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Chapter 21 - Teaching all over

Richard had barely closed the door behind them before letting go of his tight grip on Abby's upper arm by throwing her up against the wall.

"Are you insane? They could be home!" She regretted her words the second they had left her mouth, the second his hand against the side of her face sent her flying onto the floor. She looked up at him, still not knowing where she had gotten the courage to talk to him like that from.

"Are you calling me stupid?" Shaking her head frantically she backed up against the wall. The look on his face told her that she wouldn't get off the hook for quite a while.

"Please, Richard." She looked at him pleadingly. She never objected, but something inside her made her seem very 'brave' today. Deep down she knew it was because she was scared. She'd seen the way he looked disappointed and mad at her when she had showed up at the factory a bit late, and he had been quiet on the entire ride home. She just wouldn't ever admit it. She needed to believe that she was strong, for her own sake.

"You don't seriously think I'll buy that crap, do you?" She shook her head, biting her lip, as he stepped on her right hand with a smile plastered on his face. "Good!" She looked away from him, not liking the way he grinned at her. She knew it meant he had some kind of sick idea in mind. He had looked at her like that ever since he told her they were going home from the factory, that they had more important things to take care of at home.

"You know, Abby, I'm disappointed in you." Holding her breath she looked back up at Richard to see him standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "I thought that after all these years you'd learned how to behave." She swallowed hard, not liking the sound of what was coming. "But apparently not. It looks like you've forgotten." Her heart started beating faster as he slowly bent down and starred into her scared face. "You're a bit too, well... rebellious for my liking. So I'm thinking we need to change that." He continued starring at her for a little while, but Abby didn't know what to do, so she just sat still. "I guess I need to teach you all over."

Abby winced as Richard grabbed her bruised arm and violently pulled her up from the floor.

"Have you eaten anything today?" Sometimes he really confused her. She had eaten something, but definitely not very much, and that was her breakfast many hours ago. Biting her lip she slowly nodded, not sure if she was doing the right thing by telling the truth. But that didn't really matter in the long run, it wouldn't stop him from doing what he had in mind, and she knew she had to be honest.

"You know how normal teenage girls punish themselves? When they don't have anyone to do it for them?" She wanted to reply, but she wasn't sure whether to nod or shake her head, so she just starred into his evil eyes.

He didn't say anything either. He just pulled her after him, through the apartment until they reached the bathroom, where he threw her onto the ground with so much force that she banged her elbow on the toilet seat on her way down. It hurt. A lot! She could feel the blood diffusing through her sleeve, but knew better than to look at it now. Her skin would be exposed soon enough anyways.

"You see, they throw up." Using her arms, even though it hurt like hell, she pushed herself up so she was sitting instead of laying face down. For a few seconds she looked at him in disbelieve.

"You want me to throw up?" She had made a deal with herself not to ask any questions, not to talk unless absolutely necessary, but this was just too bizarre for her not to.

"Yep." For what felt like an eternity she didn't move. She felt like she was frozen to the spot under Richard's gaze. Faster than the speed of light, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up on her knees in front of the toilet. She closed her eyes, feeling a huge headache emerge. "Just shove your finger down your throat and hold it there till I see digested food in the toilet. Or well, until I tell you that you can stop. Shouldn't be too hard."

Taking a deep breath she slowly turned and looked pleadingly at him, but his ice cold stare told her right away that it was no use, so she turned back to the currently clean toilet in front of her. She closed her eyes as she tightened her grip on the toilet seat, mentally telling herself that she could do it.

Feeling Richard's eyes on her she slowly and hesitatingly brought her hand to her mouth, sticking her right index finger into her throat. She had never done this before, but she'd heard girls in school talking about it. It felt really, really uncomfortable, but somehow she was pretty sure that she was doing it right.

She leaned in over the toilet as she felt like she was choking, like her alimentary canal was shrinking. But nothing came out, except some horrible choking sound. And all it did was to make the valve she was holding down hurt more than she thought was possible, and her throat would probably hurt like crap for hours, maybe days after this.

