Possessive

Chapter 26

The story is almost finished. Just a couple more chapters. Bear with me guys.

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It's been six days since I was deemed missing. Six days since my life went downhill. Six days since I was labeled as trash. Damien was having his fun while I was wallowing in pain and suffering. I hadn't seen Carlos since he raped me that one time. It's always been Damien who had been giving me his most undivided attention.

I love you.

It was all because of love that I was in this mess. I was silently cursing myself for letting Damien use me for his personal enjoyment. Every time he raped me, he kept whispering 'I love you' in my ear. I tried to keep up the fight but in the end, he would always get his way. I never responded to his declarations of love. It shattered my heart to think that a man had to rape a woman because he believed he was in love.

Damien made sure that I never said anything about my love for Tristan since the first night he raped me. I saw what that did to him but I was not going to back down or diminish my love for Tristan. I would shout it to whole world if I could. It was my love for him that kept me half sane. However, Damien often abused me if I ever even mentioned Tristan's name in his presence.

I bottled up my courage to look at myself in the mirror. My skin was so pale that I almost looked pasty rather the slight tan I was so used to. My cheeks were cherry red from the million slaps I had received. I had a bluish purple ring on my jaw. The area around my ribs was blue and purple. My thighs burned in pain. My hair was a rat's nest. My eyes were the color of dead grass. My lips were so cracked they could sharpen knives. I was a mess.

After the first night he raped me, Damien made sure that I showered. Sometimes, he would leave me to my devices or he would join me in the shower and rape me there after he'd take precious time to wash my skin and shampoo my hair and make me pay back the favor by doing the same to him. Sometimes, Damien would come into my prison, not to rape me, but to eat and watch movies with me. I would try to stay as far away from him as possible but he'd drag me close to his side and often place kisses on my hair while the movie entertained him. My tormentor was my own personal Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Sweet and deadly.

I was in new clothes this time, a yellow tank top and denim shorts, courtesy of Alexis. I was sitting in my usual position with my knees hugged close to my chest in my usual spot by the bed head when someone entered my prison. The person walked up to the bed and threw my usual plate of a ham sandwich and grapes on the bed. I knew it wasn't Damien because he would sit on the bed and push the plate towards me so imagine my surprise when I looked up to see Alexis Vanderpool scowling at me like I did the worst thing in the world.

I had not seen Alexis since the day Carlos raped me. She had not come to visit me and I was glad for that too. I didn't want to see her anyway.

"Thanks," I whispered as I pulled the plate towards me.

Alexis reached out and grabbed the plate, stopping me from pulling it in my direction. Emotionlessly, I glanced at her, silently wondering what I did wrong now.

"You are a real inconvenience, Heaven," she snarled. "If my brother wasn't so infatuated with you I would have put a bullet in your head long ago."

"Did I do something to offend you?" I asked, letting go of the plate.

She glowered at me, her eyes gleaming with pent up anger. "You took Tristan from me!"

I said nothing. Just simply stared at her. I often wondered if she realised how ridiculous she sounded. "I was not aware that Tristan was already purchased. If you wanted the shoe, you should have kept it on layaway and not left it to be window shopped by others," I said; my voice devoid of any emotion.