Revenge

Chapter 7: Unbelievable

Chapter 7: Unbelievable

Nate leads me down the corridor, not even looking back at me to see if I was still there. I consider running, or just slipping away, but in some messed up way, it felt wrong. I feel full of excitement. Nate had saved me in a way. I can tell he's angry by the pace he is walking and how he is stomping his feet. He turns down into a hallway. I follow him around the corner. Before I can react, I see he has stopped and he is facing me. He wraps his hands around my neck and slams my back into the cold wall.

"I can't control him! Why don't you get that!" He screams at me. He doesn't look angry, he looks scared. I feel my windpipe being squished of all air. I can't breathe. I can't make out what comes out after that. His face turns into a terrified expression and he jumps backwards, releasing me. I fall to my knees, holding my aching throat. It almost makes me forget about my arm. Almost. My ears feel hot and my cheeks boil. He just stares down at me, his eyes glassy. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he mutters. I can hear the weakness in his voice, the shakiness of his voice. I stand slowly. I place my palms on his chest, then something shoots through my mind. Anger. Rage. I shove him as hard as I can backwards. His back slaps into the opposite wall. He still doesn't look angry, he now looks surprisingly calm. That scares me even more.

"Why am I here?" I whisper to him. He runs his tongue along his teeth.

"You're not ready," He then continues walking down the hall.

"Hey!" I shout after him. I keep a brisk pace as I try to catch up with him. I grab one of his broad shoulders roughly. He spins around so we're face-to-face. "I'm pretty sure I'm ready to know why I'm here!" I shout. I drop my hand and step back, afraid he'll hurt me again. He begins to, of all things, chuckle. I raise my hand, without thinking, and strike him across the face. His chuckles get caught in his throat. I take another step back, shocked at what I had just done. I stare at him waiting for a response, instead, he turns and continues walking. I follow silently.

The bathroom is an empty tiled room with a shower head hanging from the ceiling. Nate turns and opens a cabinet behind the door. Inside are clothes, towels, soap, and shampoo. He hands me a stack of clothes, a towel, a bar of soap, and a bottle of shampoo. I hold all the stuff close to my chest so I won't drop them.

"When you're done, knock twice on the door," he whispers as he walks out the door, slamming it behind him. I place the towel and clothes on the ground away from the shower head. I take the tank top off slowly, afraid someone is going to burst in through the door at any minute. Shivers run up my spine as I see I'm not wearing my bra, I'm wearing a different one. I look in the stack of clothes and find a bra and underwear. There's no way I'm removing the bra and underwear.

I take off the pants and walk over to the shower head. I take the cold metal in my hands and turn the nozzles on the wall. The water is ice cold!

I turn the red nozzle all the way around. The water begins to warm up. As I begin to pour the shampoo into the palm of my hand, the door flies open. I drop everything. The shower head, the soap, and the shampoo. I look over at the door, covering myself with my arms. I'm not completely naked, but I might as well be!

Harold stands in the doorway, scanning me up and down. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He shuts the door slowly and slowly glides over to me. I back as far as I can against the wall. He's the predator, I'm the prey.

He stops when our chests are pressed against each other. The smell of alcohol on his breath bring tears to my eyes. He smiles smugly at me. "Has your flower been plucked, sweetie?" He asks, running his index finger up my leg. My eyes widen at him and he smiles even brighter. I try to step around him, but he grabs my shoulders and slams my back into the wall.

"Let me go," I whisper, my voice cracking.

"I asked you a question," he asks in a stern voice. I bite my lip. No. I am a virgin.

I can't think of a right answer. Should I tell him I'm a virgin? Or should I lie? "Hello!" He screams at me, making me jump.

"Yes, my flower has been plucked by my boyfriend," I lie. I don't even have a boyfriend.

He smiles so wide, I can see how black his teeth are.

"Then I guess you'll have some experience, then," he whispers. His cold hands begin up my back. My body shakes uncontrollably as I try to get away. But where can I even go? Suddenly, my bra falls to the ground.

I try shoving him backwards, but I fall to my knees on the tiled floor. "I'm not up for that right now, sweetie," he whispers in a seductive voice. I feel my chest slam into the ground. I cant help it, I let out cries for help, as if someone would help me. I feel the underwear I'm wearing being ripped from my body. I let out a ferocious scream. I attempt to crawl away, but he drags me back towards him. I hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt buckle.

"Help me!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I see the door launch open as Nate charges in.

"Hey!" He screams. He lunges at his father, making him release me. I can't stand, so I crawl to the corner and sit there watching Nate yell at his father. I bring my knees to my chest, covering my bare breasts, and wrap my arms around them.

"We are not going to be those kind of people!" Nate shouts. Harold storms off out the door. Nate turns to me, my body shaking uncontrollably. "Are you okay?" He asks. I sit there, staring at him in silence. He realizes I won't be talking. "At least let me take you to your room."

He walks over to the stack of clothes, and hands them to me. He turns and looks away as I pull everything on. After I'm done, he holds out his hand for me to take. I don't take it and I walk past him, still shaking. Tears spill onto my face as I walk down the hall. I am not going to see my father anytime soon.