Chapter 10
I sat on the counter the whole morning dangling my legs and smiling. I was so happy and felt so healthy for the first time in my life. Except for the fact that Dom wasn't mine. And I was tired so tired. I didn't sleep at all last night. Those nightmares. Those damn nightmares are coming back and the only person who can make them go away, hates me. They only come back if he's not with me. Like a damned curse.
That night I was scared to go to sleep again, but inevitably, I did anyway because I barely slept any in three days. And all of a sudden I could see him again...Sandro. Standing there again in front of me a dark figure, an evil silhouette, but I still knew who he was. I had peed in my bed the night before and I didn't want him to see them so I hid them under the bean bag chair. I was 6 and very small for my age. I hadn't grown since I was 4. He tripped over the beanbag chair and saw them.
He was coming at me...slowly...torturously slow...and he grabbed me by the throat. He was slinging me around the room now, throwing me like I was a pillow. I was screaming but no one could hear me, no one could help me.
"Wake me up, somebody! Wake me the hell up. AAAAAhhhhh!!!!!!!" He slung me around by my hair calling me a little puta and looking at me with those eyes. Those fucking eyes.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
"Letty! Chill." Vince was trying to restrain me.
I was awake. At least my eyes were open and I was walking---or stumbling--- around but, that nightmare--no, not nightmare--memory, was so vivid and I could see Sandro. I could actually see him. I could feel the lashes against my back over and over and over again. I could feel the blood gushing down my back. I could feel him running his hands down my shirt. I was reliving it in my head.
"Oh God! My fucking back! Stop, for God's sake." I yelled to him.
"What the HELL?" Was a distant voice. I know now it was Vince because I kicked him but then I didn't.
And then in all the commotion, in all the restraining, and yelling, and chaos...there stood Dom. All calm, cool, and collected and approaching me and holding me. And then I stopped.
It was like everything inside me just soothed itself into this eerie calm that only Dom could achieve. He must have felt pretty fuckin' big.
I sat on the counter the whole morning dangling my legs and smiling. I was so happy and felt so healthy for the first time in my life. Except for the fact that Dom wasn't mine. And I was tired so tired. I didn't sleep at all last night. Those nightmares. Those damn nightmares are coming back and the only person who can make them go away, hates me. They only come back if he's not with me. Like a damned curse.
That night I was scared to go to sleep again, but inevitably, I did anyway because I barely slept any in three days. And all of a sudden I could see him again...Sandro. Standing there again in front of me a dark figure, an evil silhouette, but I still knew who he was. I had peed in my bed the night before and I didn't want him to see them so I hid them under the bean bag chair. I was 6 and very small for my age. I hadn't grown since I was 4. He tripped over the beanbag chair and saw them.
He was coming at me...slowly...torturously slow...and he grabbed me by the throat. He was slinging me around the room now, throwing me like I was a pillow. I was screaming but no one could hear me, no one could help me.
"Wake me up, somebody! Wake me the hell up. AAAAAhhhhh!!!!!!!" He slung me around by my hair calling me a little puta and looking at me with those eyes. Those fucking eyes.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
"Letty! Chill." Vince was trying to restrain me.
I was awake. At least my eyes were open and I was walking---or stumbling--- around but, that nightmare--no, not nightmare--memory, was so vivid and I could see Sandro. I could actually see him. I could feel the lashes against my back over and over and over again. I could feel the blood gushing down my back. I could feel him running his hands down my shirt. I was reliving it in my head.
"Oh God! My fucking back! Stop, for God's sake." I yelled to him.
"What the HELL?" Was a distant voice. I know now it was Vince because I kicked him but then I didn't.
And then in all the commotion, in all the restraining, and yelling, and chaos...there stood Dom. All calm, cool, and collected and approaching me and holding me. And then I stopped.
It was like everything inside me just soothed itself into this eerie calm that only Dom could achieve. He must have felt pretty fuckin' big.