The Abnormality Of The Normality

' I'm frozen in time'

I stared out of the window for the short 10-minute drive. I could feel Jack's slight glares as he drove. He was expecting me to get out and run but I can't. I'm frozen in time. As we arrive at the house, I finally look over at him, studying his expressions.  He hasn't shaved in a while, so stubble crept around his jaw. Every so often I watch him as he combs his hand through his slicked back hair, drenched in gel. Once he has parked the car, he looks straight back at me. I avoid eye contact by looking out of the window instead. "we need to go in" He states. I stay, petrified of moving. My eyes watch him as he clambers out of his car and storms round to my side. "I said, we're going in." His voice risen in his anger. My body goes limp as he grabs my arm, forcing me to stand next to him. I glance around me to see if I can somehow escape. He reads my mind and tightens his grip on my already throbbing arm. Tears threaten to fall down my cheeks. I have no fight left in me so I allow him to escort me into the house.

I knew he hadn't changed. He was just being nice because we were in public. Now we are back in this house and I have no one to turn to. Nobody is coming to save me this time. Nobody cares enough to help me.

He marches me up to the spare bedroom. Throwing me towards the bed like a bag of trash. I cower away from him covering my face with my hands. He hastily walks out, locking the door shut behind him. As soon as I hear the door lock. I uncurl my body and make my way over to the window. I try to open it before noticing the large bolts locking it from the outside. I was trapped in this hell once again. I attempt to bang on the window to let someone know that I am there but there is not a single person in sight. I had to accept reality. I'm entombed within these four walls with a very uncertain future. The only part of my future I am almost certain on is that Jack is going to make me pay for what happened.

I find myself curling up into a tight ball on the small single bed, facing away from the door. My arm has turned a horrid decolourised shade of blue. His fingerprints remained where he had gripped me earlier on. As I lay watching outside the window, I watch as the afternoon turns into the darkness that night-time brought. I don't know when, but I find myself drifting off to sleep.

It's still early when I am awoken by the sudden pressure around my wrists. They were above my head. I try to move my arms but I cant. I thrash about on the bed but there's no hope. Both my arms and legs have been tied tightly to the four posts on the bed. I look to my right to where Jack now stood. "There's no point in fighting" He claims as he watches my eyes go wide with fear. I refuse to speak to him. The man that I saw before me was not the man I knew. Instead a stranger stood in his place. I open my mouth to scream but no sound came out. My mouth was dryer than the Sahara Desert. He holds a glass of what I can only presume is water up to my lips, but I refuse to drink it. He sighs in annoyance and places an old straw into the glass, holding my nose with one hand, he forces the other end into my mouth. "Drink" he demands so I reluctantly do so. I notice the odd flavour straight away but I just assume it's a little stale from how long it has been sat in the glass. I start to choke so he removes his hand and the straw, giving me a second to catch my breath. Just as I catch it , he forces the straw back into my mouth, forcing me to down the drink. My eyes begin to feel heavy as his silhouette fades away into darkness.