Trapped (Finished)

Chapter 8

I looked at Nathan as he left the room with the empty bowl and plastic bag full of bloody gauze. It's the next day and he's been keeping a close eye on me. He's been stern but there is a small presence of love, pure love. My whole body ached with pain. It was never ending. Every time I shifted in my sleep, I was woken up by a giant flare of pain. Nathan would tell him to shut up when I cried in pain.

He came back in with a bucket and a rag. Time to get cleaned off. He sat on the bed by me and soaked the rag in the water. He ran the cold cloth across my forehead, letting the water run down my face. I let out a small sigh, feeling relaxed. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice still hoarse. He ignores me and keeps wiping my face and body. Every time I winced, he would press lighter.

When he was done, he left me alone to sleep. I was grateful for him keeping his distance. I looked out the window, watching the light start to turn dark. The quiet was peaceful, helping me fall asleep.

"Wake up," Nathan's voice wakes me up. I flutter my eyes open, seeing Nathan sitting above me.

"Nathan...?" I cough. I try to move but something restrains me. "What are you..?"

"Trying something new." He unzipped his pants and pulled the blanket off me.

"Nathan! Please! I don't feel good," my voice was so raspy. I coughed, yelling irritated my throat. I started to sob, just wanting to be left alone. I didn't want to hurt anymore then I already did. He put a ball gag in my mouth as I yelled hoarsely and grinned ear to ear at me. "Please," I sobbed, my plea muffled. He ignored me, lifting my robe up. I don't want this. Please.. My world went white with pain. My screams muffled by the gag.

I sobbed quietly to myself. I had thought Nathan changed his nature because I was hurt. He took the gag out and untied the ropes. He patted me on the shoulder and left the room, leaving me to cry to myself.

I wish I could roll onto my side so I can curl into a ball and sob into my knees. When I sobbed deeply, my sides stopped me, making me yelp in pain. I was tired of feeling like this. I need to see Gavin, I thought. I looked up at the ceiling, thinking of a plan.

A couple days past, Nathan didn't really talk to me. He just fed me, changed my bandages, and dabbed my forehead with the cold rag. I just let myself sleep as much as I could to help my body recover. I decided when Nathan leaves to go to school, I'll leave the house. I would head to the school and text Gavin on my way. I had found out Gavin put his number in my phone and texted me if I ever wanted to talk.

Nathan left a couple sandwiches on the nightstand for me before leaving to go to school. I gestured for him to lean down and I kissed him on his cheek, hoping him a good day. He left, shutting the bedroom door on the way out. When I heard the car turn on and drive away, I reached for the rope Nathan had tied me in. I looped it around the head board and grabbed onto it tight. I pulled myself into a sitting position, screaming in pain. I ignored the pain and kept trying to stand up. I took a break once I was sitting, taking in deep breaths. I can't give up now.

I eventually made it to the front door after slowly getting dressed into decent clothes. Every step sent pain shooting up my body. I grabbed one of my old crutches from a few years back and headed out the door, I'm not giving up.

I texted Gavin and told him to meet me behind the school by the dumpsters. The school wasn't very far, maybe about a mile from our house. It didn't take me very long to get there.

When I turned the corner and saw Gavin, his face lightened up but instantly darkened when he saw me with the crutch and struggling to walk. My legs started to buckle, my energy was running low. Gavin ran over and caught me before I could manage to hit the ground. I gasped for air, thankful for him catching me. "What the fuck did he do to you?" His voice was full of anger. He looked me up and down. I could tell my face was caked in blood from my nose. "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No," I managed to say. My raspy voice caught him by surprise.

"No? You look like crap. No offense. And you look like you're in a lot of pain. I want to help you, Charlotte," his voice was calm and full of concern.

"I..I'm fine..," I whisper, still struggling to catch my breath. My lungs felt like they were on fire. Gavin scrambled in his pocket, looking for something. He pulled out an inhaler and handed it to me. My arms didn't obey me, they hung motionless, not listening to me. He held it up to my lips and I took in a deep breath. I coughed deeply, my lungs soaking up the fresh air. "Thank you." I closed my eyes.

"Yep.." He sat on the ground, laying my head in his lap. He put a hand on my head and played with my hair. When he touched the sore spot on the back of my head, I yelped. He stiffened up. "I'm sorry."

"I-It's fine..," I managed to say. It wasn't fine. My head was flaring up in pain again.

"Let me take you somewhere. Hungry?" My stomach growled. I hadn't been eating that well. Soup every day isn't a very ideal diet. Gavin seemed to hear my stomach because he laughed. God that laugh made me feel weak. "Alright, let's go." He helped me up and we headed to his car.