Chapter Twenty-Two: Psychotic
The days were non-existent and I had given up on trying to get away from him. I didn't know where I was because the place was all unfamiliar to me. People always told me that I was naïve and I was starting to believe them over the last couple of days.I was hungry. I haven't ate for what I believed were days nor did I see Joshua. I wouldn't care if he died but he was the only one who knew where I was, so I didn't entertain the thought. If he died, I would turn a skeleton before anyone found me, if anyone did.
I couldn't see light, I was in this dark hole and couldn't tell the difference from when it was night from day. I have been talking to myself, I felt like I was getting mad.
I will kill Joshua and that was a vow. He was the only human being that I wanted to kill. He had beaten me so bad for leaving him. I have never been physically abused by anyone. It was the third day I think of him holding me hostage, he came in here and untied me from the chair.
"How does it feel now Tori?" He asked while walking up to me, each step he took, I was slowly stepping backwards and I didn't even realize.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME!" He shouted, "You left me for that lunatic and you thought that I would have been okay with it, right?"
I shook my head frantically, "I ran out of love for you, you are thinking crazy Josh."
He turned his back to me before running his hands through his hair, seeming overwhelmed. He then turned around facing me again, "Well I didn't," he slapped me across the face, on impact I fell to the floor, "you selfish little bitch."
"I dedicated so much of my energy in getting you stable and all of a sudden, you are ready to give what is mine to another man!?" He kicked me in the stomach before dragging me by my hair to the opposite side of the room, "I will fuck you Tori and there is nothing you can do to help yourself."
I felt the blood running down my cheeks and I felt helpless, "Fucking psychopath, you will never get me to have sex with you."
He laughed in my face, "Look at you, you are weak, useless and fucking pathetic." Pulling my face to his, he kissed me hard biting down on my lip until I felt blood. My abdomen was still inflame but I managed to punch him in the face which made his grip loosen. I kicked him in the stomach with as much strength as I could muster, he fell to the floor and I got up, running to the door but sadly it was locked.
"You're a monster!" I was massaging my knuckles because damn, they were killing me and slightly busted.
He laughed bitterly and from there I knew, I wasn't going to get out of this. He would have sex with me and I couldn't do anything about it. In that moment, it dawned on me that I was indeed helpless.
The tears went down my face hysterically and I was shaking intensely because I was stuck in this mess. I should have known better.
I was now curled up with my hands wrapped around my knees in the corner looking at him petrified. Right there and then, I wished someone would have come and gotten me.
He dragged me up, so I was now standing and right there he undressed me until I was bare in front of him. This was not my first time being naked in his eyes but I couldn't help but feel disgusted and wounded. I was definitely scarred for life.
And the rest is with the memory because I refuse to be reliving the trauma. I squeezed my eyes together while the tears escaped because with each reflection, it was too difficult to bear the pain and all I had were my thoughts in this room. I will be stuck with all the images for the rest of my life and I forbid myself to remember again.
Suddenly, a bad urge to vomit came and I felt nauseous. I could feel myself falling so I held onto the wall to keep myself steady but shortly after everything became a blur.
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"You remind of poison, everything you cross paths with, you destroy." He pulled me up, I faced him drowsily. "Did you enjoy being starved?"
I was feeling so sick, I couldn't even form a coherent sentence or attempt to speak. He smiled, "I see that you're not doing so well."
He shove me into the wall, my back connected brutally as I slid down. I was tired and had no energy to fight this battle that I know I wouldn't win in any shape or form other than obtaining scars.
I was weak or maybe it was because had given up, either way, I was good with being useless for myself.
"Just so you know, your boyfriend is looking for you." This peaked my interest but I wasn't going to show any emotions especially towards Carlos because that might just anger him and I won't be able to handle another beating.
A mental mantra I had for myself was that everything would be okay and I gained solace that I was still alive and he was talking to me.
"I will get you something to eat but don't think you will be getting away anytime soon or even alive." He stated. "We will both die together but not until I have my way with you."
I sighed because this seemed to be my destined journey and I was taking my time adjusting to the fact.
"Are you going to kill yourself too? Don't you think that that defeats the whole purpose for all of this idiot?" There goes getting food to eat.
The only thing I knew was when my head was being connected with the concrete, "Watch your mouth bitch!" I could feel the blood dampening my hair. "Yes, if I cannot have you nor will another man plus once you die, I am good as dead too so why not just kill myself."
I never knew he was this deranged, clearly psychotic.
"Ain't nothing more better than suicide for an asshole like you."
He didn't do or say anything, he just left the room leaving me in the dark once more.
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Author's note: Sorry about the slow updates. I guess my mind-set have been other places these days, please bear with me. I know I have been the worse updater known to man.
These chapters are the hardest to write for me and the thing is, I don't really know where I am going with this because I would be writing and then I decide to change the plot line. So this is one of the reasons I haven't been updating because I want it to have a certain type of feeling that I am imagining, how did it make you feel?
Love you guys, Chevy.
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