She couldn't imagine anything she'd rather do than pull her finger out right then, but decided against it. It only took a few seconds before the same, choking feeling returned, but this time worse. She could feel her eyes tearing up, against her own wishes. She didn't want them too, but it was impossible to prevent it when throwing up on purpose. It was like a really bad side effect.

She pulled back defeated after having tried for what felt like forever, looking scared and pleadingly at Richard.

"Please. I'm trying. I really am!" She felt her voice break in the middle of the sentence. She wasn't sure if it was due to her being so frightened while trying to hold back the tears, or because her throat was so sore. "I can't do it. There's nothing there. I don't have anything to throw up." A loud sound escaped as the back of his hand made contact her cheek.

"I don't want any excuses, just continue!" Abby just bit her lip, not moving her gaze away from the floor. She could taste the blood in her mouth but she wasn't completely sure where it came from. "I haven't told you that you can stop yet, have I?" She slightly shook her head before turning back towards the toilet. There was no way to get out of it, so she could just as well get it over with.

It felt like an eternity before Abby pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, tears streaming down her face. She had finally gotten something up, but it had taken forever and had barely been thicker that water. She had no idea that it would hurt as much as it did. Since it had been so long since she'd eaten, it was pretty much plain acid that had come up, burning her throat like crazy.

Sinking back onto the floor she used the hand that wasn't covered in drool, puke and other bodily fluids to wipe away the big amount of tears from her face. It wasn't till then that she noticed the blood on her hand wasn't only from her mouth, but also from the bite marks on her knuckles. She hadn't even realized that she'd made them. This was bad. Really bad. Her hands were the only part of her body, along with her head, which couldn't be covered up. People were going to notice those wounds.

"I guess that's good enough for now." She looked up at him, not understanding why he enjoyed seeing her suffer so much. "I was wondering," He starred at her like he expected her to break down any second, but she wouldn't let that happen. She refused to let that happen. "Whenever you and Luka hang out, is it ever romantic?" She didn't say anything, way too confused over what he was asking her. "You know, with candles and stuff like that?" Knowing that he had some kind of twisted idea she gently shook her head.

"What a horrible boyfriend." Abby wanted to say that it wasn't true, that he was the most amazing boyfriend a girl could hope for, but she kept quiet as Richard ripped her up from the floor. "But don't worry. I'll personally make sure you'll try it." He started pulling her after him while twisting her arm around, causing her to bite the insides of her cheeks as she tried to keep up with him.

When he finally let go of her in the kitchen, she started rubbing her arm. It had hurt a lot, but luckily he hadn't twisted it enough to break it or sprain it.

He was going through all the different cabinets and drawers before finally finding whet he was looking for. Abby hadn't moved, she was still standing in the exact same position when he turned back around, giving her an evil smirk. He'd been so wrapped up in what he was doing that she could have easily run away, escaped, but she didn't. It wouldn't have done any good anyways, and it would be better to show Richard that she did know how to behave.

"Aww, don't worry baby." He slowly walked towards her and started stroking her cheek, removing her dried, sticky tears. "This isn't going to hurt." She closed her eyes as she tried to block out his touch. He always said that and it was never true. "I promise." She carefully opened her eyes and gave him a look that told him she was scared of believing him, which he just replied with an evil grin.

She was sitting in her room, her knees pressed against her chest. He had actually been right when he told her that it wouldn't hurt, which still pretty much shocked her. She had expected the melted wax from the candles being poured all over her body to hurt, a lot, but she'd barely felt it. Of course it had stung a little, but it was nothing compared to all the other things he usually put her through.

Richard was watching some kind of poker show on TV, so she was hiding out in her room. It was getting pretty late, but she wasn't nearly tired enough to go to bed. And besides, going to bed just meant falling asleep, which would make the night go by faster, just so she could wake up to another long day.

Earlier that day she'd considered running away, taken Eric and escaped this life. The though of telling Luka had even crossed her mind, but had quickly disappeared again. And now, when thinking back on it, she couldn't believe she had ever allowed herself to think like that. She should know better than that, and she did. No wonder she had gotten punished to the extend she had, she deserved it.