I woke feeling detached from my own body. Dizzy and disorientated I moved to discover my wrists are bound so tightly in heavy metal chains that the chains are slicing into my skin, drawing blood. Every muscle in my body seemed to have gained at least twenty pounds, either that or all my energy is draining from my body.
"Bastard!" I cursed as I was flung sidewards against something hard. I was winded as something inside me snapped. Was it a rib? It hurt like a hell, my body is screaming on the inside. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I have never felt pain like that, not ever and I hope to never feel pain close to that ever again.
The cobwebs in my head were beginning to clear. I was in a tight compact space, the boot of a car maybe? There was no way to know for sure but I have an excruciating pain in my head. We were moving fast so I guessed that I was right. Whoever is driving didn't slow down enough to get over a speed bump. My head slammed into the roof, I could hear humming in my head.
"Bastard!" I yelled, wishing that my blood covered wrists were not bound any more so I could rub my head to soothe it and most importantly bang on the boot so I can be freed as soon as possible.
Suddenly the car radio was turned on and the music was blaring out so loud that it blocked out my cries for help and caused the car to vibrate.
I put my head down on the hard bottom of the boot. Great I feel a headache coming on, thanks. As if he hasn't put me through enough already.
We drove for what seemed like days an endless continuous loop, every time there was a bump, hole or corner in the road I was tossed about like a pinball.
The car screeched as high as a mouse squeaks as it braked to a stop. I was hurled forward, bashing into the metal boot frame. I felt my eyes well up as my body screamed in agony. I dread to think what I look like right now since he seems to be adding to the list of my injuries. Will he ever stop and let me live my life the way I deserve to? That is probably wishing for too much.
The most disgusting taste you probably would have ever tasted appeared in my mouth, making me feel sick. I can feel my temperature rise high moments before I throw up all over myself. I felt grim and I don't think he is going to feel happy about this. He hates mess unless he makes it himself.
The boot was wrenched open, my eyes feeling delicate to slightly more light.
"Stupid bitch!" he spat dragging me out of the boot. He gagged me using his tie which stunk of alcohol, before chucking me out of the boot.
He slammed the boot down so hard that I believed that he broke it. He grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me through the abandoned car park.
It felt like he was rubbing me with sandpaper as he dragged me behind him. Gravel scraped against my bare skin as he moved quicker and quicker as if he was afraid that the slower we went the more chance he had of being caught. Does this mean that there are people here nearby? Will Jack be able to find me quicker? Please I hope somebody sees what he is capable of. The friction of the rough ground felt like a knife hacking away at my skin.
How long was I out due to the drugs? It could be hours, it could be days. I have lost all sense of time regardless. All I felt now was pain and sickness and that is all thanks to him.
Finally he stopped dragging me and left me on the ground. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I hated it. The girl he has turned me into is a shadow of my old self. I hated myself for wasting more tears on him, I didn't want to because he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve anything from me.
He grabbed my tangled hair dragging me with his fingers through a door and chucked me into a corner. I shivered, my body trembling.
"You are going to stay here" he growled at me like a wolf, grabbing some cleaning supplies as he went. I take it that he is going to go clean out the boot of his car.
I couldn't help but smile.
Where else does he think that I am going to go? My wrists are still bound together behind my back. I don't even know where we are. It would be stupid to try and run, especially with the stupid pain in my rib.
"He's never going to find us" he said slamming the door behind him. He didn't bother to set me free from the gag and binds.
I was left alone in a storage room. It was cold, an old fridge maybe? At least it was dry. My body is aching and bleeding, tired and cold. I feel like I am a lot older than sixteen and its all because of him. I can't live like this not for much longer, I need a need a normal drama free life. I need this to end for the sake of my babies. They haven't done anything wrong. I cannot possibly bring them into the same world as the monster who doesn't deserve to call these sweet innocent babies his own children. It is too cruel on them. They will never know who their biological father is. I will never be ready to answer the questions they will undoubtedly have.