Too Stubborn To Be Broken

Chapter 5

When I woke up, there was a small bag and a bottle of water on the table, but no one was there. After I ate, I pried at the loose board until I got dizzy again. When Dawson brought in lunch, I had my head on my arms on the table. When I looked up at him, he smiled and said "You look like shit."

"Thanks. I feel like it, too."

"How's your ribs?"

"Still bruised and broken."

"I have good news for you. Mark will be here tonight, and he's going to bring you dinner."

"I should be scared right now, shouldn't I?"

"Maybe. He might be able to control himself until tomorrow, but I doubt it."

"So there's no chance you'll let me walk out of here when you do, is there?"

He laughed and said "Not a chance. You're still entertaining, and I'm still mad at you."

"Happy to be of service."

Without another word, we ate, and he left. When I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, I went to work pulling the board off the window. It finally came free, and I almost fell when it did. I carefully put it back up, so it looked like it hadn't been pulled free. I moved the table and chairs, so that the chair I usually sat in was right next to the window. I even practiced grabbing it down and swinging it toward the other chair. I smiled to myself and thought Yup. Just like a bat.

When Mark came in, I couldn't believe my eyes. He looked like a white pissed off Shaq, and he actually had to duck to get in the room. I didn't stand a chance against this guy. He set a McDonald's bag and 2 drinks down, and we didn't say anything. After we ate, he sat there just eyeing me over, and I kept eyeing the door. I wanted to say Get it over with., but thought better of it. Instead, I tried to think about how fast or slow he would be with his size, but with his reach I'd have to be really fast. I was doomed, and that board would just piss him off. It'd probably feel like a bee sting to him. I stood up and went into the bathroom, hoping he'd just leave, but he didn't.

When I opened the door, he was standing in front of it. I took a step back, and he reached for me. I jumped back and hit the sink with my lower back. I was trapped, and the worse thing is that I'd trapped myself. He grabbed my throat with 1 hand, picked me up off the ground and slammed me against the mirror above the sink. He started feeling me up with his free hand, and I tried and miserably failed, to push him away. I managed one good knee to the groin, and his grip on my throat loosened just enough for me to drop to the floor.

As I crawled away, he grabbed a handful of hair and jerked me to my feet, and I reached up and behind my head to grab his hand. After he led me toward the bed, he shoved me down face first, and I tried to catch myself with my arms and scramble for the other side of the bed. He grabbed my left leg by the back of my pants and flipped me over. I tried to kick him, but he grabbed both legs and pulled me closer to him. As useless as it was, I kept trying to fight free.

He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and pinned me down with his knee and shin on my chest. He undid my pants and ripped them down. He had to let go of my wrists to get my pants completely off. When he let go, I punched with everything I had aiming at his nose. When I hit him, I felt something give, and he let me go completely. I quickly rolled over and started to crawl away again. Trying to pull me back, he grabbed my pants and yanked them. My pants came off, but I made it off the bed and scrambled to my feet.

His nose was bleeding steadily, and I really hoped it was broken. I wished I had that board, but I was on the wrong side of the bed and the room. He slowly walked around the bed toward me. I waited until he was far enough away from the bed to literally run across it. I made it to the chair, but the board just out of my reach, before he grabbed me in a bear hug. He squeezed hard, and I screamed in pain. I'm pretty sure I heard him laugh, but I was screaming too load to be sure.