The news I was watching was of Mission City, and some of the buildings in it were destroyed. Others were still severely damaged. Apparently, it had been a terrorist attack, but something didn't sit well with me on that idea. It was a tingling sensation that my instincts claimed to be false, that there was something else at work. When the doctor came in he flashed me a warm smile.
"Ah I see you are finally awake!" I blinked at him perplexed. The way he said that made it sound as if I had been unconscious for more then a few days; but if this terrorist attack had happened, perhaps I was unconscious for only a few hours? Looking at the man wearily, I made a motion of writing. He nodded understandably and handed me his pen, walking over to the cabinet in the room he grabbed a sheath of paper and handed it to me on a book. I gave him a weary smile, not trusting this man. I wrote neatly on the paper in my slanted scrawl.
My name is Autumn, how long have I been out?
Handing it to the doctor, I watched his eyes flash across the simple line before looking back up at me. Clearing his throat he spoke softly, as if speaking to an idiot. I clenched my jaw and curled my hands into fists under the blanket. I hated being degraded, pitied, scared. It made hate boil inside me, almost to the point of boiling over and sizzling the sheets around me. If I could speak, venom would drip from every word, but alas I could not. All I could do was hold my tongue in silence.
"Well Autumn you have been out for some time, three weeks to be precise. When you were brought here you were under a great amount of strain physically, can you remember what happened to you, where you are?" I do, but I won't tell you, you douche. What has authority ever done for me? What did they ever do for my mamma? My eye twitched from the amount of strain produced from not glaring. I wanted to so badly reach out and back hand this man, but I knew I would only get in more trouble. I knew from experience that men had no qualms over hurting me. Logic dictated that this man would be no different.
The doctor must have taken my silence as me concentrating or something. Shaking his head he patted me on the shoulder and smiled softly.
"Autumn, don't worry you're in safe hands-" No I'm not. I'm never safe, not with Him breathing.
"We'll find out who did this to you." No you won't. You won't even try; and even if you did you would never find Him, they never do. I thought despairingly, anger filling me at this mans false words and promises. My eyes burned with unshed tears. Not from sorrow, but from anger. The man, much to my dismay, left after his little speech. Leaving me to the silence of the room, only the television in the background provided any noise. Damn I really wanted to chew him a new one. It would be in writing, but it would have had to do. I thought with animosity. I sat scowling at the empty room for a while, but eventually lay back down from the dull ache in my still healing ribs. My eyes strayed back to the T.V. The destruction in view, tendrils of smoke still lingering over the once pristine city. Devastation in its purest form. What had happened?
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Laying there in bed three days later, I found my self growing steadily more and more annoyed. The doctors wouldn't let me go, they wanted to see if I had any family to contact for information and release. The only person I had legally was my father, and I wasn't about to sell myself out to that man. Distantly down the hall I heard a commotion, a vaguely familiar voice was talking too fast for me to understand through the muffling walls. The door burst open and there stood the one person I thought I'd never see again, Blue. I was almost certain that I'd only imagined him to begin with. His gray blue hair glinted silver in the florescent lights, likewise his neon blue eyes seemed to literally glow. A surprisingly sexy grin made its way to his lips.
"You're awake! The doctors told me they didn't know when you'd wake up, but just in case you did I've been visiting for the past three weeks the same time everyday. This is the first time my friends have joined me though! Oh right, I kinda never got your name last time we saw each other, I was to busy getting you here-" I felt dizzy trying to understand everything this hyperactive young man was saying. Luckily a taller adult stepped forward, his hair wasn't too long, a soft dirty blond. Like Blue, his eyes were Neon blue... all of these men's were actually. The man in question pushed his glasses up his nose and spoke calmly, although a faintly irritated edge laced his voice like frost on a window.
"Blue, hush. She has just awoken from a three week coma, she does not need your constant banter to give her a migraine." His voice was smooth and calming, that of someone sophisticated. He turned to me and offered a small smile as if to apologize for Blue's rambling.
"My name is Ryan R. Atchet I am a medic for the military. Blue here has told me you were severely injured when he found you?" It was a question to get my side of the story, it was like they wanted to see if I knew something I shouldn't. Swallowing I reached for the pad of paper.
"Why's she writin'?" Glancing up briefly I noticed a tall slender dark skinned man, a blue visor like pare of shades hid his eyes from sight. Dread locks were pulled back into a pony tail of sorts, his clothing though did not look military, it looked more like he was trying to be gangster.
I got lost. I began calmly, the dull scratching of pen on paper filled the silence as they awaited what I had to say. I winced internally knowing I was lying, something my father would have severely punished me for, but I didn't want anyone in on my business. If they got involved, things would only get worse for me in the long run.
I was injured trying to find my way home. As for Blue's question, my name is Autumn.
Placing the pen down I held out the sheet to Ryan. He took it and glanced it over before holding it out to a man with raven black hair. His hair was so dark that it shimmered blue; his body was tall, slender, and regal. He was the only one that actually looked military out of all of them, except for the seriously pumped brute at his side. He was huge! Built like a tank with charcoal black hair and tanned skin that stretched over abs and biceps; hell, even his muscles had muscles!
"Well Autumn, I would prefer to do a check up of you myself. I do not approve of these hu-civilian doctors' work." I noticed his slip up. A frown pulled at my lips, but I tossed it aside. Everyone stutters. I nodded my consent warily, I was just hoping he didn't ask too many questions, I didn't need to deal with nosy authorities as of right now. As the man came to my side he gently picked up my arms and looked over the bruises silently, his fingers tracing the injuries with narrowed eyes. I swallowed feeling more nervous by the second. He silently lifted my shirt to just beneath my breasts to see my ribcage, just seeing the yellow, green, and purple bruises made me nauseous. I could remember exactly how I got each bruise. I jumped at the feeling of cool fingers tracing the damage, running over my too-thin ribcage. I could feel his fingers trace every single rib bone seeing as they stuck out. After a few moments he set my shirt back down and backed off, a troubled look on his face.
