Nameless

Chapter 16

I woke up at around 10:00 a. m. with a horrible urge to throw up. Jim was still holding me, but I needed to get to my bathroom as soon as possible. I moved my arm a little bit, hoping that he would wake up or turn over, but there was no luck there. I took in a deep breath and tried to hold my urge back. Jim moved his chest up and down, then twisted his side, allowing me to have a little bit of wiggle room to get out of the bed. I just wanted to lay here and cuddle with Jim, but I didn't think I could make it. "Oh my God." I pushed Jim's arm off of me and ran to the bathroom without looking back, not even bothering to shut the door. I knelt down beside the toilet and started vomiting.
After about 5 minutes, I felt a hand rubbing the lower part of my back and another tying my hair into a ponytail. I took a breath and turned around to see a very tired and flustered Jim Harold. I gave him a small smile and then felt something coming up again. My eyes widened and I immediately turned toward the toilet again. I vomited for about 7 more minutes after that before feeling somewhat normal again. Jim sat all the way down on the bathroom floor with his back up against my bathtub and I sat back on my knees. I flushed the vomit down and started to regain my breath. Jim pulled my waist into his hips and let me lay there with him. He must have known that I was tired because he nuzzled his head next to mine, which he only did when I was either falling asleep or on my period. I didn't want to move away from him, but I knew that we couldn't stay like this forever. Robert would start to get suspicious, and even Olivia would start to get a little worried. I just wanted to curl up into a little ball and have Jim cuddle me for a month.
We laid there for almost an hour, both of us half asleep. Jim hadn't moved, and I didn't want to. Maybe we could run away together and elope, or maybe just run away from this God forsaken place. I lost my train of thought after another urge to throw up brought me up onto my knees, begging me to eject any food that was left inside of my body. Jim never left my side. He rubbed my back and kept nudging his nose onto my neck which sent chills down my entire spine.
When I finished, I rested back onto his chest while he circled his arms around my waist. His hands were placed right on the center of my stomach. He moved them up and down as if he were trying to feel for something, but I didn't mind. It felt nice to have him here with me. I finally looked up at him, "I love you."
"I love you too, please don't forget that."
He started tearing up at the sight of my pale face and bruised body. "I did this to you, Annie. I'm so sorry."
I looked down at my now shaking hands. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to forgive him or just allow him to take me under his influence. "The bruises will heal, I'll be fine." He just stared at me while a few tears fell. "I--" someone knocked on the door.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR JIM"
Robert.
Jim sprung up and threw me into the bathtub. "I love you. Don't move." He pulled the curtain closed, then flushed the toilet and took a few steps toward the door. When he turned the knob, that's when I heard him. The fucker.
"Jim, please." He begged.
"Oh my God," Jim sounded so..frightened. I couldn't tell what his face looked like considering I wasn't moving from this spot in the tub till Robert left the room. "Liv, you need to put that down."
"Listen to me. This fucker kept me locked up here for 15 years, making me pretend to be that bitch's mother, never really loving me. You don't deserve to love that bitch either." Olivia's voice sounded so stern, so... angry.
"Put the gun down, please. We can figure this out."
A gun?! Olivia found a fucking gun?!
"She deserves better than you, Rob. You took her for granted and spied on her and you took her away from her family. You're an asshole." Jim tried to negotiate with her, but she wasn't budging.
"Fuck you, and you too, you're his fucking sidekick, you ass. And that girl you're hiding somewhere? Yeah, she may be pregnant. But I show no mercy to her either. She deserves no better than either of you."
Olivia was scared now. But, she was the one with the gun in her hand. No. She can't kill me. I didn't do anything to deserve this.
"Listen to me, please Liv, listen," I couldn't bear to hear anymore. I tried to cover my ears, but that wouldn't block out the sound of my boyfriend's begging voice. "Liv, please!!" Jim was begging. I opened the curtain a crack to see what was happening.
Olivia had pointed the gun directly at Jim's forehead.
"Please. Don't hurt Annie. Please. "
She cocked the gun.
"Please," Jim whispered, "please."
It went off.
He let out one final breath, and then, nothing.
Jim was dead.