I didn’t expect how painful this was going to be. Having hair ripped off my body hurt more than anything I’ve experienced in my life. I was lying naked on a table for what felt like hours, feeling hot wax on my body then excruciating pain as it was ripped off. Thankfully, the salon worker didn’t allow Carlton into the room with us. He already had his glance at my body and I did not want him to see me at a vulnerable state like this. I’m not even sure why I was getting waxed in the first place. I had shaved my legs the night before last and even with that, my hair was blonde. Or it used to be.
We left the salon around 5:15 and I knew I would be getting no sleep that night/ day. The sky was turning a nice pink color and soon enough the sun would be coming up.
"Don't you feel better all soft and smooth?" Carlton said after a few minutes of silence in the car.
"Not really," I shrugged though he couldn't see me. I'm 16 but I’ve never had the need to wax down there. I go, well went, to an all girls catholic school. I know you read stories about good little church girls being all nasty and slutty but I was definitely not that. It’s like how principal’s kids always break the rules and want to rebellious or whatever. I admit I did have friends who were particularly slutty especially towards our male teachers but I never thought about that. Doing that. I believed in abstinence and I wasn’t going to break that for some douchebag kidnapper.
When we arrived back at Carlton's house, his wife was already standing in the driveway with some suitcases. She looked frantic and scared.
"Honey what happened? Why do you have luggage?" Carlton got out of the car and put his hands on his wife's shoulders. She wouldn’t stop shaking.
"That- uh- that bitch told someone where we were!" his wife screamed, so loud I could hear it still in the car. She was giving me a death glare like I had ruined her life or something. "The police just showed up and told me they had a reason to believe we had a kidnapped girl and they searched our house and when they found nothing, they left."
Carlton looked back at me and shook his head, grabbing the suitcases and putting them in the trunk. He didn’t really look angry or upset, he looked emotionless like he didn’t care if he had gotten caught or not. I wish I would’ve just gone to sleep and I could’ve been back in my own bed right now. I could be hugging my family and cuddling up against my bed but stupid me went with Carlton.
Carlton and his wife piled into the car and he started to drive. The drive gave me time to catch up on my sleep and when I woke up, we were still driving. The sun was about to set and I had no idea where we were. Every minute that passed, we were farther and farther from my home. Farther and farther from being found.
We only stopped for gas. It was only the second day of my kidnapping and I was already losing hope. I shouldn’t be so negative about this but I couldn’t help it. We had to be thousands of miles from my home and I didn't even look like myself for god’s sake. No one would recognize me if they put a picture of my old face right next to mine now.
The only thing I knew was that we were still on the coast, the east coast. The sun had just set when Carlton pulled up to an apartment complex right on the beach. There were hotels that were like a barrier around the ocean and there was also a boardwalk that looked like it stretched for miles. If I wasn’t currently in the middle of being kidnapped, I’d actually try to enjoy my surroundings. Even if I did escape, I had no idea where we were, I didn’t have a phone and I also had no cash. I wasn’t about to be a hitchhiker.
"Welcome home Cammy," Carlton said, leaning into the backseat to unbuckle me. He acted like I couldn’t press a damn button to release the belt. I wasn’t a two year old.
Carlton held my hand as we went up to the 7th floor, room 716. I didn’t even have time to enjoy the view. Carlton immediately ushered me to a laundry room where I was locked into. There was a washing machine and dryer and a shelf full of detergents and towels. It smelled like bleach and I honestly felt like I was going to pass out from the fumes. If this was my new room, I was going to die from poisoning before I could get out.
After what felt like hours, Carlton opened the door and took me to a bedroom. There was a large window with a view of the beach and boardwalk below. It was beautiful. The beach at night always gave me a calming feeling and I finally felt like I could relax. I could relax, but I didn’t.
I was so happy to finally sleep on something other than a mattress on the floor. The bed was huge; I bet four people could sleep in here.
"Go ahead, lay down," Carlton said, he was being nice now. This might be some kind of test or joke but I didn’t care. I was emotionally drained. I climbed on the bed and under the covers. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes, finally getting some sleep.
"Goodnight baby," Carlton said, as I heard the light switch move. I was too tired to bother telling Carlton off about the pet name. I was finally relaxed when suddenly the opposite side of the bed dipped down.
My eyes shot open but I didn't dare move a muscle. The weight moved closer to me until an arm wrapped around my waist. I was pulled closer to the person until my back was pressed into their stomach. I didn’t want to think about the fact that I felt something moving on my back. The voice made my body freeze and I wish I were frozen.
"Sweet dreams Cammy," but I had the complete opposite.
And this was how it was for a few months. During the day, I sat in the laundry room. I was brought a water bottle for the day. I tried not to down the whole thing right when I got it. The smell of bleach made me nauseous. I thought I might get used to it but I never did.
And at night, I slept in that bed with Carlton right beside me. I would've rather slept on the floor of the laundry room. I usually slept during the day and stayed up all night. I couldn’t sleep or even breathe correctly while Carlton was holding me so tight. It wasn’t a romantic breathless kind of thing. He squeezed me so tight and I always felt claustrophobic.
I only had nightmares. I had nightmares about my family and my friends and the future. How long was I expected to survive this? It wasn’t going to take long before the laundry room fumes killed me. Maybe I should stay in that room longer so I don’t have to live like this. I wasn’t going to escape.
When we "slept," his hand started on his side. It was uncomfortable and I tried to nudge him off but his grip was too tight. The next week, it would be on my shoulder. He’d squeeze my shoulder or rub my arm. Then it was at my back, then at my hip.
I jolted awake one night to find Carlton wide-awake. He was just staring at me with dark eyes and his hand was dangerously close to a spot I wanted no one near. He grazed the hem of my pants and I felt cold fingers right above my underwear. I had the courage to move his hand away and I’m glad I did. I thought that was the worst of my problems but as days and weeks went by, Carlton got more handsy and I got more hopeless.
a/n:
i haven't updated this in so long, i'm so so sorry :-(
school started three weeks ago so that's why i'm not active
- em x
