This story is divided into three chapters and I will update every week once. I suggest you watch episode 2x20 "All access" before for better understanding. It's a bit cruel, but I hope you enjoy it.
Athina went along the 98th in Manhattan. The day in school had been nice. First she got her first clear A+ in a math test - Athina was from Greece and not very good in English – and second one of the boys of the swimming team had invited her for a cup of coffee that afternoon after school. His name was Jack and he was very nice and very sexy. When she thought at this date, she had to smile. His eyes had made her watching them all the time and his bottom … wow.
She stopped dreaming when she reached the intersection with 5th avenue. She had only two blocks to go. Her aunt Stella had promised her to cook tonight and so Athina had nothing to do apart from relaxing and watching TV until her aunt comes home for work. Stella worked for the NYPD as a crime scene investigator. She used to come home very late.
Athina was standing in front of the huge apartment building where she and her aunt were living, while she was looking for her keys. This stupid new school bag. It had way too many pockets. She finally found her keys and unlocked the door. Fortunately the elevator wasn't broken, so it took her less than a minute to reach the apartment. She just wanted to insert the key when she heard something weird. Somebody was inside watching TV. She had no idea what to do and so she entered.
An unclear figure was sitting in an armchair in the living room. "Stella?" she asked carefully. The figure got up and she could see that it wasn't Stella, not even a woman, but a man.
"Who are you?" she asked him a bit confused. "I'm Stella's boyfriend," the man said, "She had invited me for dinner tonight and she gave me a key." Athina's confusion vanished. "Ah, you're Frankie, aren't you? Stella didn't tell me anything about this. Do you think she's just forgotten to tell me?"
"Need to be," he said with a strange mien, "And may I ask who you are?" She thought how rude she was not telling her aunt's boyfriend who she was. "I'm sorry. I forgot. My name is Athina. I'm the niece of Stella. I think she had told you about me." The man, Frankie, just nodded and leaned back in his armchair. She had just put her school bag in her room when something came into her mind. Stella had often told her about her first rule: No men in this place. Not even Athina's boyfriends.
With a sense of foreboding she went back to the sitting room and asked Frankie again. "What are you doing here?" Frankie obviously noticed her suspicion and that she got through his lies, but he did a last try. "I'm waiting here for …"
"No," she interrupted him with a touch of fear in her voice, "What do you really want here? Stella never invites men!"
"I'm waiting for her, but you're right. She didn't invite me." Call the police, she thought and turned around to go into her room, but Frankie followed her. He grabbed her cell phone with one hand and with the other one he held her upper arm and dragged her back to the middle of the room. He threw her phone in a corner, grabbed her other arm, too, and shook her violently. "No, you won't phone her. She made a terrible mistake with breaking up with me and you both will pay for that!" Tears came into her eyes, because he was holding her arms so tightly that she nearly cried loudly.
"Frankie, please! I didn't know … You can't!" The first tears were rolling over her cheeks. "I can't?" he said and pushed her down the small staircase behind the kitchen where Stella's bedroom was, "You will see what I can do!" She lost her balance and felt ungentle on the corner of Stella's bed. From somewhere he got a rope and tied up her hands at the foot of the bed. He pulled another armchair in front of her and sat himself face to face to her. In her face was an expression of fear, anger and despite. "Fine, maybe there is a sense of talking to you until lovely Stella comes home," he said and leaned back, like on a tea party.
"Oh fuck off!" These words came out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. Frankie leaned towards her and punched her in her face as strongly as he could. His fist hit her right on her left forehead. Athina saw some stars twinkling around her. With this move, Athina lost all her fear. A man who had to use violence to control women was a coward. In her eyes Frankie was no man who needed to be respected anymore. When she thought this her courage rose again and she said: "You're a wimp! You need to tie me up. I'm a 13 year old girl and you're a grown man and you fear me. You think I'm dangerous!" This was a mistake. Frankie loosened her ties and pulled her up on her arm.
"Well, you think I'm a wimp? We will see who the wimp of us is." Athina wasn't scared. He wasn't the first man who beat her. The guardian in Greece had often beaten her as a punishment. Over the years she learned how to handle with the pain.
Frankie brought his face close to Athina's. Her hands were still tied up behind her, but she tried to show him all her pride. A bad was that he was about two heads taller than her and held her like a doll. "I will show you that you're not as proud as you think," Frankie said and threw her backwards on the bed. She felt hard into the mattress. Before she could think of anything to escape, he was over her with his knee on her thighs so that she couldn't move her legs. Great fear rose in her, but she tried to fight it down. She didn't want to give Frankie the joy to see her crying, but he started to unbutton her blouse and a single tear of disgust rolled over her cheek. Frankie saw it and laughed.
"I think it's too late to persuade me with tears. You have no idea how good Stella was in bed, but unfortunately she broke up with me and I don't want to forego sex." Athina's brain was working faster than usual and she knew what he wanted to do.
"No," she cried and she thought that she sounded like a little girl. "Don't be afraid. I won't do it now. Stella should see it, don't you think?" Athina's mouth formed the word 'asshole', but Frankie only laughed. "I like women who are a bit aggressive." He pulled her up on her shoulder. A sudden pain went through her arms, but she bit on her lip to prevent her from crying. He pulled her through the room to Stella's closet. With a "Stay quiet or I will kill you both!" he pushed her inside. She bumped into her aunt's clothes. From the other side of the door she heard the door handle locking the door. She was trapped and only Frankie's non existing mercy could help her. The minutes went on and she tried to loosen her ties, but without any result. After a few useless tries she heard the main door open and close again. Then she heard the voice of Stella.
"Hello? Somebody there? Frankie! Get the hell out of my apartment!" Nobody answered. "Did you hear me, Frankie? Get the hell out of my apartment! What are you doing?"
"I'm setting the table," he said and Athina could her plates being placed on a hard surface.
"Alright, that's it. I'm making a phone call!" Just a second later the phone was crashed on the floor. "Frankie!" She heard the footsteps of two people on the stairs and then the sounds of a struggle.
"You're not going anywhere!" Frankie yelled. The noise suddenly stopped.
"I found a statue that I made for you by the trash. I put it back where it belongs." Stella's lips escaped a little whimper and Athina could hear the feathers of the mattress being bent.
"It's all your fault," he said, "I stayed up two nights, put my heart and soul into this statue. And you break us up, because of a website?" Stella got lifted up and she let out a cut off scream. Then the feathers of the mattress got bent again.
"That website was a celebration of our love and you treat me some guy on the street?" Obviously Stella changed her strategy, because she tried to calm Frankie down.
"You caught me off guard. Can you blame me? You're right, we should talk. I loved your statue. It's so beautiful and loved all the 'I love you' messages and I really meant to call you, I did!"
"Yeah, but you didn't, did you? You ignored my calls. You ignored me. You don't love me!" Athina heard the sound of a punch, harder than the one before, and a body falling on the ground.
The door to the closet went open and Athina saw Frankie standing in front of her. He had doffed his jacket and was only wearing his under shirt and he looked fiercer than the first time she had seen him.
"Here you are. It's your time now!"
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