Muted

Chapter 27

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Violence and abuse.

It's been hours since Dillon and his biological parents left. I could see very well that Angie was losing her energy to stay awake, so I put my head on the table and attempted to scoot a plate of food to her.

She saw what I did and put her face on her plate and didn't hold back trying to eat. I sat and watched her energy slowly come back to life and felt relief. She then tried scooting the same plate to me, but my appetite was long gone.

Angie must've heard the door open because I watched her jump and her face fill with fear, terror leaving her eyes. I sank further into my seat, attempting not to be seen. I felt one of the three brush their fingers through my hair and shuddered in disgust.

I violently shook my head and turned to see it was Dillon who had touched me. If this was any time before now I would've gotten butterflies; but with our current situation, I just wanted to throw up.

Dillon's biological mother untapped Angie from her chair and I can vaguely seeing her lips move, forming the words, "I don't care what you do with me, but please don't lay a finger on her."

I could see his father cynically laughing at her words before his mother took her away. Dillon violently whipped my chair to face him and he smiled.

"I missed you," he said. He didn't look afraid about me being stuck here, and he definitely wasn't afraid of his parents. What changed? How long had he known them?

I was for sure he could see my fear towards him because he suddenly looked very angry, which only scared me more. I watched him rapidly move his eyes from his parents to me before he ripped the tape off of my wrists. I rubbed my wrists from the irritation of the tape.

Dillon grabbed me harshly and pulled me from my chair, rushing me to another room in the house. I could feel the door behind me slam shut from the vibrations of the floor, and fiercely jumped.

I slowly turned to look at Dillon and could see nothing but a monster. The same monster that has man handled me countless times, the same monster that has screamed in my face and made me cry on multiple occasions. The same monster that bought me a puppy in exchange for forgiveness.

I slowly realized that I was nothing but a meat victim of emotional, mental and even sometimes physical abuse... from the man before me. And he played with my emotions and manipulated me into believing it was love.

He manipulated me by making me feel bad for him. He manipulated me by always apologizing and saying he wanted a 'start over.' He manipulated me by making it seem like he would be good friends with my friends and with my mother. And I always fell for it.

Dillon turned to look at me and quickly approached me.

"Did you miss me," he asked, grabbing my arms and digging his fingers into them.

I tried to pull away from the pain, but he only tightened his grip and lowered his face to mine.

"Tell me you missed me," he practically begged.

I could feel the tears burning my eyes from fear. I kept pulling away and even tried prying his fingers away, it only made him more desperate.

"Riley, say you missed me!"

He got even closer to my face and I could feel his breath on my face. I was so afraid of him coming even closer, so instinctively I slapped him across the face... hard.

Dillon let go of me and put his hand up to where I had slapped him. He looked back at me in shock, then with pure rage. I quickly backed away from him into a corner and crouched.

I put my hands above my head, tucked my chin in and took the abuse. He violently kept hitting my arms, trying to get me to break down my barrier. I kept them there.

I was for sure he had sprained my wrist and maybe even broke something in my arm, but I didn't care. As long as my head and face were safe enough from possible force blunt trauma, then I didn't care.

He violently hit me for a good twenty minutes before he would realize that I wasn't going to give him any access to my face or body. He finally gave up and I could feel him walk away and out the door with a hard slam.

Once I knew he was out of the clearing, I moved my arms. I slightly grunted from the physical pain and silently shed some tears. I had only wished that I had listened to Rebel and Angie when they told me about him.

And I sure hoped that Angie was having a easier time than I was. After entering this house and seeing what Dillon was truly capable of, I knew for certain that I had to get out. That I wasn't going to let Angie die here, nor would I let myself. I would escape the clutches of Dillon Carter even if it meant I had to murder my way out.

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