Abused

Chapter 8

As soon as she left, he turned to me, a concerned look on his face. "You okay?" He asked, staring into my brown eyes. I sighed, looking down at my shoes, one of the shoelaces untied. Brandon also noticed and we both crashed into each other headfirst. "M-my apologies, I-I d-didn't mean it. A-are you okay? D-does it hurt?" He stammered, starting to blush. My face turned red and I found myself blushing at him as well. Getting down on one knee, he quickly tied my shoelaces -both of them- and picked up my ID, asking for my name and where I lived. I told him that I used to live in Arizona. He got my backpack, and told me to follow him to his table. I started fidgeting with my ring. What do I do? I silently asked myself. Placing my backpack onto a chair, Brandon introduced me to a few friends of his. "Angelica, these are my friends. This is Derek Robertson," A senior guy with glasses nodded in my direction and said, "S'up?" "and Nicole Kidman." A freshman girl in pigtails waved at me. I chuckled nervously and waved back at them.

"Where did you used to live?" Derek asked me as I took a chair between Brandon and Derek. l looked down then back up. "A-Arizona." I took my tablet out of my backpack, showing them the photos of my family, explaining why I was here. By the time I was done, the bell rang, signalling us to go to class.

After school, I saw Nate's truck the moment I stepped out and approached it. "How's your day been?" He asked me as I climbed in then we drove off.

"Good, I guess."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, tell me what happened."

"Maybe later, okay?"

Nate sighed then rolled his eyes and took a sharp turn around the corner, causing me to bump my head against the window. "Ow!" I exclaimed, rubbing it. "Well, that's what you get for not telling me what happened!" He shot back at me. I glared at him. "Tell me what happened before I'm forced to punish you!!" He bellowed, making me flinch. We stopped at a red light and he leaned towards me, his face inches away from mine. I leaned back, whimpering and glancing at the red light, hoping it would turn green before he could do anything. The light eventually turned green and he turned away from me.

When we arrived at the house, I placed my phone on the counter, charging then went to my room. I took out a piece of paper from my notebook and started writing:

Things I like about Nate 

I like when Nate comes home early.

I like when Nate cooks me dinner.

I like when Nate allows me to text my parents.

I like when Nate spends time with me.

I like when Nate -

He opened the door and asked me what was I doing. I replied: "N-nothing" when he walked over to me, snatching the notebook from my lap. Skimming through it, he asked me in a rude voice: "What the hell is this?!" I bit my lip as he asked me again. "It's just something I did, okay?" I shot back. Wrong answer.

He grabbed both of my wrists with his left hand and started slapping me hard across my face, yelling at me why I did that. "TELL ME! WHY DID YOU FUCKING WRITE THAT?! HUH?! WHY?! IS THERE A REASON?! IF SO, THEN TELL ME!!" 

I struggled to get away from his grip, only to make it worse than before. He slapped me so hard, my eyes were seeing black dots. Laying me down on the bed, he stared deeply into my tearful eyes and started smirking. "From now on, you will obey my every command, whether you like it or not. And if you disobey, I will beat and force myself on you, making your life miserable. Understand?" I closed my eyes and nodded. "Y-yes s-sir.." was my response. "Good." He nodded, tilting my head up to look at him in the eyes. "Look at me." Nate whispered. I refused to do so. "Look at me!!" he yelled. I forced myself to look, trembling. "That's better," he muttered as he leaned towards me, his breath against my neck. "Now, don't move so much. You don't want me to do the hard way, now would you?" I shook my head, cringing. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" He asked, glancing at me. I had no choice but to nod. I hated the way he treated me. He was always in my business, asking me what was I doing. I hated it. I wanted it to fade away, to tell my past self that I was about to get kidnapped. But it was impossible. I was always on his bad side nearly every day. He got off me, taking the paper along, and tore it in half, facing me. "What are other things that you've been hiding from me?" He asked, and left.

**The whole "Things I like about Nate" is a Doki Doki literature club reference to Natsuki's abusive father in the game. Here is the original poem...

& Here's my version of it. Enjoy!!**