Chapter 7
Everything hurt. I hugged my aching ribs as I tried to bring myself up to sit against the bed.
The panic had set in as I remembered going to answer the door thinking it was Ryder, but it was Colin instead. The look on Colin’s face was one of sheer evil and hatred. He hated me. He was angry. He knew and I didn’t know how. My only guess was that he asked the neighbor. I took a step backward and he came charging in. I tried to run but he grabbed me by my hair and threw me into the banister. Hitting my head is the last thing I remembered.
I stood up and looked around me. The cabin. I was at our cabin. Reaching for the window blind, I looked outside to confirm my worst fear. I should’ve been in my room at Ryders. That’s what was supposed to happen, but Colin came early. He came home a day early.
Slipping on a sweater from one of the closets, I knew I needed to try and get out. I didn’t know where Colin was but if he wasn’t here then I needed to try and escape. I reached for the bedroom door, but it was locked, he locked me inside. I just kept wondering how the hell I was going to get out? My ribs hurt so bad. I went to the bathroom and pulled my shirt up and my whole stomach was riddled with bruises already. On a normal day, I bruised easy, but it was clear that Colin had kicked the shit out of me. He must’ve been drunk. That’s when it was the worst. Just lifting my shirt killed so I wasn’t sure how I was going to defend myself or even break out of the house, but I knew I had to try. Tiptoeing back over to the window, I lifted the blinds and locked them in place before trying to open the window. It was pouring out. Ryder would never find me here. I knew he must’ve been freaking out. It sounded the like the fourth of July with how much thunder and lightning there was. The sounds were what made me miss hearing the door open behind me.
“Going somewhere?” I froze as I recognized Colin’s drunk voice.
Slowly turning around, I said, “The door was locked. I was trying to figure out how to get out and around to the front door. You came back early. Why are we here?”
“I asked you for one thing, Callie.” He looked menacing. “ONE THING!” He shouted, making me jump. “I asked you to not talk to that guy. So, imagine my surprise when I called Nancy to see if you had left or if anyone came over and she told me you had a visitor.” I knew it. God, I hated living in that neighborhood.
“I don’t know what Nancy thinks she saw…” He cut me off by barreling toward me.
Grabbing my face he said, “Don’t fucking lie to me. Did you let him fuck you? Tell me. Are you a whore now too, as well as a liar?”
“Colin, no! Stop!” I tried to fight against him and that’s when he pushed my head, making it slam into the window behind me and everything went black.