Chapter 33
This was bad. I had never been in this much pain. As I started coming to this time, wondering how long I’d been out, I couldn’t help whimpering uncontrollably. I opened my eyes, or eye, my left one was so swollen I couldn’t see out of it.
Looking down I saw my shirt was ripped. I was bleeding. I hurt everywhere. I moved my legs, still not sore between them.
Thank God for small blessings, I thought to myself.
“No, bitch. I want you awake for that,” Clark said, his voice too close, causing me to jump, moaning again in pain.
I tried to lift my leg, out of instinct to get away, and couldn’t. I was restrained. He’d tied one of my ankles to a wooden beam leading from the floor up to the ceiling. It was only one limb, but enough to keep me immobile with the injuries. I had to keep fighting.
Paul had given his life to try to save me. He said Lucas was coming. Monica was never going to forgive me. Those little girls. Nat. Everything was running through my head, adrenaline spiking again.
I looked up at Clark. He’d obviously gone insane and beat the shit out of me while I’d been unconscious. Just as I thought it, he backhanded me again.
I turned, spitting a mouthful of blood up at him, deciding that no matter what, this time I wasn’t going to not fight back. I wasn’t going to be weak and just lay here becoming a victim again. I owed Nat that. I owed Paul that. I had a man that loved me. A friend that cared. I deserved that.
Clark screamed, enraged, “YOU NEED TO RELEARN SOME FUCKING RESPECT, REBECCA!”
He was losing it, barely hanging on by a thread of sanity. I pulled, trying to get the rope around my ankle loose without him noticing as he ranted at me and paced around me.
“You bitch!” he continued, “I’m going to remind you what a real man is and then I’m going to slit your fucking throat. Then I’m going after that brat of yours.”
Fear stabbed through me at the mention of Nat. It was then that I noticed he was waving a knife around wildly.
I couldn’t help it. I whimpered again, rolling my head around trying to see from where I was on the floor. I didn’t know how long I’d been unconscious this time. It couldn’t have been long.
I started crying again seeing Paul’s body laying on the floor, his eyes unseeing. I couldn’t give a fuck about Larry laying dead two feet from him.
“ARE YOU EVEN REGISTERING THE SEVERITY OF YOUR SITUATION, YOU DUMB SLUT?” Clark kicked me in the ribs and I screamed this time, in more pain than I’d ever been in. They had to be broken.
If Lucas, or anyone, was coming, they needed to do it now.