Abused

Chapter 2

Nate dropped me off near the auditorium the next day. Before I got off, he grabbed my wrist and said in a threatening tone, "Talk to your cousin again, I will beat you harder than yesterday, understand?" I nodded and he let go. "See you later." I muttered to him, slamming the door behind me and started walking. My day was pretty good so far, but when it came to Advisory, I suddenly had the urge to go talk to Gloria. Just to be on the safe side, I got out a piece of paper and headed to her class, where she was outside waiting for her teacher. "Why do you have a paper out?" She asked. I wrote down l don't want him 2 no...

"What do you mean you don't want him to know? SPEAK!!" She asked me in her normal voice then switched to a demonic voice. I flinched. I-I can't ////-////...

"Why not?"

U don't wanna no...

"Come on, tell me."

No, sory.

"Fine."

C u around.. I wrote, then left.

By the time I got home, Nate was already there. I panicked, remembering the chip. "You talked to her, didn't you?" He asked, his back turned on me with the t.v off. I lowered my head, my eyes glued to the floor. "Hey! I'm asking you a question!" He turned around to face me, snapping his fingers.

"Did you or did you not talked to her?"

Trembling with fear, I said yes. Furious, he stood up, walked over to me, and pinned me to the wall.

"I GAVE YOU CLEAR INSTRUCTIONS NOT TO TALK TO YOUR COUSIN!! DID I NOT?!" He yelled, slapping me. "NATE, STOP!!" I begged, but he didn't listen. He kept on slapping me, and with each blow, I got a nosebleed and a bruise. I felt sick to my stomach. I tried escaping to go to the bathroom, but he held a firm grip on me, making it impossible. He grabbed a key and dragged me up to my room. I knew what that meant. He threw me in, slammed the door and I heard a click go off. He had locked me in my own room! I desperately banged on the door, begging him to let me out. He walked off, muttering to himself, leaving me alone in the dark.

Twenty-five minutes later, I was still locked in and bored out of my mind. The door opened and Nate stepped in. "Ready to come out?" He asked. I nodded. He turned on the t.v and my mom appeared on-screen, crying. "Mom..." I whispered. He looked at me.

"What?"

"T-that's my mom.." I replied, staring at it. Between tears, Mom said to the camera: "Angie, i-if you're watching this, I just want to say that I love you so much and the whole church has been praying for you. Edith and Gali miss you, and we just want you to come back. A word to the person who kidnapped my daughter; I hope you're satisfied with what you're doing..." Tears came to my eyes. I wiped them off before he saw it. Nate went to the kitchen to make smoothes. I followed him then sat down onto a chair. "So, tell me about yourself." I asked, hoping to get some answers. He told me he lived in Portsmouth, California with his two older twin brothers, Michael and Owen. He liked to go skate-boarding as a kid, then stopped due to a head injury. Later, he placed a green smoothie in front of me and another one for himself and sat down across from me. I stared at it suspiciously, noticing little green dots. "It's really good. Try it and you'll see what I mean." He said, sipping through a straw. I placed the straw to my lips and expected it to be kiwi, but realized it tasted like broccoli and other things I don't want to mention. I started to gag.

"You do know I hate broccoli, right?" I sputtered, trying to get the taste out. "How was I supposed to know?" Nate asked, annoyed. I went to the bathroom to go wash the taste off. It worked only for about a minute or two. I washed the rest of my face off with warm water and dried off. When I got back, he was gone. I checked to see if his truck was in the driveway. It wasn't there. This was my chance to escape. It was now or never...but I already knew what would happen if I escaped. I looked back to where we were sitting before and placed my straw in his cup, just to see what it tasted like. It was the same thing he gave me in my smoothie. I covered my mouth as I tried to swallow the disgusting liquid, hoping not to vomit. I placed my straw back in my own cup, hoping that he won't notice. The truck came back. I spun around, my eyes wide. Hearing the door behind him close, I rushed to the stairs and was half way there when he opened the door. I made it look like I came out of the bathroom. Nate opened the door, with a bag in his hand, stared at me and sighed, his mind wondering what to do with me. Or at least that's what it looked like. I couldn't tell, to be honest. He gave me a quick smile and I had no choice but to smile back. He placed the bag on the kitchen table and went to the living room, waving me over. At first, I thought he was going to slap me as I walked towards him. But he didn't. All he did was pushed my bangs aside and told me: "You know, you look really cute with your bangs to the side." I asked him why, unsure if he meant it. "I don't know, but to me you do." He said, stroking me with the back of his hand. Then he gave me a hug. I instantly forgot about the world around me and hugged him back. Tears ran down my face as we continued hugging. I had no idea why, but being with him made me feel safe even though he abused me so many times. He let go of me and went to his room. I sank down onto the couch, thinking about what happened just now. I sighed, hoping that tomorrow will be better.