~Paige~
I awoke to the warmth of water hitting my chestand running down my shirt. I tried to open my eyes but my right eye was swollen shut.
I didn't need a mirror to know he fucked my face up.
I turned my head to the side to see where the source of the water was coming from.
I saw the tall bearded man standing over me grinning with his little prick in his hands.
It dawned on me that I had just been pissed on."You sick bastard!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
I could feel my skin crawl, bile built up in my throat—I am covered in the stench of this ugly piece of shit.
"Oh, she's getting feisty!" he said.
"Fuck you!" I shouted.
"Ooh, I would love to, sugar, but your boyfriend is on his way. Wouldn't want to make him jealous," he snickered.
"Come on now, Eddy, we gotta get her cleaned up before Vince gets here. He won't allow her in his car smelling like that." Coming from a bald smelly creep, the irony.
I couldn't help but laugh, "I smell like the rest of this house, and you, sir, smell like shit."
I snorted with laughter. I was losing my mind, I could feel it.
"That's it, hold the bitch up," the bald man said.
Eddy removed the restraints from the wall and held me up.
The bald man swung his heavy fist and landed it into the center of my belly.
The air left my lungs, my legs went numb, and I hit the floor.
"Go clean her up. The filthy cunt makes it hard to breathe in here," he said as he opened a fresh bottle of whiskey.
"Why do I have to do it?" Eddy whined.
"Because it's your piss, you fucking idiot! Now go clean the bitch up if you want your cut of the money," he said just before gulping down more whiskey.
"Whatever, man, we'll have some fun won't we?" Eddy said, squeezing at my nipple.
He grasped the rope that was wrapped around my wrists and swung my arms over his neck as if I was hugging him, and lifted me up. He cradled me down the small hall and into the bathroom.
"Bitch, you need a diet!" He huffed as he sat me on the toilet seat.
He untied the ropes on my wrists, and I immediately rose up and went for the door. Before my hand could touch the doorknob he had a knife to my throat.
"Now let's not do anything stupid," He said,gripping my hair with one hand and holding the knife on my neck with the other.
"Get in the tub, now!" he snapped.
"Okay, I will...I'm going," I said with my arms up in surrender.
"Start stepping. I'll be behind you just waiting for an excuse to gut you," he said, calmly holding the knife up in the air behind me as I slowly made my way toward the tub.
"Take off your clothes," he snapped.
I nodded and slowly undressed from my panties and dingy tank top, careful not to make eye contact with the bastard holding the knife.
I stepped one foot into the tub leaning on the toilet to hold my weight.
I grasped the lid of the toilet tank, and swung it as hard as I could smack into Eddy's face.
Eddy hit the floor, clearly knocked out.
"Is she giving you trouble back there?" I heard the bald man holler.
I didn't fully think this through, I thought, as I looked down at Eddy.
I stepped out of the tub and turned the water on. Hopefully he won't come back here.
I put my dirty shirt and panties back on and cracked the door open slightly.
Ole baldy was sitting in a recliner with his whiskey in hand, watching wrestling on TV and throwing punches at the air in excitement.
I crept down the hall hiding in the shadows, when I heard a knock at the door.
"Just a minute!" the bald creep called out.
He continued to watch the wrestling for a minute, not in any hurry to answer the door.
I slid into the first room I found with an open door to hide in before he got up to answer the door.
My heart sped up when I heard the squeak of his chair and the footsteps towards the front door.
Panicked, I searched the room for a weapon, and I locked my eyes on the window.
This is probably my only chance out of here, I thought, as I pulled at the window.
The window didn't want to budge. It had been so long since it had been opened, it was stuck.
I kept pulling up, until finally it loosened and the window opened.
I could hear the voices of the bald man and another man at the door, as I opened the window as far as it would go.
The voice of the other man sounded like Vince but I was not about to stick around and find out.
My feet felt cold when they hit the ground, but I did not waste any time whining about it.
I took off as fast as I could, towards the trees, then into the woods and kept running with no sense of direction.
This time I will not stop to hide, this time I will keep running.
I heard yelling from the distance—surely they have discovered by now that I'm gone. This fueled my steps to become faster.
They will come looking for me. My thoughts grew louder, my legs pushed harder.
My feet felt a sting with every step, running over twigs, thorns, pine cones, and cold leaves.
My lungs were heavy and my breathing grewmore and more difficult, but I kept running.
I heard the rustle of leaves behind me getting closer and closer, this is it.
I can die or fight.
I spun around quickly—I was gonna die, I was gonna die fighting.
Nothing.
No one was there.
Confusion set in. I heard the steps closing in on me, and I felt someone close enough to grasp from behind me, only to turn around and see nothing.
I was panting trying to catch my breath. Tears swelled up up in my eyes. I didn't want to give in to my emotions, but despair was taking over.
I fell to my knees sobbing into the earth.
No one was coming for me, no one was saving me.
I thought back to my dream of Adrian and how my last memory of him was just a dream. For all I know, he probably thinks I blew him off, ghosted him, and I'll never get to see him again.
"Adrian, how I wish my dreams of you were real," I whispered through the tears running down my face.