81 Days of Summer

Day 9

Song for this chapter is: I'd love to change the world by Jetta but the MatStubs remix :3

When you get to the part where it says "Play Song, yo" listen to the song called Roses by James Arthur and Emeli Sandé :3. I LOVE JAMES ARTHUR OKAI

STEFANS POINT OF VIEW

A couple of days after the beating, which is now, my bruises had subsided- with my mother's make up.

Everyday since the beating before today, I haven't been allowed to go out.

My mind pondered about how I became unconscious yesterday.

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(This is Stefan's previous point of view that ended the day before he was talking right now.)
(The DAY BEFORE)

My parents know that if I have any slight chance of telling anybody about what they've done to me, I will.

They've taken my phone away, cuffed my hands to the bedpost, and left me in the hotel room everyday now for five days. They've only fed me at night, once per day, and they make the room as dark as possible when they leave so I don't try anything.

Can you believe that I've only had five meals since the beating? And hardly any light? And no water at all? And I GOT BEAT?!

I need Amber.

Just the thought of her keeps me going.

I remember when I met her, at the exhibit opening.

I remember the first thing I said to her, "It's a pleasure to meet you Ambah, may I interest you in a dance? You look extremely beautiful tonight, your eyes sparkle and shine almost as much as my uncle's strobe lights."

Suave and funny.

Nice one, Stefan.

I feel faint.

No, STEFAN!

HANG ON!

I close my eyes and think of her.

I try to support my body on the bed so I can comfortably lie down, but the handcuffs make that impossible.

I get mad, I let all of my rage tear my facade of letting myself be pushed around by others, like my parents, for example.

I start thrashing, hitting, kicking, and doing everything in my power to undo myself from these handcuffs.

With a final pull, I yell as loud as I can, and fall.

To the ground.

Wait.

I couldn't touch the ground before.

I'm free.

I should get some rest.

My arms hurt.

I try lying down on the bed to sleep for a while, but I can't.

In case my parents come in, I'm just going to position myself as if I hadn't broken the handcuffs.

Just as soon as I'm done positioning myself, I hear the suite door open and heavy footsteps come in.

All I know currently know has been wiped out by sleep.

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It was good that I couldn't position myself on the bed comfortably.

My parents had entered the room, I presume, and when I woke up this morning, I heard soft murmurs coming from another room.