Escape from breaking

Chapter 4

I woke up on a cold floor. The basement was dark as usual. I think I had laid on the floor for so long because my body was freezing.

I stood up with difficulty holding my ribs together. My head was throbbing in pain, and my limbs moved with much difficulty. I used the wall as a support as I made my way to my room. I took some painkillers in the bathroom before I went to bed.

I wrapped my body with my tiny blanket when I got into bed. I tried to gather much warmth as possible until I finally fell asleep for the second time.

Please stop.

I beg you, please

Could you not do this to me, please?

Anything else but this

He hovers above me with a smirk, now in only his boxers

"be a nice b***h, April; you and I both know you w***e around, and you are not a virgin. Just allow me to make you feel good. Either way, I am

going to have my way with you. You will feel good screaming my name in pleasure." He slurs.

This only proves that he is sick in the head.

He tore my shirt as he grabbed my neck.

"I like it when you beg."

He is going to do it.

Think April

It will help if you protect your innocence. It will break you more if you lose it to some f*****g bastard.

I needed to fight. I mustered too much strength as possible as I grabbed the flower vase on the bedside table and smashed it on his head when he was still busy groping my ass to notice what was happening around him.

Suddenly, A look of fury and lust was replaced on his face. I regretted my impulsive move as soon as I saw the anger in his eyes.

"you f*****g used p***y ass tampon. How dare you hit me." I almost s**t my pants at the sight of him. He was f*****g scary at this point.

He grabbed my neck and squeezed it, and my breath hitched. My lungs burned as I tried to breathe.

I clawed at his hands to leave me, but he only tightened his grip on my neck.

This was the end I had been longing for. All the pain and suffering are going to end.

But what I did not want to do was leave this bastard that r***d little girls because I was sure as hell he wouldn't stop when I was gone.

I raised my foot and kicked him where the sun does not shine. He loosened his grip on my neck as he held his manhood, and that was my cue to let out a blood-curdling scream. I struggled to breathe as I panicked when I heard ringing sound.

I bolted awake, sweat dripping on my face. That's when I realized I was the one screaming. My heart was racing as I took deep breaths to calm myself down.

I counted One, two, three...Like a mantra until I could finally breathe normally.

I was frightened to the core by this nightmare because it felt real.

It keeps reminding me of the past when I was Ten and my father's friend tried to r**e me.

I see his face in this nightmare every time I try to have a peaceful sleep.

I took my phone when I discovered it was about midnight. Dave was not around because he could have dragged me outside the basement to make him food.

I guess he went out and did not come back.

I could not go back to sleep because I could not handle another nightmare.

I got out of bed, scratching my ass as I struggled to get to the window. Yes. My ass. Let's not act like I had any shame at all.

I looked up at the moon. It shined brightly, surrounded by stars.

"God, I know you are up there with angels.

I am sorry If there is something I did wrong to deserve this kind of treatment. I wish I could have a better life than this."

Tears cascaded down my cheeks.

"please save me, God. The torture is too much. I am asking for a normal life. A life that is full of happiness. Smile is foreign to my lips. Please give me that."

My cries are answered with silence.

I think everyone hates me.

What is there to love? I don't deserve anyone's love. I end up hurting them.

I closed the curtain and went to the bathroom to care for my wounds. I changed the bandage on my ribs and covered the bruise under my ear.

I placed the first Aid box inside the bathroom drawer and changed from my bloodied clothes.

My stomach hurt with a familiar pain. My stomach grumbled as I felt hunger.

Maybe I had gone far too much without eating.

I went to the kitchen and found bread on the counter. Dave keeps bread until it expires before he feeds it to me. He is going to get mad If I eat this. I took two slices of bread that could be enough to stop the pain in my stomach and prevent Dave from discovering that I had eaten.

After I took it with water, I made my way to the attic. I took my laptop and made myself busy.

By saying busy, I mean stalking Emmanuel Anderson.

I don't even know what is happening to me, but that is what I did. Maybe curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

The first photo that caught my eye was a picture he took on the beach with dark shades and shorts.

This was the time I discovered I had not observed him.

He had brown eyes that contrasted with his light-toned face. He had broad shoulders with six-pack abs. He looked like a forbidden dark knight.

I stopped myself from observing him any further and logged out of i********:. I realized I looked like a creep staring at him.