Pushing My Love

Chapter 3.

Amaia POV

WARNING EXPLICIT SCENES

The room is spinning. Are they just going to put me to bed? Yes, good idea. I can sleep whatever the f**k this is off for a bit and get back to Emmy.

This is not my room though. Where am I? I’m trying so hard to focus. Focus, Amaia just focus.... but I can't. Everything is spinning.

I’m thrown on a bed that's not mine. It must be Tank & Kim’s, gross, no wait. Why am I here?

I get a rush of adrenaline and try make a run for it but trip and find myself falling onto the hard floor.

“Owww” I moan out loud. I roll over onto my back as Derek stands over top of me. Well, three of Derek.

I’m trying so hard to focus but I just can’t. Suddenly, I’m yanked up and thrown on the bed yet again but this time Derek is holding me down while Eddie starts stripping my bottom half.

“N-n-no!!” I scream. This can’t happen. I won’t let it happen. Fight Mai fight!! I shout internally.

I start kicking and manage to hit something on Eddie as I hear a grunt. But that is short-lived as I’m slapped sharply across the face. “Ow! f**k!” Now I'm seeing stars. “f**k You!” I shout.

“Hmmmm a dirty mouth too. I look forward to taming her.” Says Eddie who is now climbing on top of me. Derek is at the top of the bed holding my arms over my head, having yanked my t-shirt and bra up to my neck roughly releasing my breasts. He’s looking over my now fully exposed body, licking his disgusting lips.

“No, no, no” I cry. Tears are now rolling down my face and my vision is blurring. I screw my eyes shut and try my hardest to move from their holds. My breasts are grabbed and being sucked on painfully. I cry out again. But nothing is stopping these monsters now. Nothing.

I’m sorry Emmy. I’m so, so sorry. I’m sobbing uncontrollably now as my legs are forced open and not a second later tremendous pain shoots through my body and I pass out.

My pounding head wakes me, followed very quickly by an overwhelming need to spew. I quickly get my bearings and run to the toilet to empty my stomach. I retch for a bit before slowly realizing that not only is my body in an extreme amount of pain but that I have no pants or underwear on, and my bra is uncomfortably pushed up under my armpits, and that's when everything comes washing back over me.

Eddie, Derek, people passing out, the whiskey. The f*****g whiskey they made me drink. There is no way that that was only whiskey. I managed to get away with drinking barely anything, then as soon as I had that, things started getting blurry. I got dizzy, then they took me….no, no, no. They didn’t. Did they? I look down between my legs. “No, no, they didn’t” I cry out. There is a decent amount of dried blood on the insides of my thighs, not to mention the deep pain that I'm feeling in my lower abdomen now that my nausea is receding.

I fall to the floor, dropping my head in my hands. They did. They took my innocence. I can feel it. I have a vivid memory of a shooting pain between my legs before….nothing. But I know it’s been done.

This is the one thing I've tried so hard to keep from all these creeps for so f*****g long, and they took it just like that.

I’m so stupid. So f*****g stupid! I should have just taken Emmy and ran yesterday when I saw all the cars.

It's all my fault. I let them do this to me. Wait, Emmy! What time is it??

I run out of the bathroom back into Tank & Kim’s room where I realized that is where I initially came from. “f*****g gross” I mutter to myself as I grab my pants and what's left of my underwear and go across the hall to our room. I quietly open the door and shut it behind me so as not to scare Emmy. It’s nearly 4.30 in the morning, and I'm hoping she is still asleep.

I put on fresh underwear and some leggings and change my top half. I don’t have many clothes, but I sure as hell am not keeping those ones. I grab the key and slowly open the wardrobe door. Still asleep, thank god. I only hope that she slept through the night and didn’t hear anything. I will have to get her up soon though, because we are getting out of here today. I’m not taking any more chances. I can not let that happen again. It was a moment of weakness on my part that I can't risk repeating. I should have been more vigilant.

‘Your so stupid Amaia!’ I chastise myself quietly. ‘So stupid!’ I take a deep breath, trying to avoid breaking down again.

