The Bad Boys Want Revenge

Chapter 9

Hunter had left the room, probably to tell Jacob that it was his turn now. The room was spinning and I felt my stomach cramp. Hey, I thought to myself in a sort of manic daze, at least I'm burning calories and skipped dinner. When I finally managed to get up my next thought was to find something to wear. Looking around I found one of Hunters shirts and put in on. It reached over my butt and I felt a little bit more modest. Hunter and Jacob seemed to discuss something but I couldn't make out what. There was no way I would get past them to the stairs but there was another way out. The window.

I didn't like to climb out of windows at the best of times and now I was half naked and heavily drugged. You have two options, I thought, either you stay and get raped a second time maybe even more often or you climb out that window and run until your lungs collapse. I decided to give the second option a try. Quietly opening the window I looked back at the door to make sure they weren't coming for me. The window was just open wide enough for me to squeeze through and noiselessly I climbed out. Outside the window is a very narrow balcony from which a fire escape ladder leads down. Without wasting another second I began my descent into the dark. I reached the ground and did exactly what I had planned to do. Not wearing anything but a shirt and without shoes I ran through the woods. Stones and fallen branches cut my feet and twice I lost my balance and literally hit the ground running.

The second time I didn't get up but curled up against a tree hugging myself and doing the only thing I could think of. Praying. To this day I wonder what was worse, what Hunter did to me or that night in the woods while tripping. I felt an empty void inside me that seemed to suck all the joy out of my life and voices I thought were long silenced began whispering in my head again. Every shadow I saw looked like the devil himself but that wasn't even the worst thing...

The worst thing was listening into the darkness for any noise that might indicate they were coming for me. I felt unable to move and hours seemed to pass with me sitting against the tree in the dark with bleeding feet and a racing heart. If I learnt anything from that night than it is that even the darkest nights will end. The woods looked beautiful when the first sun light looked through the trees and I finally was able to get up. Forgotten were my hurting feet and the pain between my legs, I had a destiny. The lake.

These woods had been my playground when I was a child and since the drugs were beginnig to wear off I recognized were I was and found my way to the lake. Sitting at the edge of it for what felt like another hour was like medicine for my broken soul. The nasty voices were replaced by a calm one that told me everything would be alright as long as I was sitting here looking at the water and breathing deeply.

I resisted the urge to jump in since I knew it would probably be pretty cold and I didn't trust the happy voice enough to convince me from getting out again to face my demons...

When I finally went home the sun was up completly and I was wondering what I would tell my parents where I had been and why I was wearing nothing but a boys shirt. I had made the executive decision not to tell them anything. Why, you might ask. Because I was once again  afraid they wouldn't believe me and the fact that I had been high would not help either.

But when I got home and used the spare key from the garage to get in no one was there. On the kitchen counter was laying a note: -We went for a walk  Mom and Dad

They hadn't even noticed that I was gone. Was that good or bad? I didn't care either way all I wanted to do was shower and sleep forever. Looking in the mirror made me cry once again. Looking back at me was a pale creature with dark shadows under her eyes and pupils as big as buttons. Hickeys on the neck and bruises all over the body. I looked broken and lost and that was exactly how I felt. My tears were mixing with water in the shower and still hadn't stopped when I was lying in bed snuggled up in my pyjamas. Through the fog in my brain I wondered if I would be able to stop ever.

Finally I fell asleep but it wasn't relaxing at all. Nightmares were haunting me and more than once I woke up crying.