Chapter 33
Thirty-Three
Jaclyn
Past
The room is dark.
The only time light actually comes on is when the door opens and Eric turns on the lights. They chained me down to the point where I can only reach the bucket they put near the bed for me to go to the bathroom in.
The clothes I’m wearing are loose and they feel like I have no armor on. They can so easily take the shirt and shorts off, baring me for them to look at.
The only one who's done serious damage is Marco.
It replays in my mind every night. I can’t stop the memories or the visions.
Sure Eric did major damage but Marco is the one who broke me.
He came in wearing a black hood as if he could read my mind.
As if I was dreaming and seeing a black hooded man all along.
My nightmares came true and they are only beginning.
I can’t keep track of the days.
Eric drugs me every night and God knows what else. I wake up feeling achy and sore everywhere. It’s like they are tearing down my body and breaking me slowly and painfully.
There is only so much I can take before I take these chains and wrap them around my throat.
But something’s stopping me.
I don’t know why I can’t do it. I came close last time I was awake but then a boy, someone who looked similar to Hayden, told me not to.
He told me to keep going.
So every time one of them comes in to feed me or scare me, I remember him.
I feel disgusting.
I hate using the word disgusting because it feels wrong to say. But in this moment I’ve never felt so used and nasty.
I’ve never felt like a discarded toy that someone uses constantly. It’s the fact that I’m not even awake which makes me even more disgusted.
The only time I was awake was with Marco. He made sure to have me remember every little detail.
Every nasty touch, every degrading word, and every fucking moment of those ten minutes and thirty-seven seconds.
Those are ten minutes and thirty-seven seconds I will never forget or get back.
A knock sounds on the door making me look up. Eric walks in, with a menacing smile on his face but my eyes go to the knife in his hand.
I’ve learned to put a mask on my face when they come in. Most of the time I just block everything out and pretend I’m somewhere else.
The drugs help.
I wish I would fucking have a seizure or pass out from high blood sugar but the one time my diabetes decides not to act up, it’s right now.
I have been low from not eating but they make sure to force food down my throat.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Eric closes the door behind him and locks it. “Just me and you today. Got my own personal agenda I need to take care of before Marco comes back.”
Marco has gone on a business trip and that’s why I haven’t seen him since that first day.
Eric has been the one traumatizing me with his buddies but they usually drug me up a little bit.
He walks closer to me and I move back until my back is against the wall. “Now don’t worry, sweetheart, won’t hurt much. I’ll go easy on you,” he says before putting his hands on me.
I scream.
I flinch away from him as he removes the shirt so it’s dangling on my arms and my breasts are free. Cold air hits my nipples and goosebumps rise on my skin.
When the pointy end of his knife touches my skin that’s when I freak out. I try to kick him but he digs the knife deeper.
Block it out.
Block it out.
Block it out.
“No! No! NO! Let me go! Let me go! Please!”
I’m sobbing at this point.
Screaming to the top of my lungs for anyone, anyone to hear me and save me.
I want it all to stop.
Make it all stop.
I claw at his hands on me but he presses me against the wall with a hand on my neck and the other carving my side. Eric is getting scratch marks and I think he might be bleeding a little from how desperately I’m rapidly scratching.
There’s nothing I can do to stop him or make him stop.
I’m defenseless.
It’s painful, the things that are running through my mind.
Not even the knife that’s cutting me is distracting me from the pain inside my head.
“Almost done,” Eric yells loud enough for me to hear through the screaming.
I become limp against the wall and close my eyes while still screaming.
Eventually Eric stops and he releases me.
I choke on air and my eyes go down to my side.
There’s blood everywhere.
And the tattoo, the one I got for Hayden, it’s gone.
“Now, Night knows not to fuck with me in the future,” Eric says before walking towards the door and slamming it closed.
All you see is blood on the bed and on my ribs.
I cover my side with my shirt and cry as I put pressure on the wound.
“It’s okay. I’m going to be here. You’ll have me,” a little boy with brown hair and gray eyes says. I smile down at him and suddenly I’m at the beach as he stands in front of me. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the water. “Just come with me and everything will be okay.”