It's done now and there is nothing I can do about it however I will not put Emmy at risk, and we will be leaving this town today before they come back. f**k them all!

I decide to leave Emmy for a bit longer and find out where everyone is in the house. I quietly walk down the hall and into the living area where Tank is still sprawled on the floor snoring his head off, half naked. Some other guy has made it to the sofa in much of the same state. Gross. I frown, where is Kim? Trying to rack my brains from last night, I get a fragmented memory of her on the other side of the kitchen island with some guy behind her…and there she is naked and passed out on the tiled floor with a decent gash on her head, but still breathing, unfortunately.

I check around the rest of the space and can’t see anyone else. As long as they all stay asleep we should be able to get out of here without any issues.

I go to the cupboard where they keep their medical supplies and grab a box of painkillers that I know I will need, and as much food as I can from the pantry.

I drop the stuff on the bed before running back to Tank & Kim's room to grab a duffle bag. I don’t have anything except a school bag because I was never allowed to go anywhere, so I'm going to have to steal one of theirs. I mean it’s the least that they can do for us.

I check on Emmy again, who is still sleeping soundly, and glance at the clock that is now nearing 5am. I’ve got to get a move on.

As quickly and quietly as possible, I put all our clothes, snacks, Emmy's couple of books, and Dolly into the bag and then grab the box that has our necklaces, the note from our mother, and my baby blanket and gently tuck them into a side pocket. The bag is only just over half full. I shake my head at how little we have. How little they have ‘provided’ us, but I can’t focus on that right now, now we just need to get out of here. I chuck my messy brown curls in a low bun, throw on my only hoodie and shoes.

I don’t want to wake Emmy but I need to get her jacket and shoes on her. I’ll change her out of her pajamas when we get to school. We will head straight there and wait for Mrs Gibson. I need to get my debit card, phone, and artwork from her, then we'll make our way to the bus stop. Hopefully, we can get the earliest bus out and be on our way before Tank & Kim even wake.

I sit down beside my wee blonde princess and stroke her hair, waking her up gently. Those beautiful green eyes, that are just like mine, slowly open, taking me in. She frowns slightly before hugging me and asking “Maimai OK?”

Huh? Why is she asking me that?

I pull away from her a little, and she puts her little hand on my cheek and as soon as she does, I feel pain.

A fragmented slap comes to mind. That's right. The fuckers slapped me. I completely forgot about that. It must have left a decent bruise if Emmy can see it in the dim wardrobe lighting.

I smile gently at my wee Bunny, “Yes Maimai is ok. Just a little ouchy.” She gives me a big smile and kisses my bruised cheek.

“Aw betewr?” she asks.

“Yes, much better” I reply.

I don’t have the time to cover it up with anything, so I'll have to make up something to tell Mrs Gibson. I will have to come up with something as to why we need to get to the bus station, but I’m not telling her about what those fuckers did to me.

I can’t.

“Alright Emmy, we are going to go on a big adventure today. Just you and me ok?” she nods, giving me a big smile as I put her jacket on over her pajamas and get her to sit down so I can put her shoes on.

“But we have to be quiet as a mouse when we leave, OK?” and she nods again, putting her finger to her mouth in a shushing motion. “Yes. Good girl.” I praise her even though my heart sinks because she knows she has to be quiet all the time.

It's the same way I grew up. Be quiet to not be seen. Not being seen means avoiding punishment and bullying. Hopefully, soon she can be the curious and cheeky wee girl I know in her own space, without the threat of punishment. We will get there, just Emmy and I. I will give her what I never had, and she will never have a childhood like mine with the label of being ‘unadoptable.’

I grab the makeshift bed out of the wardrobe and chuck it back on the mattress, making it look somewhat normal. I take one last look around the room that has been mine for the last 5 years, making sure I hadn’t forgotten any of my measly possessions, but more importantly anything of Emmy’s before slinging the duffle bag over my shoulder and ignoring the fact that my body is screaming at me.

