The Abused

Chapter 6

When I woke up I was laying in my bed in a nightgown. How did I get in my bed? When I passed out I was on the floor. I sat up and my head felt like it was being split in two.

"Urg." I mumbled in pain.

"You shouldn't be sitting up. Alfredo did a number on you." A voice said. I looked over towards the sofa that was in my room and saw a figure sitting there.

"And who are you? What the hell are you doing in my room?" I growled.

"I'm the doctor. Dr. Mitchell. But you can call me James. Everyone else does." Dr. Mitchell said.

"Why are you here?"

"Felix sent for me. He said he came in after Alfredo left and said you were not responding to him. Which to me it's a miracle you don't have any broken bones."

"Yeah. I guess so." I mumbled

"I told Alfredo that you will not be able to leave your room for about a month and a half. I will be checking up on you twice a week until I say you are better. Then you may leave this room and go back to work. Understand?" He raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded my head and winced from the pain. "Good. Now Miss Hernandez go back to bed that's all you can do." Dr. Mitchell nodded his head and walked out of my room.

One week later

I've been sitting in bed, staring at my wall for three hours. Everyday Alfredo comes in here, forces himself on me and then leaves. Even though I'm hurt that still doesn't stop him.  I hear someone knock on my door so I lay down and pretend I'm sleeping.

"Caterina?" Felix calls. After a few seconds I hear him close my door. I stand up from my bed, walk into my bathroom, lock the door, sit in the tub and pull out the knife I've been hiding. I twist it around in my hands for awhile then finally I place it on my wrist and cut. Blood starts pouring from my wrist. I slash the other wrist too. I lean back in the tub and wait for death to come. Just before I black out I hear the door being broken off it's hinges.

Felixs pov

For some reason Alfredo doesn't give a shit what the doctor tells him. He still rapes Caterina everyday. I have to hear her screams from down the hallway. It kills me more and more each time.

I knock on her door but I get no response. I slowly open it.

"Caterina?" I call. I look around and see that she's laying in bed sleeping. I smile and shut her bedroom door and walk away.

I've been in the kitchen for about ten minutes. I get this bad feeling in my stomach so I get up and walk to Caterinas room.

As I get to her door I stop in front of it and knock. Nothing. I shrug my shoulders and walk inside. She wasn't in her bed. I walk over to the bathroom door and try to open it but it's locked. I pound on the door. "Caterina!!" I break the door off its hinges only to see her in the tub with her wrists slashed.