The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 9

The man took me to another room, bigger than the previous one. It had a king size bed, a glass vessel with flowers on the nightstand, a flat screen TV, a grey wardrobe, and a big window. The room was super fantastic, I had never seen such. My old room was small, with a worn out bed and ugly stuff. 

"You'll stay here for a while," he said, "Billy will come get you, cause I'm not ready to take care of a kid now." 

He walked to what seemed like a bathroom, leaving me alone in the big room. I was busy looking at the room, my Little feet rubbing gently on the rug with smooth fur. I sat in a corner in the room. Questions flowing in my mind. 

Who is this man? Will he hurt me? Mama said I should not speak with strangers, will he yell at me if I speak to him? Is he Frederick, the man Anthony was talking about? I can't trust him, he'll hurt me. I know it, maybe I should just run away. I was snapped out of my thoughts by a sound from the door. I flinched, thinking it was Anthony, but when I saw him I almost let out a sigh of relief. He didn't have any shirt on, just his bare chest, I also noticed a drawing on his chest (tattoo). I shrink, cringing to the wall while whimpering, tears rolling down my cheek, the terrible scene playing in my head as I shut my eyes. The way he walked towards me and his touch. Just then I felt a touch on my arm and I screamed.

"What the fuck! I won't hurt you," he said, while holding his ears with both hands, however I didn't stop crying. "Listen, here." 

I looked at him with glossy eyes, with both of my hands on my chest. He was crouching down by my side so I had no difficulties in looking straight into his eyes. "You'll follow me to Billy and stop crying," He said. 

I slowly wiped my eyes as he grabbed my hand, leading me out. We walked through the hallway, I was still sad so I stared down at my feet sniffing. 

"Thank goodness, here is Billy!" he exclaimed with a sigh of relief as we approached the tall man who was in a white T-shirt and jeans pants. "Why on earth will you leave me with a kid?" He scolded the man, "I have a fucking party going on, and here I am with a kid while you guys were kicking your asses in that part!" 

He seemed upset, Billy sighed angrily as the man matched away, probably excited about his party. "Follow me," he spoke gruffly. 

I followed closely till we were back to the previous room. "Sleep," he said, or he ordered. I climbed the bed and watched the big man sit on a chair with his legs on the desk. He was reading a magazine. Who are you? 

I rolled on my side facing away from the man so he couldn't see my face. Tears slid sideways into the pillow, I didn't know why I was crying. I just couldn't sleep without crying. I stayed that way for long moments, before my eyes started getting heavy. I closed them, allowing the scary darkness to swallow me. 

I had a dream or a repeating scene, where Anthony was hitting me with his belt and I was crying. The scene skipped to when Anthony pulled my head and burned my left arm. The pain, his voice, they were so real that I ended up screaming and crying out. 

"Shut up!" Billy yelled. I became more frightened than I was before, my sobs grew loudly. "Dammit! If I hear any more sobs I'll take something to you." 

He walked back to his chair. I climbed down the bed to a corner in the room, squeezing my eyes shut, trying hard as I could to calm my sobs but I just couldn't, rather it worsened my breathing situation and I ended up sobbing too loud with a cough.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" The bigger man yelled slamming his magazine on the table, causing me to flinch. He walked to me grabbing and twisting my ear. I let out a little scream of pain. 

"If you don't shut it and return to sleeping gently, by the time I am back, I will give you something to cry about." 

Once he was gone I curled up in a ball hiding my face in my knees, with my hand wrapped around them. I tried calming myself down. What if he hits me? What if he locks me up back in that horrible closet?

I didn't stop asking myself questions, till I finally decided to pretend I was sleeping. I heard  footsteps then the door swung open. I listen carefully to every movement in the room and I hear him say. "Hope the boss takes the kid away tomorrow, I can't bear his annoying cries." 

My heart started beating faster, where were they taking me to? 

I heard a loud CLASH! that made me jolt up and immediately regretting my action. My head was pounding like it was gonna explode, I fell back to my knees unable to stand, the pain on my burnt arm increased like I still had the iron on my arm, my throat was dried, my stomach did not do any good, it was churning causing me to have nausea. I held my stomach with both hands as sweats broke on my forehead. 

"Go take a shower we're leaving," Billy yelled or said, but to me he was yelling. I made an effort to stand and succeeded but my feet were not steady, so I made my way to the bathroom. Then I felt like puking, all the substance in my stomach rushed to my throat, and I couldn't hold it any longer, I threw up in the toilet. Which after I rested my back on the wall as the sore test of horrible acid made me gag. 

Billy walked in with a scowl, "you need to get on your feet and take a bath or I'll force you." He said. 

I tried standing but my body won't let me, my head started pounding more, I gave up and began crying. "SHIT! Are you deaf?!" He started yelling at me causing more tears to flow down my cheeks.

"What's going on?" I heard a voice say. 

"This brat ugh! I give up! I'm taking him by force!" Billy said.

"Be cool! What's wrong with the kid?" The voice asked.

"Dunno, he won't just stand and his sobs are making me go crazy." 

"Uh, kid?" The voice said while touching me, I flinched pressing further on the war. "I won't hurt you," he brought his hand to touch me once again, this time I didn't flinch. 

"The kid is burning! How on earth do you want him to move?!" The voice yelled to Billy.

"But your father is shipping him today," Billy said.

"What?! Shipping a child?! And where are his fucking parents?!" The voice yelled.

"H-he b-bought the kid, and was planning to ship him to Mexico," Billy said.

"Jeez! What will he be doing with a kid?!"

"Dunno know boss, he only told me to bring the kid." 

"You may leave, tell him the kid is with me! That no one is touching this kid! As long as I am here!" 

"But boss, he'll boom!" 

"I don't give a fucking damn about it!" The voice said and I felt his hands going under my armpit and picking me up. I rest my head on his shoulders, shutting my eyes. Somehow I felt safe around him, I inhaled the scent of his sweet perfume that calmed my nausea. 

He dropped me on the soft bed, walking away. I heard him speaking on the phone to some doctor. I was slowly shutting my eyes, I saw him entering the room before I fell asleep. 

When the doctor came I was still asleep, I was diagnosed with fever due to malnutrition and some others like gems and stuff. 

I was brought out of bed and bath, then fed though I ate little, but I was okay. I went to the bathroom a few times to puke or jolted awake due to my constant nightmare, with my fever that seemed so real, then I was given a painful shot. 

That strange guy took good care of me, but I wasn't sure he was not gonna hurt me.

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