I grab Emmy’s hand and leave our bedroom, not before reminding her to be quiet by putting my finger to my lips. We creep down the hallway and just before we pass the door where Tank, Kim, and their friend are, I stop Emmy and peek around to make sure they are still out of it. Yep, they are. Although with the racket Tank is now making, they might not be for long.

Grabbing Emmy again, we pass the doorway heading for the entrance when I suddenly think of something that might hold Tank off searching for a while.

I grab one of the many unpaid bills sitting on the hallway table, turn it over and with a pen I write in capitals;

‘TANK, I’VE TAKEN THE GIRLS. YOU WON’T GET THEM BACK TILL I GET WHAT YOU OWE ME. YOU KNOW WHO I AM.’

I leave it in the middle of the table so that they will see it, grab Emmy’s wee hand again and as quietly as possible we make our way out the door.

I don’t think they will be in any rush to find us. As long as they keep getting their paychecks, they won’t hurry. I quickly glance up and down the street, making sure no one is about that could give anything away. It’s still dark but won’t be for long.

I pick up Emmy who is now sucking her thumb, something I’ve noticed she does when she is worried or upset, and walk as quickly as possible to school. I want to try to get there before it is light. That way, there is even less of a chance of being seen.

By the time I get to school and round the back towards Mrs Gibson’s classroom I am a sweaty mess and am in a lot of pain. My head is pounding, and my whole body aches, especially between my legs. I sit Emmy down on the seat right outside the door and take some big deep breaths trying to ward off some of the pain. I can see the clock just inside the classroom and it's just after half past five now. Hopefully, Mrs Gibson won’t be too far away. I dig into the bag to find the pills I grabbed and swallow two before grabbing a muesli bar and taking a big bite before giving the rest to Emmy to devour.

Mrs Gibson comes round the corner from the staff car park not even 15 minutes later, coming to a complete standstill when she sees us.

“Amaia,” she says, cautiously approaching us, “what's going on?”

I look at her and then at Emmy as my bottom lip starts to tremble.

She rushes over to me, knowing immediately that there is something wrong.

“I-I was attacked” is all I manage to say to her.

She just continued to hug me while swearing under her breath something about Tank being a good-for-nothing piece of s**t.

“I-it wasn't Tank” I interrupted her quietly so that Emmy wouldn’t hear. “Tank stole from this man or something, and, and he tried to take me. I’m ok, really, b-but I-I do need to leave with Emmy though. Today, now, if you can take us to the bus station please? T-this is the last thing I will ever ask of you, Mrs Gibson please? We-we need to leave now. I don’t want him to come back, not now that Emmy is around.” I plead with her.

“Shhhh shhh my girl, it’s ok.” she says gently as I sob quietly. “I’ll take you somewhere, but it's not to the bus station. Ok? I’ve been doing some planning of my own for you girls that involves getting you a lot further than Australia.”

“N-no” I stutter, “We need to get out of here now. We can’t stay in this town. What if we get found? Last, last time I tried it, it ended badly. Please?” I pleaded, “Please, Mrs Gibson just take us to the bus station, and we can be on our way and out of your hair.”

“No my girl, I am not taking you to the bus station and that's that.” She said rather sternly.

I looked at her shocked. She has never spoken to me like this before. Other students, yes, but never me.

This was her, don’t mess with me, tone.

“Like I said I have been doing some planning of my own for you and Emmy, and it involves you getting far, far away from here, but we can't talk about it here, OK?” I can only nod, as it seems like I don't have a choice right now.

“Now I’m going to put these assignments in my office and clock out myself for a “family emergency” then I'll be taking you two back to my house till we can get you out. OK?’ she asks.

I nod slowly. “We?” I ask.

“Yes, we. Do you trust me, Amaia?”

I take a deep breath and look at Emmy who is watching us with her thumb in her mouth, no doubt worried that I’m upset.

“Yes," I say quietly “I do.” Because I really do. I know that she has our best interests at heart.

“Good” and with that Mrs Gibson lets me go, opens her classroom and disappears into her office.