Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)

Chapter 13

I could smell apple and cinnamon, what the hell? I thought to myself and I forced my eyes to open, sleep had gathered towards the sides and my face was dry due to the amount of crying.

And then all of it came back in a rush, the accident, Alex, oh God! ALEX! I got up but found that my wrists were bound by restraints. Handcuffs to be precise. I was handcuffed to a large California King bed.  The fear that came over me, froze the blood in my veins to pure horror and I let rip, a bloodcurdling scream.

“HELP ME!” I knew this bed, I knew the scent. I was in Adrian’s lair. I screamed again and began to thrash.

The massive oak doors that were in front of me quickly opened as Adrian rushed in, pure dread plastered on his face, his icy blue eyes, leaving holes in my body. I was glad to find myself clothed in the same clothes I was wearing at the hospital, at least the sick psycho hadn’t touched me. He was wearing a dark navy blue suit with a white shirt, his inky hair sat messy and he hadn’t done his shoelaces yet.

“MILLA!” He came to me and unlocked the handcuffs, I pulled my hands and recoiled, rushing to the farthest part of the room, getting as far away as I could from Adrian.

“You bastardly son of a bitch!” I spat out, “How could you?!”

Adrian came closer to me, “Milania, relax. Zara didn’t want to have you over there and so…”

“How did I end up here?” I asked, as I crossed my arms over my chest. Adrian swallowed, “I brought you here.”

And that’s when I lost it. I flung myself on Adrian, knocking him to the ground, I began to punch him with all the force and strength I had, “FUCK YOU!” I screamed over and over again.

“MILANIA!” I felt Adrian snake his arm around my waist as he flipped me. I painfully hit my head on the floor and now he was on top of me, I was aware of how are bodies were touching each other.
Before Adrian could say anything, I slithered from underneath him, punched his face and ran outside, shit. I didn’t remember where the exit was, it had been a year since I had been in this very same asylum. I ran frantically opening every, and any door in sight, but to my chagrin all of them were locked. Then, I finally ran to the kitchen.

“Milla! Where are you?” Adrian shouted, I could hear him approaching. I stayed quietly behind the counter. I ducked down so that he would not see me, but he did, my movement and my breathing betraying me so cruelly that I thought this was just a nasty dream, but alas! It was not.

He entered the kitchen, but he kept his large frame close to the door, partially blocking it in case I decided to make a run for it. He arched his eyebrow, “What are you doing?” He ran his hands through his hair, and tapped his fingers on the marble counter top. He stared at me with amusement, as if this was nothing more than a joke to him.

I could feel the sweat forming everywhere. It was rolling down my neck, my breasts, my thighs, I was scared and panicky, and I replied, “Why did you bring me here?” My eyes scanned the surroundings for any weapon, none for now.

“I want you Milania,” He whispered. He took a step towards me and I involuntarily took a step back, the back of my knees hitting the kitchen storage unit.
My spine tingled, it felt cold, the hairs on my arms stood up and goose bumps invaded the naturally smooth texture of my skin. I stared at him from across the room. My nightmare had really returned. I now was aware of the gleaming knife that was on the counter in front of me. I grabbed it, “Adrian, please! Leave! Alex and I are happy in our life. Why don’t you understand?” I held it up in front of me. Putting my body in a defensive position I continued, “I love him, I am happy with him. Why can’t you leave me alone?”