Her Secret Scars

Missing

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It just amazes me on how your life can go from perfectly amazing and peaceful to complete shit in seconds. How bad was I in my past lives to deserve this?! It's like whatever kind of god that they say is up or down there can never let me breathe. I can never just take a deep breath without something going wrong in my life. I've never been able to say, "Finally its all over", because honestly it never is. There's always another problem waiting to strike.

My eyes are raw from crying and my breathing is coming in gasps as I attempt to inhale. My wrists are restrained behind a chair as my ankles are tied to the wooden legs. Blood is drooling its way down my chin as my jaw screams in pain. My hair is a mess and my stomach is growling from the lack of food. I slightly opened my eyes and I'm greeted by no one. I'm alone. As always.

Which as of right now....isn't necessarily a bad thing.

I'm in a dark room with cement walls and a wooden ceiling. My guess is that I'm in a basement.

Just then I heard the signature click from the lock upstairs betraying me again, as several footsteps followed next. Every time their boots connected with the pavement, the faster my heartbeat and the more fear I felt. I quickly close my eyes and slump my head trying to act like I'm still asleep, but I also did it so I could try and calm myself.

"Boss is she still sleeping?" a deep voice rumbled from behind.

"No" he responds as he strokes my hair. That voice is one I wished to never have to hear again. The voice I prayed to never have to listen to again. He always knew how to see through my every lie. He was the one that broke down the walls I had against the world and he rebuilt them around us, he even put the effort into putting in some windows so the sun rays could shine their way in. Nevertheless, don't let such a cute phrase fool you, I haven't told you about the cracks that were imbedded in every brick. When I finally looked a little closer I realized the cement of promises he built our walls with were just made of hardened sand and were knocked down with each wave of lies he told me. Every hit or punch he gave me, and every time he forced himself on me.

"Then why are her eyes closed?" the same voice asked.

"Because she thinks she can fool me," Jake says to the other two voices.

I feel a hot breath on my face that smells of smoke and fried feet. The smell of his slick cologne clogs my nose. Then a swift, hard slap is delivered across my cheek making my neck turn in agony. I had to bite my lip from screaming, but I think my redend cheek had that covered.

"Hey, baby long time no see," he says as I open my eyes as much as I can.

"Fuck you" I growl in pieces, as my throat burns from the lack of water.

"I'm down, I've missed that tight-"

"SHUT UP" I scream in his face, trying to calm the storm inside, as he tries to come closer to flame that ready to blow.

He grabs my chin between his thumb and pointer fingers forcefully so I look him in the eyes, "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to with that mouth?" he questions threateningly.

I look at the two goons behind him and then back at him and wheeze, "You?"and with that, I'm punched right in the jaw and I can't help but let out a cry of pain.

My screams are soon silenced as he violently covers my lips with his own, as he tries to push himself on me, again.

Why do I have to be so weak?

"I've missed those mysterious purple eyes of yours. I could sell you for a huge amount of cash to up my business" he smiles, pecking my trembling lips.