HIM

chapter 6: Big mistake

When I came to again I didn’t realize how much I messed up. All I had to say to him was yes, and now I'm in pain. No, this isn’t my fault. It’s his. No matter how hard I tried convincing myself I was still suffering because of my own stubbornness. Why am I so stubborn? I still felt everything he did to me, so knocking me out didn’t work, just stopped me from fighting back, attempting to stop something that would’ve possibly hurt me worse if I was conscious, that was all. I wanted to die, I knew I shouldn't have gone to the party. If I would have gone home or just told Abby no, I wouldn't have been here.

I tried getting up, but realized I was restrained. Why me? I have to get out of here before he does something else. There were no windows, no way out, just a door. I tried moving again, wanting to get free, and leave wherever I was. It seemed as if all this was planned from the beginning, from the very first moment we met. I thought I heard another voice, but I must have been hallucinating. Me being here is going to be a torturous hell, is it better to comply and do what he says, or do what you know is right? That question will always remain unanswered. I did what I had to, in order to stay alive.

I heard a door open and close, then footsteps, stairs, I thought as I saw the door opened and I saw him again.  “Feel better, I know I do.” he said sitting on the bed. “Why are you doing this?” I asked in a shaky voice. “Because I can.” he said, placing his hand on my back “He will come for me. You won’t get away with this.”
“You don’t think so, babygirl I already have.” he said proudly.
“what do you mean?” I asked. “Jack isn’t coming for you. You see, you left your phone at my house, he asked if I noticed you acting differently. I told him the truth, I told him that you were hitting on me, you kept looking at me. My only question is, what did you tell him.”
“I didn't tell him anything. All he asked was if I was fine, I told him that I was fine. I swear.” I said, in fear he would hurt me again.

“I don’t believe you,” he said as he slapped me again. “Don’t lie to me ever again!” he hit me some more “I-I’m not lying to you that is what I said.”  I said, trying not to cry. “Please, don’t do this.”  I pleaded hoping, but knowing it wouldn’t work “Don’t talk back to me!” the slaps went to punches, and kicks. I was useless, I couldn’t fight back, I was still restrained. There was nothing I could do, not even scream. “Stop! Please.” I pleaded hoping he would stop hitting me, but knowing he wouldn’t. “I said shut up bitch!” he kept hitting me, and it seemed like forever before he stopped. When he did, he said “Maybe you’ve learned your lesson” before leaving. I finally drifted off to sleep, Only to be woken by a nightmare. Jack, be smart, find me before he kills me. I can’t be here much longer.