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Chapter One
"The Room"
It was September, the second week of school after a nice summer break. I went every day! but for some odd reason, Corinne wanted me to go down to the “circle” the place where skippers hid from the police that patrolled the blocks that made a big square and the high school sits smack down in the middle. I gave in, when we got there it was actually quite beautiful and full of lush greenery. The kids shockingly were in different social groups but got along seemingly nicely. Which to me was really acquired? Sitting on a huge rotten fallen tree trunk was an obese girl; her skin was pretty with a nice complexion however, she drew on her eyebrows which to me is strange There was another girl that was very tiny as if she has never eaten a day in her life, along beside her stood a couple of my old friends I used to hang out with in middle school they steered astray once they hit 9th grade and became a goth/skater groupie.
A couple of other boys, one I knew very well he was my best friend Jessica’s older brother. “God I miss her” she passed away when I was 12. It was a horrible death, she was so beautiful, but he was always mean, I am guessing sexually frustrated or something cause that was all he talked about and frankly all the girls he talked about I know for a fact was a fraction of his twist imagination. I ended up sitting on a huge square-like rock that actually was pretty comfortable for a hard piece of earth. I took my cigarettes out my pocket and lite one up and didn’t speak to anyone really; I was so nervous all I could think about is “What the hell was I thinking, why did I let her talk me into ditching class!” Well Then out of nowhere some boy who I swear looked like he was in the fourth grade pulled out a bowl and just started smoking it and passing it around like we were part of a Cherokee gathering celebrating a warrior or something, but I don’t mind, I smoked every now and then with my cousins and twisted mother on the weekends. In fact, I think it actually helps with my manic depressive.
“Analia, Is that you?” I turned my head to the left than to the right and look, “Aww look at you, wait what are you doing here.” I asked it was my childhood friend John. He moved away a few years ago to live with his father when his parents separated. My father got tired of me I guess, pretty nice seeing you here, Analia how is your grandma doing? The last time I saw you she just found out she had Leukemia. Good strong as ever I replied. Then out of nowhere, a tall figure started coming up the hill from the trails that lingered below the “circle.” His voice is hard to explain but it just melted me. His name is Drew John said, don't pay him any mind, trust me he would break your heart in a blink of an eye…………. Coming back to the realization that I am being taken to who knows where. I lean forward as to get as close as I can to the driver’s seat the best as I can, and call out hoping I am just dreaming, Drew? The dark figure turns his head to face me, you remember me? Shocking for a girl who lets a man fall deep for her and then just disappears and is never to be heard from again. Analia do you know what you did to me, what I went through to get you. How long I have tried to get you to notice me. I have bumped into you at the grocery store, you never even acknowledge me. I drive past you every morning on your walks and you just wave like it’s nothing! “HOW COULD YOU, I thought what we had was real.” Drew! I... I…. I... “SHUT UP YOU WHORE” you’re a liar a fucking pathetic liar. Drew! I swear…... He turns around and smacks me with a hard black object and all I remember is blackness descending on me.
I am going in and out of awareness as I try to wake up from what feels like a bad hangover, that fogging, pounding pain that comes immediately upon waking the next morning. I feel his warmth as he is carrying my limp small frame through what as I can tell thick foliage. I feel him stumble over logs and heavy bolder-like rocks, it seems about 4 or 5 in the morning from the light blueish black sky I see through the trees. I am so worn down from all of this it seems as if my mind just wants to give up already. I just fade back into the dark abyss, and just pray I make it through whatever he has planned. As I lay limp in his arms I try to pay close attention to every sound. Listening to any noise that might mean civilization for if I ever get the chance to run, I know which direction may lead me to safety. The wind is slowing starting to pick up as if there is a strong storm heading in from the east. I get a whiff of his cologne which is the scent of Cool-water the same when we first meant, but this time it symbolized the smell of death. I am tired and the last thing I remember is hearing him mumble to himself. “you were always special….. so special!”
I dreamed of Corinne, my bestie, what happened to her? Did he hurt her? Is she dead somewhere. At this point all I can do is hope she really did stand me up, I just don’t understand what is going on with Drew, I don’t even know where is this coming from, I mean as far as I can remember he used me, he never talked to me in public, if anything it was as if he was embarrassed by me, so I let him be it was only a year and to me I felt as if I was another one of his hookups. besides, I went through hell when people started finding out we were messing around. See all the girls wanted him and they became jealous and you know the whole high school drama rumor mill, Well I was at the top of the discussion board always. So I just couldn’t handle the pain and being pushed aside when it wasn’t for his benefit. So I am so clueless about what is going on. As I start getting my boundaries and try to figure out where the hell I am. It seems like some sort of shelter. It's eerie, the lighting was faint from just a gasoline lantern. The floors are concrete and the air was musky from moisture so we had to be underground. What the fuck did I get myself into? I hear footsteps and bags, the sound of the plastic rubbing and crackling when it hits the sides of your legs. I get up and realize that my left ankle as a huge chain the one you might see on the old knight movies the prisoners wear. It seems pretty long but so heavy and noisy, no getting the running chance it’s out of the question, so I guess I need to start thinking of plan B.
I scoot up clear to the headboard of the bed that I am on, this room is like an apartment I can see what looks like would be a kitchen about 20 steps from the bed. “Hello, Beautiful sorry for all that earlier. I just had to make sure you didn’t get away from me. But I am so glad that you could give me another chance!” I bought you some clothes and some toiletries. I hope you like them? I am just staring into disbelief. I am so dumbfounded. How can you go from hurting, and abducting someone to trying to act like nothing ever happened and I am here of my own free will? Uh, why are you doing this to me, I never did anything to you? Well, babe…. “I’m not your babe” don’t call me that yelling with tears in my eyes confused and scared I am trembling shaking so bad my voice is starting to tremble. He rushes towards me with anger in his eyes like coal black demon possessed you see in the movies. Grabbing my face squeezing my chin and cheeks pulling me closer he cringes “I will call you babe,” and you will answer me without questioning me. Do you understand? I say nothing and look away in disgust. He gets up turning his back against me grabbing his hair and yelling at me, “Do not test me, I hate being talked back too, you are here now get used to it, Remember This “I always get what I want.” I burst into tear crying uncontrollably, He turns his head while taking a big deep breath to collect him self. For real he has lots it this is not the drew I knew. Babe you are all dirty let’s go take a shower... Um, I am fine; I am tired I don’t feel well! Trying to avoid whatever is next. All I want to do is just go to sleep wake up and be in my own bed in my own house safe, warm and this all be a nightmare.
He grabs my hair and pulls me straight off the bed and drags me towards another room, Slams me against the hard concrete wall. Sobbing hands over my face begging for him to stop, Please Stop, No… He ignores my pled. And thrashes me over facing him and tears off my shirt, and bends down to his knees and starts to slowly pull my jeans down and then looking up me like it is some type of arousal which it makes my stomach turn and heart stutter and I collapse I know what is coming and I just can’t, I can’t. I start resisting I am not going out like this I refuse. He loses it, He takes my hair and slams my head against the wall again, and rips the sides of my underwear while pending me with the other, he takes his feet and nudged my legs apart one by one. Oh my God Stop! Just pleeeaaaaaasssseee Now Wailing! He grabs my throat as he stands behind me and starts to slide his hands over my breast breathing hard and sobbing I can’t move. I just am going to have to give up I have no other option, my head is bleeding I am bruised and just beaten down. He grasps my hair tighter nudging me toward the hot shower.
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