FATE

CHAPTER 6

WORNING!!! THERE IS s****l ABUSE, r**e, AND BRUTALITY IN THIS CHAPTER. BE ADVISED READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

I've never been so devastated in my life. I'm stuck and there's nothing I can do about it. How did they know I wanted to run? I was not showing any signs. I was screwed with no way out. I walked to my spot in the woods, sat down and examined the tracker. It was thick and I definitely would never be able to cut it off. I grabbed my bike and rode to school. Maybe I can come up with something and free myself. I tried to reassure myself but it was not working, it just made me more and more sad. I was thinking so much. I didn't realize I had made it to school. I locked my bike up and then walked inside to class. It was a passing period when I got there and it normally lasted ten minutes, so I went to the bathroom and examined the tracker some more. I couldn't see, anyway, to take it off other than the keys. It was hopeless. I sat there trying not to cry and trying to get the tears to pass. I was successful and didn't cry. Once I was sure I would be fine, I walked to class. I tried my best to be normal and I thought I was doing an OK job. When I entered, I noticed Luke sitting in the back. I went to sit next to him. I stared at the bored while thinking about last night. I heard Luke trying to get my attention. He asked where I was this morning and why I was not in first period. I looked at him and told him I didn't want to talk about it, but I wanted to tell him everything I wanted someone to talk to about this, but I wasn't about to risk my best friend's life or get beaten half to death, so I just shrugged off his question. He starred at me the entire class. When class was over, he told me how the twins were expelled and that they would never come back to this school again. I smiled at that, realizing they would never torment me again. He told me that they showed up this morning looking for me, but then a teacher called their parents to come pick them up and as they walked down the hall someone overheard their parents telling them they were going to boarding school. When he told me that, I felt kinda bad because they had to leave their friends, but then realized its there faults and they would maybe make new friends. We walked into the lunch room and got in line for food. As usual, I get as much packaged food as I can. Once we have been through the line, we go sit down at our normal table. I opened up a granola bar and started to put it in my mouth, but then I thought about last night. I started staring at the bar for a second, thinking about my life and what it would look like now. I felt a tapping on my shoulder and flinched away. I looked at Luke, who was staring at me with concern again. Then I told him I would be back soon. I walked out of the cafeteria and down the hall for a minute. Then I turned around and went back. I sat down on the other side of the table and started eating. "Freya, are you OK," Luke asked me. Yeah, I'm good, I told him. He got up and came closer to me. "Freya, please tell me if something is bothering you. You're my best friend, remember," he said. I know, but I just don't want to talk about it. Would you please let it go? I asked him. He told me he would let it go, then started to hug me and I flinched. Dammit Freya, I said to myself, if he wasn't suspicious before, he definitely is now. I looked at him and smiled, and he frowned and asked what was wrong again. I was in big trouble. I did the most logical thing I could think of at that moment. I got up and ran. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. When I exited the door, I looked back to see him watching me leave, so there was no way he knew where I was. I just f****d up big time. I'm going to have to face him soon and I have no clue what I'm going to say to him. I went to the door and looked outside. He was walking towards me, so I quickly closed the door. I started crying thinking about last night. Now I have to tell him about it. I opened the door to find him sitting there. He got up and I let him in. "Freya, I'm worried about you. You show up to class late and you are acting super strange. Freya, please tell me what's wrong. I know I told you I would let it go, but after what just happened I don't know if I can." he said. I understood what he was saying. I overreacted to his touch because I let people r**e me all night and all morning. That is not very easy to say though. I mean what will he think about me. What would he say? I really don't want to lose my best friend over this. "Listen, Freya, I will always love you no matter what. You are not alone, because I'm always here for you, so don't be afraid to tell me anything. I'm always here to listen,"he said. I just stared at him realizing I was overthinking. I told him he couldn't tell anyone before I started to give him the details of my new life. He promised and told me he would never tell a soul. So I told him everything. When I got home yesterday, the house was a mess, so I cleaned everything up and started dinner. Once I finished making everything, I put it all in the oven with the setting on warm and waited for them to get home. When they arrived, I waited for them to settle in, and then I prepared to serve them dinner. I took it up to them and waited for them to start eating and then me. They have this rule where I'm not allowed to leave until they say I can and sometimes, if they don't, it means they allow