POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING MENTIONS OF ABUSE!

Chapter 8

I wake up and can't move my hands or my feet. I'm tied to my bed on my stomach. I whip my head around trying to see something, anything in this dark room.

Standing in the door frame, I see a darkened figure.

It's him.

Motherfucker. I struggle against the restraints. I go to yell at him when I realize I've been gagged too.

Fear starts to consume me. I'm defenseless.

I know understand why he sent her away for a spa weekend. He needed me alone.

He's next to me now, stroking my hair. Kneeling next to the bed he starts to whisper to me.

"Anastasia. My Pet. I'm so ecstatic you're awake. I plans for us and a short amount of to do all of them. Now I'm going to untie you and move you around. If you fight me, you'll be sorry. Do you understand me?"

I nod my head yes. I don't give a fuck what he says, I'm getting the fuck out of here before he kills me.

He untied my feet first. I flex them to make sure I have feeling in them. He unties my right hand. As he goes around the bed to get to my left hand, I raise up and use all my force to elbow him in the face. It knocks him back and he's screaming and cussing me. I get my left hand undone and pull the gag over my head. I've made it to the top of the stairs when he grabs my hair and pulls me back into my room.

He slaps me hard in the face and I fall to the ground. He uses this time to bind my hands behind my back and put the gag back on. He pulls a knife from his pocket and flips out the blade.

"Now listen here you little bitch," he growls as he holds the blade to my neck, " you're going to listen and listen good. If you try that shit again, I'll will torture you until you're begging for death. But I won't kill you. No not yet. I'll wait for your whore mother to find you. Then I'll kill her and make you watch before I finally kill you. You will die knowing that everything was all your fault. All you had to do was listen. Am I clear you little prick tease?"

Tears are pouring down my face as I nod frantically.

He pushes me face down on the bed. And pulls my pajama bottoms down.

"This is for misbehaving. I think 15 ought to teach you some manners."

I hear the sound of his belt buckle being undone. I can't think. All I can feel is panic.

The first blow from the belt I jump up and spin around. He pushes me back down.

"I'm adding five more for that stunt. Fucking hold still or I'll keep adding to it."

I forced myself to lay there still as possible. I just sobbed into my gag. I could feel blood trickle down my legs before I went numb.

I feel someone shaking my shoulder. Its him. No not again. I throw my elbow hoping it makes contact and it does.

"Fuck! Ana! It's me! Baby, it's me Christian! It's just a dream!"

I'm on the floor backed into the corner. I can feel myself sobbing. My bedroom light flips on and my bedroom comes into focus. Waylon and Lucas are in the door, guns drawn. Christian is on my bed and blood dripping into his hands. I don't know if I hit his nose or mouth. Lucas hands his gun to Waylon and gets on the floor with me. I throw myself into his arms and continue to sob. Lucas doesn't say anything, I don't need him to. I just need to feel safe for a moment.

We sat that way until I had regained control. It had been a long time since I dreamt of number 3.

Lucas gets me up and leads me to the bathroom. I wash my face and stare into the mirror.

I'm not that girl. I'm not that weak anymore. I will never be that girl again.

I walk into the livingroom to see everyone up. I hear Waylon moving around in the kitchen, I'm assuming he's making breakfast. The clock says 6:45 am.

I look at Christian and immediately feel guilty. He's holding a towel with ice to his nose. I can already see the bruise.

"Christian."

"Come here," he says as he holds his arm up for me to come sit by him.

I sit down and he pulls me into his side.

"I'm so, so sorry. I didn't know it was you."

"Hey, quite that. It's fine. I should know better than anyone to get that close to someone while having a lucid nightmare. I have to say baby, you have one hell of a hit," he days with a wink.

Lucas snorts into his coffee cup.

"Be glad she didn't have a weapon. I got pistol whipped by her one time. Knocked my ass out cold."

I throw a pillow at him.

"Breakfast," Waylon yells from the kitchen and we all go to grab a plate.

I put very little on mine. I'm still reeling from the nightmare. I can still feel his hands on me. I resist the urge to check my backside for the welts and bruises.

Christian frowns at my lack of food but doesn't say anything. I can't believe I hurt his beautiful face. He's going to have a black eye and need his nose reset.

Shit. He's handing out diplomas. Fuck. Damnit Ana. You ruin everything.

"Hey. Look at me. It's fine. I promise. If you need to talk, I'm here."

I simply nod and clean up my plate.

"I'm going to go shower.," I say as I take off towards the bathroom.

Standing in the shower, I let the hot water cascade down my back, willing it to loosen up my tight muscles. I slowly lather myself up and my mind starts to wonder.

"Daddy. Come get me. Now."

"Annie, baby, what's wrong? Where are you?"

"I'm at a truck stop just outside Vegas. I'm scared Daddy. Please come get me."

"Just hang on baby. Do you remember my friend Doakes? He lives in Reno. Im going to call him to come get you until I get there. I promise baby I'll grab the first flight and be right there."

"Okay."

I shake my head from the memory. Steadying my breathing I picture emerald green eyes and find my peace.

Drying off, I reach in the back of my cabinet and pull out the little bottle of cologne. Inhaling deeply I smile at my little secret. Putting it back I get ready for my day.