MONSTERS (Z. M)

Chapter 22

Cherry

Whew! That  was scary, and I was not going to stay another second in that godforsaken place. I pushed myself harder to get up and the minute he shut the door after him , I ran towards it but stopped when I remembered how incredibly under dressed I was.

I scurried for my clothes that had been abandoned in the process of being unpacked, by the monster himself . My head hurt  badly as I crouched to pick a black jegging  that he dropped at the sound of my voice earlier.

I heard the lock click and ran towards it with the jegging in my hand. "Open the door you prick. Get me out of here, don't lock me in here, please !" I yelled trying to prying it open but it didn't work. He had already left or maybe he was just there smiling at my doom.

Being locked up half my life had turned me claustrophobic and I was literally choking on my overwhelming fear. Every single scene where I spent locked in a cage played in my head and it tore my heart into little pieces. I couldn't breathe properly from memory of the scene where I almost lost my life and baby because of being confined.

After several attempts to calm my nerves, I was able to relax and once I realized that it was too late and the  fiend had already left , and I was just wasting my time, I resumed the nudity coverage.

I threw on a white t-shirt and the jegging. After successfully putting on my clothes, I  started looking for a bobby pin to show him what I could do. If he thought that I was just going to be a sitting duck, he was dead wrong.

I ransacked my hair for the ones I had used during the wedding but the wanton had literary stripped me off every.

I gave up and  plopped on the floor sobbing. I hated that life, skipping from one prison to the other. It was like prison transfer, from one to the other.

Only with Justin did I ever feel like somebody. He taught me things and not once in my life did I ever feel like a prisoner nor an egg. With that in mind, I started searching for the phone Justin had gifted me. I went for the suitcase which was halfway packed and thanked God because he hadn't reached the phone yet.

I removed the clothes one by one. But nothing.

I turned the weirdly-very - huge, room with nothing but a huge bed,  inside outside. Upside down , but it wasn't there... I searched again and again and in the end, I got nothing but backaches and more headaches. so I sat right back in dispare.

The minute I was comfortable on that floor my body surrendered to the only thing that it had been depraved of. I hadn't slept a wink in days just thinking about that dreadful wedding. I tried to make myself at peace with the idea of being married to my mum's choice for me, well at that point I hadn't known he was an imposter. And  now that I was actually wedded, I felt like dying, I wasn't excited about the wedding, I was just nervous but after I found out that it was all a ploy, I loathed it.

God knows I never wanted anything from that house much less to be comfortable and fall asleep . So no matter how much my whole system wanted to give up, I fought to keep awake. Even though keeping awake was painful.Every time I breathed in, it felt  like I was being eviscerated.

Finally I let things flow and when I woke up, the first thing that I noticed was this huge and ugly painting of me. It was some weird color but was ostentatious against that shiny black wall. I stared at that ugly thing for minutes until I thought  I saw an evil doppelganger of Cherry Green  sneering at me.

Scared, I got up and rushed to try the door again. I had started sobbing as I yanked it repeatedly to no avail. I rushed to the window and pushed it open. I couldn't see clearly where the ground started  because I was already drowsy . I was too starving .