Why Me?

Chapter 6

I had a terrible dream this time. I dreamt that my friends had all been lying to me. I dreamt that George beat me, and nearly raped me. I dreamt that I was later kidnapped and hit in the head with a baseball bat. I dreamt that there was a bloody little boy in the van they stuffed me in. The boy died. I remember I tried to escape, but I failed. I dreamt that my other strategy, texting for help also failed. I dreamt that one of my kidnappers hit me in the face until I passed out again. What a dream. It felt so real. All of it did.

*My eyes flutter open, i'm in an empty dark unfamiliar room with no windows. Only four walls. The wallpaper's chipping, and there are hundreds of spiderwebs forming in the corners of the walls*

It wasn't a dream. It was a real. Everything was real. All of it. My legs and hands are still tied up with rope. I guess I tried to trick my mind into thinking that everything that happened the whole day was a dream. That none of it happened, but it did. I don't where I am. I'm even more scared now that I know it's real. I miss you dad. I remember the song you used to sing to me every time you'd leave for your long business meetings. It was the last song you sang to me, you used to love singing. Even more than I do.

"Every step I take, Every move I make. Every single day, Every time I pray, I'll be missing you" I sang quietly as I cried and cried.

I miss you daddy.

*A knock on the door, then the door opens and Tony walks in with a tray of food. I immediately stop crying*

"Why even bother with knocking, you've already locked me in here."  I say through sniffles

Why is he still wearing that stupid ski mask?

"I don't know, I thought it'd be polite" Tony said

"You and your asshole friend abducted me, hit me, threw me in your van, tied me up, threatened me, smashed my phone, hit me again, locked me in here and tied me up again. And you're worried about being polite? pfft" I say

*Tony walks over to me without a word, leaves the tray at a nice enough distance away from me.*

"I hope you don't think I'm gonna eat like a dog" I say looking down at the ropes around my hand.

The ropes really did hurt at this point

*He moves close to me, and begins to untie my ropes slowly and carefully*

He's so close. I feel uneasy, like i'm about throw up. An image of George pops up in my mind.  I-i'm shaking so hard i'm sure it's shaking him.

"Are you alright?" Tony asks

"I-i'm f-f-fine" I stuttered

*Once he's done with the ropes he looks down at my hands and very gently rubs his thumb across a visible red mark on my wrists. I wince out of pain.*

"I-it hurts" I say shakily

"Rope burn" Tony replies

"I'll go get an antibiotic cream and some gauze"  

*He gets up to leave and turns around as if contemplating whether he should leave me alone here untied. Especially after my last stunt with the pepper spray*

"Go. I'm too weak to move anyway" I say

*He seemed convinced and left*

I feel so helpless. I feel kind of terrible too. I left mom alone with that monster in the house. I know she's done me wrong, but she's still my mom, even if our relationship now feels like we only met yesterday. But I can't go back there, I feel like a stranger in my own house. I don't really like home anymore. It brings back so many memories of my best friends and I when we were younger, when dad was here and when mom was the same. When everyday was like a fantasy that I wish I still lived in. But now my home is filled with the liars I called my best friends, the woman I called mom, and the monster who's with her. I just can't go back, but I have to get out of here. Wherever here is.

*Tony returns with a first aid kit filled with cream, bandages and gauze's. He also brought a cold compress. He sits down near me, and I gasp again and start to shake*

"It's okay, i'm not here to hurt you" Tony assured me.

*He takes me hand and applies the cream on both of my wrists*

"Why are you helping me?" I ask

"Because you so clearly need it" He says putting the gauze's on my wrists

*He reaches behind to grab the cold compress, and as he's doing this I notice long whip lashes across his lower back.*

Oh my god. What happened to him? Some of those look recent, like a couple days ago recent. Should I ask him? No.

"Here's a cold compress for the bruises" He says gently laying it down on my right leg with the most bruises.

I'm glad he didn't ask about the bruises. I didn't want to talk about, especially with him.

"You can also use it with the bump on the back of your head"

*He stands to leave*

"Hey!" I holler as loud as my voice will allow me to, which isn't very loud.

*He turns to look at me* 

"Sorry for pepper spraying you." I apologize

"That's alright, I understand why you did. I'd pepper spray me too if I was you" He chuckled

"Thanks for all this, the food and the medicine."  I say

I don't trust or like the guy, but he at least deserves a thank you.

"Don't mention it"  he says

*He walks out leaving me to my thoughts*