Lea's P.O.V.
I woke up, unable to move. My arms and legs felt heavy, as if something, or someone, was holding them down. The fear of being paralyzed again started to overwhelm me.
Where am I? This isn't my room. Where the hell am I? Why can't I move? No, no, no. Not again.
I felt myself start to panic.
Shit, shit, shit.
I took deep breaths to try and calm my raging nerves.
"Sh, Lea. You're O.K."
That voice, it wasn't his.
Fingertips grazed my jawline.
No, no, no, please. Not again.
I felt the man beside me sit up and carefully pull me into his lap. Why would he be careful? There was never anything careful about him.
The man laid my head on his chest, holding me in place. I froze, my fear of what he would do consuming me.
"Lea, open your eyes and look at me."
I knew that voice, the soft commanding tone washed over me, but it had to be one of his tricks, didn't it?
"Lea, please open your eyes."
He never asked, he only demanded, and when I wouldn't comply, he punished me by hurting Cece.
I felt my hair being brushed back and my cheeks being gently caressed, soft lips pressing into the side of my head.
There was nothing soft or gently about him. He was always rough.
"Lea, baby, please open your eyes."
That voice, begging and pleading softly, I could hear the fear in it.
Why would he be afraid?
I heard a door opening, the man's voice just as concerned as the man holding me, "Boss?"
Why would there be another person in the room? Why would the man be calling him Boss? He was always alone. Why would they be concerned? He never was. He didn't care that he was hurting us.
"Bring me a glass of water and a cool rag."
I heard footsteps disappearing, water running, and cabinets opening, then the second man's voice came closer as a cool rag washed over my face, "What is wrong with her Boss?"
I could feel the man holding me shake his head slightly, "Lea, come on. Open your eyes for me. You're safe."
I didn't believe him. It had to be a trick. He had to be tricking me.
"Do you want me to call Dr. Martin?"
Why would he call a doctor?
He didn't care enough to have our bruises and cuts treated. He revelled in our pain. In my pain.
"If I could just get her to open her eyes."
I could hear the hurt and exasperation in his voice.
Why would he be hurt?
"Carter, I'm calling Dr. Martin."
The second man's voice, I knew it as well, along with the name he used.
Carter.
Where did I know that name from. It wasn't his name.
Carter.
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A Cartel Affair (First Original Draft)
General Fiction** Special Note ** This story will be edited at a later date to fit my current writing style, however, I am leaving this first very rough draft up until then. Highest Ranking -- # 1 in General Fiction - Feb 2015 to April 2015 Twenty-two year o...
