After we talk a little bit, I decide I should go home before my mom gets too mad.
When I walk in the door, I find that the place is a mess. There are empty take-out coffee cups all over the kitchen table, tons of dirty dishes in the sink, and my mom is on the couch, with her head in her hands, crying.
I immediately realize what this looks like. The house looks exactly like when I got home from the hospital after the incident.
"Mom, I'm sorry."
"No you're not! You have no idea what you put me through today Kayla! I had the police out looking for you. I thought that somehow Mike got you again!"
"Mom, I'm fine."
"Get out!"
"Mom, what are you talking about?"
"I said get out! You think that you're 18 and can do what ever you want to do, then you can leave this house. Go find somewhere else to live because I can not deal with you putting me through this anytime you just 'forget' about calling me to let me know where you are."
"Mom, please don't do this," I say, sobbing slightly.
"I said get out Kayla."
I stood there, stunned, for about two seconds before I rushed upstairs and grabbed my gym bag, stuffing as much clothes as I could fit into it, along with the other necessities. Then, I grabbed my phone and called Matt.
"Hello?"
"Matt," I say, trying not to let it show that I am crying.
"Kayla, what's wrong?"
Shit.
"Matt, can I stay at your place tonight, my mom just kicked me out."
"What happened!?" he exclaims.
"She freaked out because I hadn't come home in a couple days and told me to get out. Please Matt, I have nowhere to go."
"Kayla, of course you can, come on over!"
I hang up the phone and rush past my mom, out of my house, and into my car before driving to Matt's house.
When I pull up, I see Matt standing out front, and he practically runs up to my car. He helps me out and the pulls me into a huge hug, and then pulls me toward the house and sits me down on the couch.
"Why would she do this?"
"She freaked out when I hadn't come home because she thought Mike had come for me."
"Is Mike the guy that did this to you?" he asks, putting his palm on my neck, where the biggest of the scars were.
"Yeah. She called the cops because she thought that he got to me again." I started sobbing all over again. "Matt, I feel so bad."
"Don't feel bad, she will come around, I promise. And until then, you can stay here as long as you need. I like your company."
I smile up at him and give him a huge hug.
"Kayla, I hate to ask... but can you please tell me what this mike guy did to you?"
More tears start to form in my eyes as the images start rushing back of those three nights that I was kept in that warehouse.
So I tell him exactly what happened. It's the first time that I have completely told anyone the whole story, Not even my mom has heard it all.
I already told him some of the story so I go straight to when I arrived at that sick place.
"When we got there, I already had lost so much blood. When the cars had crashed into mine I had banged my head pretty hard on the steering wheel and had a huge gash on my forehead, just above my hair line. I was disoriented and confused. When Mike opened the door to that godforsaken place I vomited. There were dead bodies everywhere. All of them were children, I was actually the oldest there. There were only five other kids there that were alive, and I was scared. They were all getting tortured in some way or another.
"They started my torture by slamming me into a wooden wall that had thousands of nails jutting out from it."
I stood up and showed him all the tiny circular scars on my back and then sat back down.
"Then he laid me down on the hard concrete and had someone hold my legs and arms out straight in front of me. When he felt I was secure enough he took a running jump right onto my left calf, snapping it right in half. He just laughed when I started screaming from the pain. That's when he let me go to sleep the first night. He knew that if I endured anything else that night that I would surely die."
Matt held me close to his chest as the silent tears rolled down my cheeks and onto his shirt.
"The next morning I woke up to Mike and three of his friends carrying me to a gruesome table. They each had me by a limb so I wouldn't move too much. Mike had the one that he had broken the night before, and he swung it back and forth in a carefree way, loving the way that it bent in ways that no leg ever should.
"When they got me over to the table, they strapped me down so I could move no part of my body. They then put a pillow under the small of my back to arch it slightly. That's when they repeatedly raped me for six hours straight. I was still a virgin before then, and everything hurt so badly.
"When they were finished getting pleasure from my body they head took a scalpel in their hands and started 'doodling' as they put it."
I pulled my pants leg up to show happy faces, and other things, etched into my skin.
"That's when they let me go to sleep again. I had lost so much blood that I slept for what they told me was 17 hours. When I awoke, Mike was standing next to me holding a knife. He told me to get up, and when I did he held the knife to my throat. I was crying and screaming so loudly that I could hear nothing else. He just laughed. That's when he slit my throat."
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