The Eyes that Bleed [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3:Does He Blame Himself?

I lay waiting for Master to come in with one of my usual clients, that night.

I think of the dream I had the night before. It was a recurring dream I had every once in a while since I was brought here. More of a memory actually.

The dream was so real it felt as if I was reliving the moment. The moment that changed my life. The moment that I was taken.

My best friend Oliver and I went out for ice cream one night. We both ran out of pocket money so thats all we could afford. My adventurous self wanted to walk in the park while eating the ice cream instead of sitting in the parlour and eating like a civilized person, and Oliver being the sweetheart he was, agreed.

We strolled through the park just enjoying the breeze and the ice cream and talking about the stupidest things really. You know, crushes, food, gossip the basics that all 14 year olds talk about.

Suddenly I heard a faint cry of a baby in the distance. I ran ahead to see what the problem was. In case the mum needed help with her baby or something. But once i reached the source of the noise I found no one there.

There was a rustling in the bushes, and suddenly a man leapt out, followed by two more large burley men.

"Wouldn't you like to come with us puppet?", the one in the front grunted.

I turned around to run back to Oliver. But he wrapped one arm tightly around my waist and covered his other hand over my mouth, so I couldn't cry out for help.

Oliver, bless him came looking for me right then and saw the men dragging me along to their car. He screamed for help and tried hitting one of the men with a stick he found from God knows where. Haha he still has the scar on his pudgy face.

Poor Oliver had to witness my kidnapping at such a young age. I wonder if he dreams about it like I do. I wonder if he feels guilty. If he thinks he could've done something to save me. Wishful thinking.

It's been 5 years since that God forsaken day. I still remember his tear streaked face, desperately trying to get me free. It's ok Oliver I forgive you.

The 3 routine knocks snapped me out of my thoughts. I sighed and got up to wash my face and brush my teeth. Then slipped into the ugly dress, same design as always , but new.

Master came in exactly 10 minutes later with a heavily drunk middle-aged man following behind. I knelt down on the ground. Master petted me on the head and kissed my forehead. "that's like a good girl". That's all he said and left.

I have a love and hate relationship with the drunk clients. Hate when they lose control. Love when they pass out halfway.

This one I hated. He had the energy of a hormonal teenager. I closed my eyes and repeated my usual mantra. It shall soon pass, it shall soon pass...

As per master's rules there were 5 clients every night. I wasn't allowed to resist or argue. Just take it all like the good girl I am. His obedient little princess.

After the last one left I collapsed into the mattress and immediately fell asleep.

Hannah woke me up with breakfast with a huge smile on her face. I knew why. Because it was the weekend. All the clients werebusy with their families.

Master was never around on weekends. He never told me where he goes. I'm not allowed to ask, so I never did.

I took a quick bath with the bath water Hannah filled in my bucket and ate my egg and toast.

I took my tea out to the living room. Anthony was sitting watching a rugby match on tv. I sat next to him and put my head on his shoulder.

"Who do you think is going to win? Ireland or Scotland?", he asked casually. See, thats what i loved about Anthony. He never asked how I was feeling or if I had  rough night. I didn't need his pity just his presence was enough.

"I don't care", I replied with a shrug of my shoulders. He gasped with a hand on his heart. "You monster!", he said dramatically.

I laughed and said, "Scotland maybe, whatever I dont care".

He turned to me and very seriously I must say said, "You take that back right now missy!" Anthony's Irish.

"You are a child!", I laughed.

"Am not!"

"Oh you so are"

"I'm older than you little one"

"Yeah sure, but you have the brain of a child in a Greek warrior's body", I said.

"Well said!", Hannah screamed from the kitchen.

I sat back and sipped my tea with a triumphant look on my face.

Anthony pouted, like a child, and folded his hands on his chest.

We sat and watched tv for a while, till the front door opened and in walked Brian. Master's younger and only brother. I sighed, here we go.

"Hi Lily!", he greeted me cheerfully, as always. Ignoring everyone else.

"I am here too you know", Anthony said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah yeah Hi", Brian replied with a dismissive gesture of his hand. Anthony rolled his eyes again. He does that alot when Brian's here.

You see Brian Anderson had quite the crush on me. Even Master knows, which is why he isn't allowed to visit during the week while I work.

"I come bearing snacks and movies, all your favourite!", he happily declared. He was certainly very sweet and kind. Quite the opposite of his older brother. Maybe in a different world I could return his feelings. But in this world I had none. Feelings are for hopeful fools.

That's how we spent the day watching silly romantic comedies and stuffing ourselves with snacks. With Anthony and Brian's constant bickering and my occasional laughter.