My Psycho Best Friend

Chapter 3

    I had a restless night of sleep. I kept dreaming about Ian and what he did to me. I woke up and it was still dark. I wish I could see a clock to know what time it was. I do not know how long I have been asleep. I was not up for long when the door of the basement opened. Ian walks down the steps and has a plate of food and bottled water. He sets it in front of me, but I just push the food away. What if he tries to drug me again?

            He pushes the food back in front of me and says “You have to eat. You went through a lot last night. I need to keep you healthy, my love.”

            He says it with concern in his voice but how can I trust him. I look at him and yell “I went through a lot last night? You raped me! You were my best friend! How could you do this to me? I cannot trust you! f**k off! I will get out of here one day. And once I do, I will turn you in to the police!”

            He gets up and glares angrily at me. Before I know it, he slaps me. He hit me on the cheek. It is throbbing in pain. I hold my cheek. Tears are flowing from my eyes. He says “You are mine! You treat me with respect. That was your first and only warning. If you do that again, I will do something far worse.”

            He gets up and heads upstairs. I cover up with the blanket. I wrap it tightly around my body. I try to get as comfortable as I can. I try to look around the room to see if there was anyway out. There are no windows or other door. There was no way to get out of here. I will have to try to earn his trust and get out of here. Once I am out, I will call the police. I will have to be on good behavior. I must make him think I am falling for him.

            Time goes slowly here. I have nothing to do but just stare at the walls. My only escape is sleep but even that is hard to come by. I do not know how long I have been down here. There is no clock. Nothing that I can use to tell me the time. It feels like I have been here for weeks. It is so boring. I think he is punishing me for how I reacted. He just brings me food and water then leave. Every once in a while, he will bring a bucket of warm soapy water, and let me wash myself. He stays and watches me. It makes me feel disgusted. He cannot even allow me privacy to wash myself. I only have a bucket that I can go to the bathroom in. He empties it once a day.

            We have not really talked since I yelled at him. Is it strange that I wish he would talk to me? I feel more alone than ever. I wish I could just go back. If I knew this would happen, I would have never been friends with Ryder. I would have kept to myself. But this situation has made me realize I never really knew Ian. He is so different than who I thought he was. Like, was he really the guy that was always there for me and was like family? I guess I will never really know.

            It is just another boring day. Ian turns on the light as he walks down the steps with my food and bottle of water. He walks back up and brings a bucket of soapy water. I really look forward to washing myself. I can literally smell myself and not in a good way. I eat my food quickly and go over to the bucket. I grab the rag and start rubbing it all over me. I dunk my head in the water to quickly wash my hair. Like usual, Ian is staring at me while I am bathing. I quickly finish and it is freezing. I am shivering and have nothing but a blanket to cover me. He still has not given me any clothes to wear. We look at each other for a moment, saying nothing. He moves to leave, and I know I must say something now. I clear my throat and say “Ian, can I get some clothes. It is cold down here?”

            He turns to me and says “Yeah, I guess I can bring you a t-shirt. No pants though. I want to be able to have easy access.”

            With that he turns and walks up the stairs and out the door. He returns a little while later with just a plain black t-shirt. He hands it to me, and I put it on. I thank him. I do not know what else to say. I think he might leave but he just sits on the bottom of the steps. He looks at me for a while and says nothing. I do not know how long we have been sitting here but it feels like hours. I cannot take the silence anymore, so I decide I must make the move to talk more.

            I must find out how long I have been down here, so I ask him, “How long have I been down here.?”

            He says, “About a week. But I bet it feels like a lot longer than that to you. With nothing to do and all.”

            I think for a moment and say, “Yes, it does feel like I have been down here for weeks. Can you bring me books down here? I am going stir crazy.”

            He laughs. He gets up and starts walking towards me. I am afraid of what he might do. He grabs me by my shoulders and lifts me up. He leans in and says, “What do I get if I bring you books down here? I need to prove to me that you deserve any books.”

            He smirks and waits for a response. I take a moment to think. I think about the pros and cons of what he might have me do. I ask him, “What do you want me to do? I will go crazy if I don’t have something to do.”

            His smile gets bigger. And I know what he is going to ask for is something I will not like. I am starting to dread my decision. I start sweating at the thought of what he might have me do. I look up at him and he says, “If you want books to read, then you must give me pleasure. Get down on your knees. You will suck my d**k and you have to suck it good.”

            I am so nervous. I have never had to do this before. I get down on my knees. He pulls his shorts down and reveals his c**k as it springs towards my face. The memories of him raping me start running through my head. I start crying and I try to plead with him to not make me do this. He grips my hair and says, “Open your mouth and suck my d**k!”

            He said it with such malice in his voice I know I must do it in fear of consequences since I made a deal with the devil. I opened my mouth, and he shoved his c**k inside. I thought he would be gentle, but he is thrusting hard and I feel the tears coming out of my ears and down my cheeks. I am gagging at the ferocity that he is f*****g my face with. I do not how long he was doing it. I could barely breath. I was afraid I was going to pass out. I kept trying to push his legs away, but it was no use. Right when I think I really was going to pass out, he grunts and with one last thrust deep into my mouth. I feel salty gross liquid in my mouth. I go to spit it out, but he grabs my jaw to keep my mouth shut and says, “Swallow it or I will do something worse to you.”.

            I want to throw up, but he is holding my mouth so I cannot spit it out. I swallow it and gag. I force it down. Knowing that if I throw up, he will do something bad to me. I fall to the floor. I wrap the blanket around me, hoping that maybe it would protect me, and make me feel safe and warm. But to no avail, I find none. Ian does not say anything more. He walks up the steps and leaves. I feel numb. I regret my decision, but I know I must exercise my mind, so I will not go crazy. I must stay present.

            I thought Ian would bring the books back right away, but he was gone for hours. I gave up staying awake, and I drift off into a dreamless abyss.