Loving Rome

Chapter Twelve: The Video

Warning this chapter is intense ⚠️

The screen starts of static and I frown.

"What the hell." Antonio groans and Arianna shushes him until finally it begins.

Flashing lights show on the scream as some upbeat music play in the back ground. It looked to be taped on a hand held camera as it moved messy around as someone adjusted their holding on it. It cut between tapes showing girls dancing, then big crowds of people before showing people drinking here and there.

"This is ass!" Donte shouts annoyed.

Just then the footage switches. It was a girl stumbling her back facing the camera. She had long dark hair reaching mid back. She was wearing a light blue dress with some killer heels. The people recording followed the stumbling girl to the women's bathroom where she entered. They waited a few moments and I excepted the footage to switch like before. Instead the men then enter the women's bathroom and my heart starts to pound.

The bathroom is empty containing three stalls with only the furthest door closed. The light is a muted white and green color. There was a flush and then a stall door opens. The girl stumbles out of the stall and makes her way to the sink laughing.

The back of her is small, she's tiny. The men make their way over and the girl finally snaps her gaze over to them. Her confused dazed hazel eyes lock onto them. Onto me. My heart stops my face is pale.

"What the fuck." Antonio murmurs.

It was me. It was from that night. I can't move my body. My face was different it held no face scar, it was free from any scar. My cheeks were flushed a pink and I pouted my lips at the end behind the camera. I was young, I just turned 17.

"Excuse you this is the ladies room." I giggle before holding myself up by the sink.

There was no response and you can see my dazed eyes turn more and more dazed as I stumble as I stand until I fall into the floor onto my butt.

Slowly the men walk closer. You can only see two pairs of shoes one wearing black combat boots and the other wearing nice brown dress shoes. The combat boots was recording the video. It was eerily silent as the person slowly crouches to my slumped over self on the ground.

His finger touches my chin lifting my head which was bent forward. My eyes were completely out of it.

"Can you. Can you please take me home." I murmur.

"I take you home. But first we have fun." A heavy Russian accent says and a chill is sent down my spine.

The video cuts and goes dark leaving the screen black and the area pitch black as everyone tries to assemble what they saw.

"Lilah was that you." Arianna questions in the dark room softly.

Just then the video flicks back on. There's grunts and a sob followed again and again. Each time I hear the sob my heart clenches. The camera is picked up and is adjusted to display what's happening.

The man is wearing a mask a black ski mask. His pants around his ankles his hand over my mouth as I sob. The screen cuts black again. I can't move I can't speak.

The screen cuts back again it's a close up on my face. Black makeup runs down my eyes and a giant hand runs down my face. My lip in the video quivers tears streaming down my face.

"If I take my hand away will you scream." A heavy Russian accent asks.

I see myself shake my head no hazel eyes streaming tears constantly. Slowly the hand removes it from my mouth and my lips pant receiving the air.