Revenge

Chapter 18: Unforgettable

Chapter 18: Unforgettable

"You broke my fathers nose," Trinity tells me the next day, delivering my breakfast. Toast and bacon, with a plastic cup of orange juice.

"He's lucky I didn't break his neck," I counter, putting my hands in my lap. I sit on the bed, tapping my bare foot on the tiled floor. I've done several mental assessments on myself. No permanent injuries I think. Lots of scars probably. But where that dog bit me, I'm worried about it. It will abruptly stings at some points. Doesn't that mean its infected?

"Look bitch, do you want to survive here? Answer that question," she tells me. Last night I wanted to jump off the roof. Die. There's no escape. But if that were true, how is it I woke up outside that one night? I've taken it under consideration, and the likelihood of me walking my ass out of here while asleep is not very great. So how did I end up there?

Someone would have had to carry me... But who?

I have two suspects. Trinity or Nate. Maybe whoever helped me will help me again.

"What exactly happened the night I escaped? The first time?" I ask.

"Um, ignore my question much?" I narrow my eyes on here. "Fine. I was supposed to be monitoring the camera or whatever, then I fell asleep, I woke up a little bit later, about thirty minutes, and you were gone but your door was open. I rewound the footage but for the last hour, the footage was deleted."

I stare at her, study her. Could she be lying? Could she be the one who tried to help me escape? But if that were so, why didn't she let me run? Instead she pointed a gun at me. That leaves one person left. Nate. Could he really be the one who tried to help me? But why?

My head throbs, and my knees shake. The way he acted yesterday truly scared me. He wants me dead now. He has chosen revenge, so maybe I really am alone here.

"How did you do it?" Trinity asks, breaking me out of my trance.

"Huh?" It takes me a second to remember what we were talking about. I stare at her dumbly trying to come up with a reply. None come. The corners of her mouth turn into a smile. A smile that sends chills through my body. She leans close to me, close enough for me to know she's recently had a cigaret. She licks her lips then whispers, "Ah, I see."

Confusion pulses through me and I don't let my eyes leave my lap. "See what?" I ask finally, looking up. But by the time I do look up, the door closes and locks with a click.

*.*.*

I'm torn from my nap when a hand presses to my mouth. I scream, but the hand muffles the outburst. When the sleep begins to dissipate from my eyes, I see Harold's face form before me. He smiles, that evil, wicked signature smile that's always usually plastered to his lips. I see the bandage across his nose. I truly did break his nose. He looks like he just got a nose job.

I clamp my lips shut, silencing my screams, and hiding my smile.

"You broke my nose you fucking bitch," he hisses. The twisted smile doesn't fade, and I'm flabbergasted by it.

"Awe, boo," I whisper, my voice thick with sarcasm. He drags me from the bed so I'm in a standing position.

"You just don't seem to get it, do you sweetie?" His hand finds my chin and he runs his finger along my jawline. My body reacts before my brain does. I grab his wrist with one hand, and his elbow with the other. I slide underneath his armpit, pulling his arm violently behind his back. I shove him forward, so he's bent over the side table. He shouts out in pain, which quickly transforms into a shout of anger. I hold his arm at an odd angle, ready to break it if he moves.

I bring my mouth close to his ear and whisper, "Call me sweetie again, and I'll break your fucking arm."

His body tenses up and I tighten my grip on his arm.

"You never learn, do you?" He snarls. His body suddenly goes limp, catching me off guard. My grip loosens and I'm thrown backwards. My body slams into the tiled wall, and it takes me a few seconds for me to gain my balance. My head makes brutal contact with the wall and I feel my body smash into the floor, the harsh contact wobbling my already stressed bones. My eyes begin to blur, black spots start to cloud my vision. I feel my body being hefted up, then put somewhere. I feel something tighten around my wrists and my eyes focus enough to see a zip tie restraining my wrists to a metal rod attached to the end of the bed. Terror tears through me like a bullet, and I try to find Harold. I can't see him.

That means he's somewhere he always is in my nightmares. Behind me.

"I'm going to show you who's boss, I own you," his deep voice makes me shake uncontrollably. I look over at the flashing red camera in the wall.

"Help me!" I scream, tears falling down my cheeks. I hear my heart in my ears. "Help me!" As the words escape my lips, that red flashing light, stops flashing. The light flicks off and my blood runs cold.

His hands land on my hips, and I try shaking from his grip, but at this angle, it's hard to move. "Please... Please don't do this," I beg. His hands find the waist band of my pants, and without a seconds hesitation, pulls them down. He lifts my legs and pulls off the pants completely. I scream out in panic. This isn't happening! It's a dream.

I close my eyes, trying to wake up. I hear the clank of his belt buckle being undone. I'm not waking up. Why am I not waking up?

Then it hits me like a wave; this isn't a dream.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he purrs. That's when it happens. My nightmares become a reality as Harold inserts himself into me. It's not a surprise he isn't gentle. I scream in pain, terror, and every other unexplainable feeling I feel as he thrusts himself harder and harder into my body. I never thought my first time would be forced, I never even considered it'd be like this. But here it is; just another thing these monsters have taken from me.