Save Me if you Wish

Chapter 4 - More Like a Torture Chamber Than a Home

I woke up in a dark room, my head spinning wildly as I tried to recall previous events. Then I remember, I was talking to Rian and got another panic attack.

I don't know the cause, probably all of the thoughts of having to go home to my drunk mother and perfect sister. She is coming back today because it's Thanksgiving break.

I looked around the room and noticed there was a door with colorful letters spelling the word "restroom". I couldn't tell if the door was dark or light brown, due to the lighting.

A nurse that I didn't recognize walked into the room. She had light hair and dark eyes, and her smile offsets the dimly lit room. "Honey, do you need a drink of water or a few crackers?" She said, snapping me back to reality.

"No, thank you."

"Okay, Sweetie. I called your mother and she said she's going to pick you up around noon." She smiled sweetly. A normal child would love to have the chance to skip school. I definitely wouldn't.

I suddenly got very anxious. "Wh-what time is it now?"

"11:27" she replied, looking around at another bed with plain white sheets and a single pillow.

I started shaking again, thinking about all of the beatings I was going to receive from her later. Anything that was inconvenient to her resulted in a beating for me.

She left the room, and for the next 30 minutes or so I sat in silence, shaking.

My mother entered the room with an angry look, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to the front office to sign me out for the day.

We got into the car and she abruptly started yelling at me after roughly three minutes of driving. "Why the hell did I have to pick you up? Did you get caught in the janitor's closet having s*x with someone? Probably a teacher, you little slut."

"Mom no, I-"

"Don't lie to me, you filthy w***e!" The veins were popping out of her head and I swear she was on the brink of having an aneurysm. She didn't scare me as much as she used to, though. I adapted to her yelling and violence through the years.

We arrived at the house I used to call home, but it doesn't seem to be my home anymore. It's more like a torture chamber, in my head.

I got out of the car a fast as I could, and tried to run up to my room, but before I got inside the house, I felt my mother's bony hand latch onto my arm with a firm, tight grip that could cause a bruise.

She then dragged me to the kitchen and shoved me into a wooden chair that I call the 'torture chair'. I noticed Jace was standing behind me - behind the chair.

"Hold her down and make sure she doesn't get away." She snarled. I watched her proceed to get a rope from a drawer, and she started tying me to the chair. When she finished, she told Jace to r**e me. She got out a knife and started cutting my pants off, leaving me naked and tied to the chair.

Jace then pulled off his own pants and I could see he was hard. He forcefully shoved his d**k inside of me, which hurt like hell because I was still a virgin. I screamed out in pain as he thrust harder and harder against me. Against my own will.

"Stop! Please stop!" I screamed, crying harder and harder each time he went faster. He had an evil look on his face. It scared me.

Before he finished, he pulled out and my mother, still holding the knife, got closer to me. She ran the knife down my jawline and down my side, leaving my clothes torn and bloodied. I screamed out in pain for the second time tonight all while my sister stood in the doorframe, staring at me.

My mother then dragged me by the hair up to my room and threw me on the bed. She punched me in the gut and walked out of the room, showing no guilt whatsoever.

I need help - something I've never experienced in my life.

I grabbed an extra backpack and started shoving clothes into it, mostly hoodies and black leggings. I then quietly made my way to the bathroom, throwing makeup, my hairbrush, my toothbrush, and a tube of unused toothpaste in my bag. I looked at my jaw, noticing there was a 2-inch cut. Not as bad as I thought it would be. My side had about an 8-inch slice through it. It looked disgusting, just like me.

I still had about 7 $50 bills from when my grandmother was still alive. That was a total of $350, which was probably not enough to keep me from starving until I could find a job.

I grabbed an unopened bag of potato chips that I took from the cupboard a few days ago and put it in my bag, too.

I finally grabbed my school bag, a fluffy blanket, and my 'survival bag' and changed into black leggings and a grey hoodie. I then stood on my bed, hoping I could find a place close to the school where I could sleep.

I opened my window and jumped, crashing down on the grassy surface below me.