I belong to a stranger (PUBLISHING) Belong Book 1 - Unedited

Chapter 41 - Cosa Nostra

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Chapter 41 - Cosa Nostra

 

Something bumped into me hard, as I turned and twisting coming back to life from the dead. My head hurt worst than ever before, even the night when I had turned myself into an alcohol tank. Frustrated, I tried to open my eyes and unknot myself from this awkward position.

I tried pushing my eyelids open, but there was something restraining it. Pushing my eyes down, I realized that it was a piece of cloth tied over my eyes. Desperate, I tried moving my hands up and down, try to come into a more comfortable position, but I realized both my hands and my legs where tied firmly to the chair I was sitting on.

I felt so helpless, and claustrophobic and the fear began escalating at an exponential rate inside me. I turned my head side to side, rigorously as a screamed climbed on to my mouth. How had I ended up this way? I tried thinking harder and harder, but my head was hurting more as I thought more. But after moments of knitting my eyebrows together, and thinking I finally found a break through.

The thoughts of what had happened before came to my head, gushing and shushing every other fear I had. Nathan. The pictures of that crisp news reporter on that huge television flashed in front of my eyes, as the words repeated in my head. There are no survivors of this accident.

My entire body began aching from the force of that memory, as a new intense hatred for Chris began forming inside me. I had known Chris had lost his way, but I had always secretly hoped that I would be able to bridge the gap between the two brothers. Never had I imagined that Chris would stoop this low.

A part of myself, more specifically my womb was trying to give courage to my entire body. Pushing it and making it believe that, it was all going to be all right. But my head, and every other logical part were pushing that down. The internal battle was pulling and pushing my body in thousands of emotional directions at the same time.  The only thing I wanted, the only thing my body needed, and to survive was Nathan.

Frustrated and helpless, I let out a loud wailing sounded. As it shrieked and echoed, I realized that I was sitting in a long hall. As I screamed louder and louder a hand came slapping me across my face. Stings travelled through my entire body as a heavy Scottish accent said, “Stoap shouting ye boot” It took me a couple of moments to understand what he was trying to say. Stop shouting you bitch.

I knew the imprints of his hands were left on my cheeks slowly I looked down. There was nothing I could see, but I knew there were at least a few people moving ahead of me. I could hear the footsteps.

Moments later, someone held my chin in a death grip shoved a bottle to my mouth, as momentarily I spit it out at the mere shock, but soon began gulping water down my throat like a camel saving it all up. My mouth had been completely dry. Tears formed in my eyes.

Once the water was done, noodles in forks started being pushed into my mouth. Before I could finish the bit the next one was shoved into my mouth hard. By the end of it my mouth was bleeding from numerous places, both from the inside and outside by the attaches of the s fork.