Stitches and Scars

Chapter 6

Alina's POV:

Once the first cut was made I moved onto the next one continuing to puncture the shard piece of glass into my skin until all I see is red. This was meant to be a punishment, but in reality it's an escape. I welcome the pain because during these moments I don't feel numb, angry, or sad instead I feel at peace. I wish I could pertain in this state forever, but nothing's permanent. Eventually the bliss wears off and I feel emptiness consume me once more. 

I get up and walk towards the bathroom and turn the water on to scorching hot. I step in reclining myself against the shower wall and allow my body to slide down to the shower floor. I grunt due to the pain from my broken ribs and surgery. When my body finally reaches the shower floor I can't help,but hiss at the stinging sensation of the water hitting the self-inflicted open wounds. I curl myself up into a little ball and allow the tears to flow freely. The demons in my head are screaming at me.

Your so weak Alina!

Stop!

Your pathetic!

Please, just leave me alone.

How could you let this happen?

I didn't...I didn't mean to.

Lies! You sick freak! Your disgusting! He was right you were asking for it.

No! I tried to make him stop. He wouldn't listen to me. You must believe me!

Quit lying you w***e! You enjoyed it.

I hated it! Every single moment of it! I hate myself for being so weak! I hate that I couldn't do anything to stop him! I hate myself!

After hours of crying in the shower, I finally got out and laid in bed.

-2 days later- Friday April 3rd 8:37 pm Narrator POV:

"Hey man can I get a beer?"

"What kind?"

"Make it a bud light."

"Coming right up."

The bartender handed the stranger his beer and subtly glanced at his eye

"I bet you want to know what happened."

"It is not my business to ask."

"Let's just say I had a run in with a she devil. She was an amazing f**k, probably the best I've had in a while, but the b***h was crazy as can be. I had to put her in her place, but she eventually gave in to me."

"What do you mean you had to put her in her place?" said the bartender.

"You know smack her around a bit."

"Dude that's messed up, did you force yourself on her?"

"f**k no! Once she stopped fighting me she gave in. She couldn't get enough of me."

"Yeah if you say so."

With that the bartender walked away. The stranger was sipping his beer when suddenly someone out of no where asks, "Are you Ethan Monroe?"

He continues to drink his beer ignoring the man, "Who wants to know?"

"El Alacran (The Scorpion)," once the stranger realizes who he is he immediately turns around to face him.

"Forgive my rudness Sir I didn't realize it was you."

El Alacran (The Scorpion) holds his hand up to silence Ethan.

"Did you bring what I asked?"

"Yes of course sir."

"Come we will discuss this further in my limo."

"Oh okay."

Ethan follows El Alacran (The Scorpion) to a limo that awaits them in the alley. Ethan was eager to get his money and perhaps visit the lovely Alina to finish off what he had started.

"Let's see what you collected."

Ethan pulled out a green flowered vera Bradley cross body purse. El Alacran (The Scorpion) took the purse and opened a small pouch. The pouch looked similar to a wallet which he saw contained an identification, a card, and some sort of badge. Once satisfied he looked up at the stranger before him.

"Can I ask why so much interest in finding this girl?"

"That's none of your business."

"Um ok. Can I get my money now? I did my part of the deal?"

"What did you do to the girl?"

"What?"

"I'm not going to ask again. What did you do to the girl?"

"Nothing I swear!"

"Don't you dare f*****g lie to my face."

"I swear man!"

"So what I heard about her being a good f**k, but that you had to put her in her place doesn't ring a bell?"

"I was talking about another girl."

"Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"No sir."

Suddenly El Alacran (The Scorpion) pulled out a gun, aiming it to Ethan's head. Ethan's eyes widened with fear.

"This is the last time I'm going to ask you! What did you do to the girl? Don’t f**k with me because I wont hesitate to put a bullet in your head."

"Okay, okay man no need to get violent," said Ethan swallowing the dry lump he had in his throat.

"Im waiting."

"Can you put the gun down?"

"Talk!"

"Okay so I might have forced myself on the girl, but I swear at the end she was begging for it."

"I sent you to get information about her not so you could f**k her."

"She’s f*****g hot and I have needs. Come on man like you’ve never taken what you wanted from a woman?"

"Does it look like I need to force a woman to sleep with me?."

"N-n-no Sir. All I'm saying is she was a f*****g w***e who was asking for it."

"That's besides the point I strictly paid you to gather her information not f**k her!"

El Alacran (The Scorpion) pulled the glock to the gun, aiming it Ethans head.

"What...what are you doing?"

"I no longer require of your services."

"Come on man! We had a deal."

" As of right now the deals been terminated."

"Is all this because I f****d her?"

"Unfortunately for you, yes. Besides you know too much."

"I swear I won't say anything."

"The less people who know the better."

Before anything else could be said the sound of a bullet going off rang in the air. Blood was splattered everywhere along with brain matter.

"Marcos."

"Si jefe. (Yes boss)"

"Llamle a Josué y dile que venga a recoger me y deshazte del carro y el cuerpo. (Call Josue to come pick me up and dispose of the car and body.)"

"Si jefe. (Yes boss)"

El Alacran was now sitting in his bedroom staring at Alina’s purse. He finally decided to open the purse and look through its contents. He noticed that she had a: small journal with some pens, chapstick, car keys, a dead cell phone, some earbuds, a guitar pick, and a partially used vape pen. He then looked inside the same small pouch he had opened earlier. 

He noticed she didn’t carry any credit cards only one debit card, her license, about a hundred dollars in cash, and a badge. He pulled out her license from the ID holder and looked at her picture. She was the definition of beauty. She was Hispanic with flawless bronzed skin, plump pink lips, a cute button nose, and black hair that was tied in a bun. Though what mesmerized him the most were her sweet and luminous chocolate colored eyes. He couldn’t help, but smile as he gazed down at the picture before him. 

He continued to look over the rest of her license, it read that she was 29, but he had his doubts she definitely looked younger. He finally glanced at her name it read Alina Navarro. Bueno Alina, o debería decir Katalina Montez, finalmente te encontré. (Well Alina, or should I say Katalina Montez I finally found you.)