" Michael screamed once more while yanking a fistful of my hair. I screamed as a result and begged for him to stop hurting me.

"Please Michael stop!" I cried while coughing up more blood.

"You don't drink unless I tell you to, you leave me no choice." He trailed off. I laid there waiting for him to finish his sentence. "She's all yours." He whispered barely loud enough for me to hear.
What's going on?

"Oh my God, you are a fucking mess." An unrecognizable voice stated. Who is this? "He just had to hand over to slop, why couldn't he have gave me something clean?" I tried to move around so I could see who was talking. "Oh no don't do that." He stated. I listened and just laid there like he told me to. The man slowly lifted me up and laid me down on a semi-comfortable table. I stared up to the ceiling, but I still couldn't see anything. "What does he expect me to do with you?" He questioned. I tried to shrug or let out any type of word to let him know I am still alive. "I just told you not to do anything. Why don't you listen? Jesus Christ. Okay." The man walked away, his footsteps sounded farther and farther away as he kept walking. He was far, but I could still hear him talking to someone. Was it Michael? The footsteps came back and for a moment I was hopeful that it was the other man. "Okay, I know what to do now. I'm sorry, but you're going to be in a lot of pain." He warned. My heart rate started to increase in fear.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my patient?" A third man screamed.

"Your patient?" The man asked.

"Yes! My patient!" He shoved the man out of the way and freezing cold hands grabbed ahold of my wrist. "Her pulse is decreasing! Are you a fucking moron? She would have died on this god damn table if I wouldn't have came up here!" He screamed in pure irritation.

"Well? What are we going to do?" The first man asked.

"What does he want done?" I heard whispers from the both of them. "Okay, well we will have to do this quick. And I mean quick!" The table I had been laying on was now rolling in a different direction. I started to have the chills everywhere while my eye vision blurred. Everything I saw came in threes.

"In the chair doctor." The man stated. The two of them lifted me up and threw me onto a metal chair that had some leather on it. "Hands." He ordered. The both of them snatched my arms and strapped them to the sides of the chair. One of them then grabbed ahold of my head and strapped it to the chair and did the same for my legs.

"I can't watch." The doctor mumbled before walking away.

"No one said you have to. Now..." the man looked around and then back at me, "Emma Summer Carter is it?" He asked. My heart skipped a beat in hope knowing someone knew my real name.

"Yes...that's...that's my name." I tried to talk.

"Okay. You're 21?" I nodded. "Repeat after me."

"Repeat..?" I asked in confusion.

"This is for your own good. Repeat after me."

"Wait, why?" I could feel my heart pounding.

"Follow my instructions Emma." He tried to convince me. I won't listen. I will stay strong and survive this. No.

"No. No. Get. GET ME OUT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Emma! REPEAT THESE WORDS!" He yelled.

"NO!" I cried.

"You leave me no choice." He walked away behind a big wall and locked me inside a metal room. I am lost. Where the hell am I? Within seconds I felt an instant surge of pain going throughout my body. I threw my head back as far as it could go and screamed as loud as I could in pain. The pain stopped. I struggled to breathe, but got my air back. "Repeat." He ordered. His voice echoed in the room. It's either to die or to repeat. Just repeat Emma. They are just words. Just words. "My name is Jennifer Artero."

"No." I refused.

"My name is Jennifer Artero." He repeated. I shook my head in refusal. He kept attempting. I won't do anything, but refuse to give him what he wants. No.

I don't know what happened. What the hell happened? I'm back in my room.