Chapter 6
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I heard beeping sounds and ringing in my ears.
I tried opening my eyes, but it was too hard.
I could not feel any part of my body. What the hell is happening to me? I panicked when I realized I could not move a finger.
The beeping sounds accelerated, making me frown. Wait. Did I frown? I tried lifting my hand again, feeling like it had been tied down.
I felt irritated by my own body and summoned all the strength to open my eyes. I regretted it as soon as I opened them as the blinding light made me close them instantly.
Finally, my eyes adjusted to the brightness and I looked around.
Where am I?
Black walls and a comfy bed surrounded this room. Tubes were attached to my wrist.
Hospitals are supposed to have white walls and the scent of medicine. How did I even get here?
What time is it?
Wheels turned inside my head as I tried to pick any memory of how I got here.
Class, pain, washroom, Andy... I panicked at thinking of him finding out how broken and disgusting I was.
I confirmed my clothing if it had revealed anything, only to feel that my ribs had been stitched. Fuckfuckfucketyfuck. I swear under my breath alot of profanities as I came to my senses.
I hope that dumbhead did not do this. I hope he did not see anything. What if he did?
I pulled all the tubes attached to my wrists and got up. I think the adrenaline and medicine I was given made all this painless.
I rushed outside the room eager to get out of this place but what I saw made my jaw drop.
The house was huge. Its high ceilings had a rotating sculpture.
The grand hallway offered delicate Crystal chandeliers making it more classy.
I walked towards the right, hoping to find my way out, only to bump into a wall.
I swear this wall wasn't here. Wait. Did the wall move?
I trailed my eyes up to find a smirking Andy.
As soon as he saw me, his eyes turned dark and his whole demeanor changed.
"where the f**k are you trying to go?"
"Home, of course. Where else? "
His nostrils flared in anger at the way I replied dumbly.
"We need to talk."
Those words made me freeze on the spot. He gave me a deathly glare waiting for me to go against his words.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing and took me to the room I was in before tucking me in.
My cheeks turned pink in embarrassment at his gesture. Nobody has done this to me for the last eight years.
"How are you feeling?" he asked
"fine. Where am I?"
"What do you think? In my mansion, of course."
To say I was astonished was an understatement. What does this dumbhead do for a living?
How can someone who looks like 21 own such a house?
"what do you do for a living?"
His whole demeanor changed as he dismissed my question and held my hands.
"The doctor discovered broken ribs, internal bleeding in your stomach and bruises on your skin. Some words curved on your back and cigarette burns. This shows you undergo abuse because of both old poorly healed bruises and new scars. I want you to know I am here for you and you can open up to me."
He rubbed soothing circles on my hand to reassure me while he waited for my response. I felt tingles where he touched as my eyes drifted to his hold on my hand.
I felt like opening up but suppressed the feeling as soon as it came with my emotionless face.
I have lived to build these walls and he could not easily break them. I don't want to get hurt.
I scoffed at the thought that he expected me to say something when he could not talk about his job.
It raised my suspicions a notch higher making me conclude awful things about him like drug trafficking. I have seen Dave do this but why is he not this rich?
The thought of Dave made me tense up as tears threatened to flow. I tried to rid the memories of what that fuckhead did but could not.
"Will you please tell me something? Anything?"
I blatantly refused to take such a step.
How is he going to feel when I feel disgusted by myself? My scars are ugly while his skin is soft with an eagle tattoo. I am damaged goods according to what Dave is used to telling me. I believe every word because no one wants someone so broken.
I don't want to see a look of disgust on his face.
Dave too is going to kill me for snitching on him.
What have you done this time, April?
I thought I made myself clear when I said not to tell anyone.
I didn't. I tried pleading with him to leave me but he could not just listen.
I think you need to be taught a lesson.
Terror washed over me.
Before I could comprehend what he was doing, he pushed me down the stairs. I bounced on the twenty-fifth stair as I heard a loud crack. My leg snapped.
I screamed at the top of my lungs as pain felt never before engulfed me. He then left me for the next four days.
I was snapped out of my flashback by a tug on my hand. I glanced at Andy's sad eyes as I felt my eyes soften. How is he able to make me feel something? He has some effect on me and it's scary as f**k.
"Maybe you need some rest. This conversation is not over."
He kissed my knuckles as he exited the room.
My eyelids felt heavy as sleep overtook me.
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