me to eat their leftovers. Instead of dismissing me, my mother told me her food was cold. She hit me across the face and then made me heat everything up in the microwave. I took all the food back downstairs and heated it back up. When I took it back up and put it in front of them, they took bites of their food and went back for seconds. But then my father told me to go wait for him in the basement, which, as you know, that is when they beat me. Instead of going straight down to the basement, I went to the kitchen and cleaned as much as I could so it wouldn't be as hard after the beating. Once I was satisfied, I went downstairs and waited. After a while, my father came down with a belt in one hand and some salt in the other. He'd never used salt on me before, so I was surprised when I had seen it. I started crying as I got to the part where I allowed them to r**e me. Once my father came down, he put the salt and the belt down. He told me how he'd been waiting for so long but couldn't wait anymore, and that he needed me. He said that if I cooperated I would get beaten. My mother came down with a cot and set it up. They both got naked and had s*x together right in front of me. Then they told me to undress myself. I did what they wanted until my father told me to eat my mother's v****a. They got mad because I was hesitating and they started beating me. My father beat my back as I poured a pile of salt on the ground, then he forced me to lay down on it. My entire back was on fire. Once I was lying down, my mother took the belt and started hitting my stomach as hard as she could while my father went to get more salt. Before he came back, I told my mother I would do whatever they wanted me to and I would obey. So we all walked back over to the cot and I ate my mother's v****a. After that, my father r***d me over and over again. We were in the basement for hours before my mother said a client was coming over. She went to set up my room and my father took me one more time before getting me ready, then did it again after I was ready. When he finished, he took me to the living room where they told me to do what I had done in the basement again, but, for this next couple coming in. After talking, they took me to my room and chained me up to the wall. Then they left for awhile but very soon came in with the couple. They took all the chains off except for the one on my neck, then I allowed them to r**e me over and over again until morning. Once they were done, my mother came in and had me make breakfast. I took my parents' there food and then cleaned the kitchen. As I finished, someone was at the front door and my mother came and took me back to my room. She chained me back up and brought in another man. He came in and ransacked my body for a few hours, then my parents kicked him out and left me alone. I accidently fell asleep only to be woken up by my father pumping in and out of me. When he finished, he pulled his pants up and left for work. I got my clothes, took a shower and got dressed for school, but then my mother called me back to my room. She gave me a tracker/buzzer. She said it's to help them find me if anyone ever tries to take me and it would taze me and the person if someone tries to take it off. I pulled up my pants and showed him the tracker. I kept my head down. I didn't want to see his face and I didn't want him to see mine. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of it. I looked at him and I could see anger in his eyes. I told him to calm down, but he ignored me. I kept trying to get his attention but I couldn't. Out of nowhere, he punched the wall hard and made a small dent. Now I was scared and I stepped back. I told him he absolutely could not tell anyone, that it was too dangerous for him and me if anyone else found out. But then he just stormed out of the bathroom and down the hall. I contemplated whether I should go after him or not, but I eventually decided against it, knowing how angry he was. I stayed in the bathroom and cried my eyes out. I was hurt, and scared of what he would do with this information. I didn't realize I had been asleep from crying, until the bell went off and woke me up to go to the gym. I stood up and exited the door, then I walked to class. Luke was sitting there and he still looked furious. I stood there watching him. I wondered what he would do if I sat next to him, but then I started wondering why he was so mad. It should be me that's mad, not him. This is happening to me, not him, so why does he think he has a right to treat me this way? I went over to him and asked what his deal was. I reminded him of what he had just told me earlier, then asked why he was mad when this was not even happening to him. He just looked at me and then back at the wall. He's ignoring me and I did nothing wrong. I don't see why you're mad at me. You told me to tell you and you said you would love me no matter what. You lied, Luke, and now you hate me. I told him with tears in my eyes. He looked up at me and denied that he hated me. He said he was not mad at me but that he was mad at my parents, which is why he is acting the way he is. He asked me to let him process things and then he would be OK. So I left him alone. After class, he came up to me and said I should come home with him that way I don't have to go back to my house, but I turned down his offer, saying we would get in trouble, and I would for sure be beaten. He told me he didn't want me to go back, but I had to and I did.