Title: Forever
Author: Well duh
Genre: I'm not sure
really…
Rated: T..just for a
bit of language
Spoilers: Not really…
Author's Note: This
is a one shot story. It's Justine's POV while she's stuck in
the closet listening to Wes and Lilah have sex…yup!
I've been in this hell hole for almost two weeks now. All day, counting the ways I'd kill him if he were careless for even a moment. The satisfaction I'd receive from slicing his throat, again. Watch the warm crimson blood slide down his neck. His bitchy girlfriend would be there, yelling and screaming, looking into my eyes, realizing his secret.
I'd probably kill her too. It's the principal of the thing really.
He finishes off his little fucking session shouting her name. Lilah. He'd then come to my closet, open the door. Tell me what a good girl I was, and would ask if I was ready to help him find his little friend. Angel…what kind of a name was that? He'd untie my gag and wait for my reply. I'd say no and spit on his shoes. He'd sigh and replace the gag.
I'd wait in the dark for hours, sweat dripping down my face. I'd gag at the stench of my unwashed body and my bucket he so kindly provided for me to piss in. He'd follow the same routine every night. He'd go out for a while, then come back and watch some tv show. At the same time every night he turns out the light and within minutes I can hear him making some sleep noises.
I can finally relax and I make myself as comfortable as possible. When he's awake my mind races with hate and crude comments. The time moves slowly here. All I have to keep myself busy is little stories or songs I made up in my mind. I always wanted to be a children's book author or a singer. However when my sister died I gave up those dreams. I had no one left, my dad had died the previous year and my mum died before I was born. I was all alone until I met Holtz. He made me feel safe and amazing.
But that was then. This is now. And for now I was alone, locked in a closet, maybe forever.