Louise
1238 Words
“Why?” I asked him.
He whispered in my ear. “So, daddy won't kill me for what I'm about to do to you. But then again I know that you haven't seen him in over a year so it all will work out for us.”
“There never was an us...there's no us...there will never and us, Louise.”
He walked around me and grabbed me by the neck before looking into my eyes and then slapping me. “Don't you every say that Nora.” I didn't move or say a word. “Nora. Nora? Look at me Nora. What did I just do?”
“Looks like you just hit her.” I looked up but couldn't see who was talking.
“Nora are you okay?”
“Louise, the phone is for you.”
“Okay, umm, give me a minute.”
“No, Louise you need to answer it now.”
“Okay take her back to the room.”
“Yes sir.” He walked past me without a word this time.
A hand was around my mouth as they put the rag back on and then the scarf over my eyes. I listened to the things that were around me as they walked from room to room. I closed my eyes by the time I saw the lights on outside of the door.
In my dream I was with my dad, sitting with him in the country in New York. He was telling me the story of how mom and he met. Then everything came crashing down and we were on the plane. When I woke I was in a cold sweat and couldn't breathe.
“Hey. Hey, it's okay, just breathe.” A hand came over my head and around to my cheek. I looked but the sun was too bright and made it to where I couldn't see his face. I started to move away and he let me. He didn't pull me back or anything.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“No.”
“Are they going to hurt me?” Wait, what was I talking about? Yes, they were going to hurt me.
He stood up and turned his back to the bed. “I’m so sorry but yes. Yes they are going to hurt you. I’m sorry.”
I could hear it in his voice, he was really sorry for what they were going to do to me.
“Do you know what they are going to do?”
“Well, knowing my dad, yes, I know what they are going to.”
“Wait, your dad? Who’s your dad?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn't even be here.” He ran out the door.
Days past and I laid with my hands hand-cuffed to the bed.
About after five day of a guy coming in and out to only give me food and water, I found that I needed to get out before Louise killed me. I laid on the bed thinking about what happen on the plane. He sat three rows behind my brother and me. My dad was by the window to my right and sitting by a girl that I knew very well. His girlfriend that he had been seeing for about three years just after my mom left him. In some cases, the kids should be mad at the dad, but in mine, I hated my mom for the reason that he moved to New York. And, well, she stayed in the small towns around London. Up until she met the guy that I now call my step-father, she moved the family closer to the heart of London.
It was a fourteen-hour flight back to London and, well, my mom said that he was going to be the one to take us home. It was only my older brother Matt and me that wanted to see our dad. He was sixteen. The others that didn't wanted to see him were in college and little Annie wasn't his but the loser’s she married. I must have been lost in my thought because when I heard the sound of glass breaking the room was dark. I lay there on the bed and find that my hands weren't hands cuffed any more. And then Louise started yelling. I got out of bed and walked an opened door. The house was beautiful and big. I walked done the stairs and around the corner. “Look what you did.”
I looked to see a young boy on the ground pitting up glass. I looked from them to the door which stood about fifteen feet from me. I looked at the boy as I started to back up to the door. He never looked at me and I never saw his face. But he was wearing a blue shirt and black jeans.
But I stopped when I saw Louise look up. I looked at the door and he followed my eyes. I thought how stupid it was, and I knew that it's stupid for running to the door but I'm sixteen and sure wanted to live longer than sixteen.
“OH NO YOU DON'T!” He yelled as he ran. I took off running, and just as I hit the door Louise was pulling me back by the hair up the stairs and into the room throwing me to the floor and locking the door behind us.
“Get up!”
“No.”
“What's that?”
“No.”
“Get the hell up.” He gripped my hand as he threw me on the bed.
“How did you even get out of the handcuffs?”
I didn’t answer and his anger was rising with every second I didn’t say a word.
At last he spoke again. “How?”
“I don't know.”
“WELL YOU SHOULD! YOU ARE THE ONE THAT DOESN'T HAVE THEM ON!” He grabbed my wrest and at that point I knew how bad it hurt.
“You're hurting me. Let go!”
“Oh does this hurt you?” He dug his nail into the opened wound. I pulled back but he pushed in.
“Don't!” I said as loud as I could “Stop!”
“Don't stop? Well then.”
His wet lips were on mine. I pushed him away the best I could but he moved on top of me pulling my hand to look at my wrest.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked as I fought him back.
He was driving his nails deeper and deeper into my wrests... Blood sliding down mine and his hands.
“You still don't know why I was out for your dad for that long.”
“No and I don't would to know why.”
“Well you don't get to make the choice here. I do.” He pulled me to him. Kissing me on the lips. I pulled away from him but he was stronger than me and just kissed me deeper it hurt to the point. He moved his hand down to my side. I know it. I'm going to die tonight.
“Louise, you need to come down here.” He stopped.
“WHAT?”
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