Trapped (Finished)

Chapter 9

Gavin watched me shove another burger in my mouth. I was on my third burger, enjoying the flavors. Well, after the first one I wasn't. He let out a small laugh. "I have never seen a girl eat so much," his voice was light and warming, but it reminded me of what Nathan said once.

I was on my second plate of food. Nathan had made steaks, baked potatoes, and corn. He watched me as I had shoveled food in my mouth. I was about to put a piece of steak in my mouth when he stopped me. "Yes, Nathan?" I set my fork down and smiled softly.

"I have never seen a girl eat so much," he paused. I blushed deeply. "It's fucking disgusting." He got up and grabbed my plate, tossing it in the trash. He sat back down in his seat and continued eating. My stomach growled. "For now on, you can't eat unless I say you can." My gaze dropped. It was only a month into our relationship but he was already abusive. I cried myself to sleep that night.

"Charlotte?" Gavin's voice brought me back to reality. I sat my burger down and set it on the food tray. "What's wrong?"

"I forgot. I'm not allowed to eat yet," I quietly said.

"What?" he angrily asked.

"I'm full. Thanks," I said a little louder, smiling.

"Does that fucker also not let you eat?" he slammed his hand on the table, causing me to flinch in fear. I pulled my scarf up to my eyes, trying to hide my face. "I'm not going to hurt you, Charlotte." I realized I had started to curl up, putting my hands in front of my face. I settled back down, my body screaming in pain from tensing up. "Let me look at your wounds," he whispered.

"Okay..." He helped me out of the booth and guided me to his car. I whimpered as I walked, my body was so sore. Each step was agonizing. He shushed me, but not in an angry way that Nathan did. It was... full of car. It was alien to me.

I lay in the back seat, letting my body rest. Gavin got in the driver's seat and drove off. "Where do you live?"

"No," I gasped, my lungs on fire again.

"Then we'll go to my place. I have what we need anyway."

I lay on his bed, taking the room in. He had trophies lined along one wall. Football. Soccer. Mathletes. So many trophies. The light blue walls were so welcoming. His grey bed spread almost lulled me to sleep. It was way more comfortable then mine and Nathan's.

Gavin came into the room, carrying a black tote. He set it on the bed sat beside me. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and looked at me. "Is it okay?" he whispered.

My heart raced. I was so scared of him seeing the bruises and cut. Then I realized two things: One; I never put on a bra, and Two; he's here to help. "I don't have a bra on," I whispered back.

"Put your scarf on your... you know," he blushed hard, obviously embarrassed now. I couldn't. My neck had hand and rope marks and it helped hide my broken nose. I shook my head. He sighed and handed me a towel. He turned around while I layed it on my breasts.

"It's okay now," I say after a while. Nathan never turned around when I was changing. He's always stare at me like a predator watching its prey.

Gavin pulled my shirt off, gasping at what he saw. I started to cry but not too loud that Gavin can hear. "Oh my God, Charlotte. This isn't okay," his voice was full of anger and silence. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. "We only have two hours until school gets out."

"How bad is it?" I wiped my eyes.

"You have broken ribs. I..," he stuttered, "I can see how fucked up they are. Even with this so called bandage." He gagged, "My mom's a nurse. She's always taught me a lot on how to do this kind of stuff, but this is so fucked up." He grabbed a few things out of the tote and began to work.

"Hey. Wake up," a sweet voice whispered in my ear. I groaned and forced my eyes open. Gavin was staring at me with a worried look. I had passed out from the pain. "Feeling better?" I realized my body didn't hurt has much anymore. "I gave you a shot of pain killer. We need to leave now though. School gets out in thirty minutes." He helped me up and out to his car.

"Wait. I'm topless." I stopped him.

"I put your shirt back on," he assured me. "We're going to be late." HE scooped me up and put me in the back seat. I told him our address before passing out.