Take Me Away | ✔️

31. BITS AND PIECES

THIS WAS A DREAM. I was sure of it.

           But the absolute confusing thing about this was the fact I was dreaming. Being with Max all those times, I never dreamt of anything. It was always pitch black.

           This time, I dreamt of the man with sandy hair and amber colored eyes. He was shirtless and sweaty and holding up his hands covered with boxer gloves. As I looked down, I realized I was the same—sweaty, breathy, and wearing gloves.

           Yes, I remember this. He decided to spar with me before my fight. An underground fight but I don't even remember with whom. We were inside a ring, watching him as he bounces at the ball of his feet and I somehow mimic him.

           He lunged for me and somehow, I knew that he was going to do that but I never moved. Instead, we fell down to the floor. "Do you give up?"

           There was a smile on my face as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his cheek. "You're cute but I will never forfeit, Alex! Now, let me go, buffoon!"

           The sweat dripped off of his hair and to my face. It was disgusting but I didn't mind it. "Come on, Sam, if you say you give up, I'll—"

           "—kill you," the second I blinked, Alex was gone but replaced with Max. He looked like he was angry, those dark eyes turning even darker. "I told you to never leave and look what you did? Look what you did!"

           I was crying, my eyes wandering where I was—it was familiar. It was the room where he kept me. "I told you to never look into another boy and I see you with a lot of them? I'm going to kill you, Amelia. This time, when you get resurrected, you'll be worshipping me."

           With my wrists cuffed to the headboard, he proceeds to untie the knot around my robe. I try to kick at him, for him to get off, but it was no use. I screamed but he slapped me, knocked me unconscious.

           When I came to again, he was still on top of me, hurting me, with his thing inside me. I kept telling him to stop but all he did was laugh and continue to please himself. The more I shook myself, the more he took it as an initiative to do whatever he wanted, this time his hands are around my breast, playing with it.

           I don't feel safe. The only thing I wished to happen was a rescue.

           But it never came.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay!" The first thing I saw were the same amber eyes I dreamt about before...

          Oh, God.

          Alex must've known what was going to happen because as bile rose up to my throat, he grabbed the bucket next to my bed and let me release the contents of the hospital's food for dinner a while ago.

          He was here because my brother and father decided to get at least a good amount of sleep at their beds, before coming back the next day to take shifts on who gets to be with. I must've had... a little piece of my past come back to me when he was with me. But, I wasn't even sure if it was true.

          "I—" I vomited again, the feeling of burn while I did it. His hand was around my hair, careful not to let a strand loose. The bucket smelled horrible, it was a way to get me to stop, and a way for Alex to take it out of my grasps and place it below my bed. "I'm sorry."

          He just smiled a little. "It's okay, Amelia."

          Amelia. The word seemed foreign to his lips as he forced it out. All day long, my father and brother has been slipping up in calling me "Sam" instead of "Amelia." I understood it but no matter how much I wanted to tell them that they can call me however they want, the voice inside my head just kept telling me that I should be called as Amelia, nothing other than that.