Chapter 8
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After he was done he didn't move for a long moment.
He just stood over me, looking as satisfied and untouchable, while I sat there broken and sad on the floor.
The only sound in the house was the steady click as he fastened his belt.
Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out his silver lighter, sparked the cigarette in his mouth, took long drags, then looked down at me, with those cold winter eyes that held no ounce of mercy in them.
"I’m going to make this very simple for you, Eve," he said with smoke curling around his face.
"I don't care who he is to you. Friend, brother, lover….it doesn't matter. If I see you with him again, he dies. I won't warn you eve, and I won't ask questions next time. I'd just end him."
I just kept staring at him.
I couldn't even nod.
I felt paralyzed.
Both mentally and physically.
He moved closer, with his hands trying to reaching down.
I didn't know what to expect so I flinched so hard.
I thought he wanted to give me a slap on my face or even a blow, but instead, he grabbed my breast, digging his fingers into the red lace with a force, like he owned them.
He didn't look at it with lust;
he did it to remind me who owned me.
"Everything you have belongs to me now," he whispered.
Then he let go and raised his voice. "Bring him out."
Immediately the guest room door opened and Elliot was dragged out by the two giants.
His face was a mess with red patches of blood and silent tears sliding down face.
I saw the way his eyes opened wide with a horror as he looked at me.
I knew I looked a mess with the way my lipstick smeared across my face, and how my hair looked tangled like I just had a royal rumble match, and how I was huddled on the floor….
I bet he would never forget this day in a hurry.
He made a sound in his throat that broke whatever was left of my heart.
But Alonzo didn't care, he stood there for a few seconds, staring at Elliot without saying a word.
But I knew his silence was a threat.
And a life threatening one at that.
He was showing Elliot exactly what he had done to me, and showing me exactly what he could do to Elliot.
Then, without a word, they left.
Neither of us spoke.
How could we?
What should we have said?
Sorry?
Would it change anything?
The air between us was already poisoned.
I couldn't look at him, and I knew if he touched me, I’d scream.
So just stood for a minute, with his hands shaking, before he turned and walked out the door without a single word.
I had warned him.
I had….
I didn't stop him.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.
I crawled into the bathroom, turned on the shower as hot as it would go, stripped off that red lace I so wanted to rip to shreds, and stood under the stinging spray let the hot fumes cover me up.
I scrubbed and scrubbed and even used the loofah and rubbed until my skin was raw and bright red.
Yes I was trying to wash away the smell of his cologne.
I was trying to get rid of the feel of his hands on me and the taste of his d**k in my mouth.
I scrubbed until my body was red and soar, but I still felt dirty within.
And when I had given up and felt tired, I finally stepped out, wrapped in a towel, and laid on my bed.
I wanted to cry a second again and again and again till I fell asleep.
I was drained.
I felt frustrated
My voice felt hoarse from the cries and screams from earlier.
I started regretting why I went to work that day to encounter this monster.
He didn't stop at work he even traced me home.
Now there was no where to run to.
I didn't have a hiding place.
Because he would find me.
I wiped the tears that was running down my cheeks gave up crying and fell into a sleep so deep it felt like disappearing.
The next three days was like a blur of shadows and nausea.
I didn't go to work.
I couldn't go back there.
I decided to go in my shell and just remain there if I could forever.
I didn't even go close to the door.
I just stayed under my blankets, watching lights from outside move across the ceiling, waiting for the world to end.
But the world doesn't end just because you’re hurting. Does it?
It kept demanding more and more from us.
On the fourth morning, a heavy banging on my door was the first thing that jolted me up.
It was so heavy and hard.
At first I thought it was him.
That he was back.
But he didn't need to knock this hard.
He definitely knew how to let himself in.
I knew that knock.
It wasn't from my new found nemesis.
It was the definitely from my uncle.
Elliot would knock in such a way…
It had to be my uncle.
So I went and opened the door, but before I could say hello, he pushed his way in, smelling of his usual stale beer and cheap cigarettes.
"Three days, Eve? Three days and you haven't shown up? Do you think the debt I took on for your mother’s hospital bills will just vanish because you’re tired?"
"Uncle, please... I wasn't feeling well. A client... he tried to molest me at the bar," I lied, my voice shaking.
He didn't even flinch.
He just looked at me with those cold, calculating eyes.
"I don't care what anyone did to you, I need my f*****g MONEY! Eve. The club needs performers, and you owe me. Remember Every day you miss, the interest goes up and I won't have mercy on you just because you're my niece. Do you want to lose this apartment? You want to see what happens when I become angry?"
He stepped closer to me with his finger poking my right shoulder.
"You have to be there tonight. 7:00 p.m. Or don't bother coming back here at all."
He turned to leave “and I mean it Eve”.
He left, and slammed the door behind him.
I sat back down on the edge of my chair. My eyes still swollen from tears.
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