Saving Belle

Chapter 16

Kyla's POV

           The morning came and went faster than I would have liked. Breakfast was awfully quiet today. Nathan was angry, as well as Luca. Jessie seemed upset but mostly stared down at her plate. Even Olivia seemed to know something wasn't normal this morning and stayed silent. 

          Jessie had too much work today to be able to take off so she needed to stay behind. Olivia went to her room to play with her dolls right after breakfast.

          And here we are now. Nathan, Luca and I all sitting in the car. We are driving to the prison this time. This scares me more than going to the police station. Not only am I being forced to speak with my rapist foster brother but I am being forced to talk to him in a place where there are other rapists. I know I will be safe with Nathan and Luca there, but the fear of being near Eric is stronger than my trust in two people that I barely know.

          The drive to the prison was supposed to be a half hour long but it felt like we arrived in minutes. It's taking everything in me not to freak out as we walk to the giant doors. The guards ask for all of our ID's but I don't have one. Nathan explained the situation and they checked their list and realized who I was.

          The one female guard steps forward. Her dark curls lay perfectly across her face and her smile is wide as she looks directly as me, "Hi Kyla. My name is Jennifer Blakes. I am scheduled to be your personal guard while you are here. Whatever you choose today I am here for you. If you want to talk to Eric alone, I will be right outside the door. If you feel more comfortable with security in the room, I will be right there."

          I nod my head and whisper 'thank you' under my breath. My hands are visibly shaking. This is ridiculous that they are forcing me to talk to my rapist. What's next? Are they going to force me to talk to my abusers too? Ooh or even better, maybe they will make me meet with my biological mom that threw me into all of this mess.

          Ms. Blakes leads us through all of the different security checks. We had to pass the meeting room for all of the prisoners to see their family. This made me a little uneasy, but honestly? These men didn't seem as scary as Eric is to me.

          We get to a fancy looking section of the prison. This is where they hold prisoners that need to meet with their lawyers or detectives. Ms. Blakes even pointed out that this is rare for a victim to be brought in to speak with the abused. 

          The doors were large and had many locks but once inside there was three hallways. Each one led to beautiful offices. The offices had the bare minimum; desk, three chairs, lamp, law books. The desk had a set on handcuffs on them for the prisoner.

          Inside of office three was Eric, handcuffed to the desk and looking bored out of his mind. A guard was standing right behind him watching his every move. Eric seems relatively calm, almost happy.

          We are walked into the room. Eric is warned of no funny business. Then everyone leaves the room. Just me and my abuser. This demon.

          He smiles widely at me, "Hi babygirl. Why don't you come sit?"

          His pet name sends shivers down my spine. I hate him. Nonetheless, my brain tells me to listen and I sit like he asked me to. He nods his head almost proudly. Proud of his beautiful destruction.

          I sit there silently. I don't want to speak with this evil guy. He wanted me here so he needs to speak, not me.

          His smile gets bigger, "Such a good girl. Knows when to listen and when to keep those pretty lips shut. God those are beautiful lips-"

          A bang on the window behind me cuts Eric off. A little speaker is heard and a male voice, Mr. Clarke, speaks gruffly, "Say what you want to say and get this over with or Kyla will be leaving right now."

          Eric lifts his hands up in a 'I surrender' motion. The cuffs hold him back from raising them all of the way though. He laughs a little, "Alright old man damn. I'm allowed to have small talk with her aren't I? Besides, you make her leave early than I won't be giving you the information you want oh so desperately." He laughs again as the room fills with silence. Mr. Clark didn't respond which I am assuming that means he is granting Eric the time he wants.

          He nods his head and turns his cold eyes toward me. "So," He looks me up and down, "How are you liking your new house?"

          I stare. No response. I will not respond to this man. He doesn't deserve to hear my voice. I can only imagine the dirty things he wants me to use my voice for and he shouldn't be able to hear anything from me anymore.

          His smile falters just a little bit. "What, don't wanna talk to your boyfriend anymore?"

          My eyes widen and before I can think, I blurt out, "You are not my boyfriend!"

          "Oh yea? Then why did you ever say yes when I asked you?" He smiles again, he is taunting me.

          I shake my head. I need to stay strong, I can't speak to him. He will turn my words around on me. 

          He says louder, "Oh come onnnn. Kyla, it's okay. Now that you aren't being fostered by my parents, we can tell everyone the truth! Babygirl, I miss you. Just tell those detectives the truth and then I can get out of here and we can live together."

          I get the courage to glare at him to which he laughs, "I always loved this joking side of you. But seriously, tell them the truth. We have been together for so long baby, hell, maybe it's even time for us to get hitched. How's that sound baby? We can go get married once you get this shit all sorted out for me."

          Again, I don't respond. He sighs, he is up to something, Then he says something I never thought I'd have to deal with ever again, "Just think about it baby, we can move in together. Me you and we can even invite Weston too. That would be awesome wouldn't it? Our best friend moving in with us? Oh and just imagine how much cheaper the rent-"

          He goes on rambling for who knows how long. I zoned out. I only heard the name and felt pure terror. I think of Eric as the Devil's spawn, but Weston? He is the devil.

          And now he is back, and I am utterly fucked.