"You are healing remarkably well, considering the amount of damage you have sustained." You're telling me.
"Although I suggest you take it easy for awhile. Your guardian shall be here within the hour." With that he turned away and walked from the room, the others fallowing him. My blood turned to ice in my veins, my heart clenched tightly and felt as if it stopped. I couldn't think, nor could I breath. They found him... they contacted him... oh God... I'm gonna die.
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I clenched my eyes shut in fear as I sat in the idling car. My father sat beside me, his jaw clenched and fingers tight on the wheel. His knuckles white with the force of power being pressed upon the leather. Adrenaline was rushing through me, but I knew I would never make it; so I sat still in the silence of the car quivering at the knowledge of my coming demise. The ride was silent, but that changed once we pulled up to the scraggly house we called home. My father got out of the car and slammed the door, he ripped open my door and grabbed my arm painfully. Jerking me out, he pushed me toward the door.
"Go!" He snarled. Ducking my head submissively I stumbled feeling almost numb, but the fear still slashed through the blissful void. As I stumbled through the door, pain whipped across my back. A silent cry left my open lips as searing pain echoed down my pack in crippling waves. Collapsing to the ground I looked up to see my father with a whip. How the hell did he get a bull whip!? I thought with strangled alarm. That whip came up above his head as he kicked the door closed. My whole body convulsed as the whip lashed across my face, the leather bringing burning fire across my chest. Rolling over I tried to crawl away from the insane man behind me. Slick red liquid dripped into my eyes, coated my hands, burning fire lashing across my entire body. Hungry for my demise and yet it wouldn't take me.
"Thought you could get away you little whore!" The leather whip, slick with my blood by now, lashed down my back. A silent scream left my lips as my back arched in agony. I tried to clamp my mouth shut against the pain, but not a moment later I convulsed yet again from a lash and bit my tongue. My canine teeth pierced the soft flesh of my tongue, blood rushing into my mouth. A hand gripped a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back; a piece of leather was winding around my throat. It was tight and suffocating, but sadly it wasn't tight enough to kill me. My hands scrabbled with the leather as soon as the hand released my hair.
A collar was tied around my neck. Tears well up in my eyes from humiliation. Those hands were suddenly back in my hair and dragging me up the stairs, chains clamped on my wrists and ankles weighing down my limbs. This room was devoid of a mattress, clothing, bathroom, or anything else a civilized human needed to live domestically, the only thing in here was a long metal pole bolted to the floor and ceiling. I stared up at the man with my good eye, my right one swollen and covered in the blood from the wound of the first whip lash. His foot suddenly collided with my side, my ribs cracking and snapping loudly like a gun shot. Blood poured from my mouth as I vomited from the agony.
"Don't look at me!" He screamed loudly, my eardrums reverberating with the sound. A sob made its way up my chest, pulling at my newly re-broken ribs. Hot tears dripped down my cheeks as cool metal from a blade suddenly pressed against my side, cutting through my baggy white shirt. My black tights followed suit. I was left clothed in only a bra and my underwear, shivering in fear and pain as the man grabbed my wrists and tied them to the pole with the chains clasped to my slender arms. I sat there on my knees, heart beating as quickly as a rabbit's in the face of a predator.
"You think you could get away? You think you can run from me?" I shook my head negatively, with dread coiling in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly leather slashed across my already raw back. I arched in agony, my mouth open in a silent scream, blood trailing down my spine lazily as every slash pulsed with the beat of my heart.
"Answer me!" He roared. But I couldn't and he knew that.
"You're a whore just like your mother! I'll show you!" Cold dread spilled into me again, as I heard the whip clatter against the floor. A belt buckle clinking, my panties were ripped off as something pressed near my entrance. I squirmed in terror trying to get away. This man had stolen everything from me. Not my innocence! No! Pain shot through me as he sheathed himself inside me, a silent cry left my lips as agonizing pain swept through me. He pumped his hips against me hissing things in my ear that I dare not repeat. The whole time he pinned me to the pole I wept, hot tears of shame, humiliation, anger, and fear. The tears coursed down my face in heavy rivers. Finally his hips jerked against mine one last time and he pulled away, leaving me there leaning against the pole. He left the room, slamming the door shut angrily.
I felt dirty, like an animal. I had been violated, and it wasn't something I was going to forget any time soon.
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When I came to, I could hear loud groaning and panting from my father's room, laughter down stairs telling me he had his 'friends' over. No doubt there would be drugs, alcohol, and sex. I willed a whimper to escape my lips, but nothing came. Tears sprung in my eyes, but I blinked them away. Crying wouldn't help me, no one would, I would have to figure this out. I had to get away.
Yet a cruel inner voice whispered in my ears, telling me what logic dictated to be true. I just didn't want to believe it. 'Where will you go, who will take you in? You are useless! You can't get away! You're too weak!' I knew it to be true, I just didn't want to face it... not yet. Not yet.
I rested my head against the pole, wishing for a bath to wash away the dirtiness I felt. No amount of water could wash away my sins; they are ingrained; too deep to ever cleanse. My heart beat in my ears, my pulse quick. I felt the need again. I shifted my wrists, the metal cut deep, drawing lines of pain and blood.
...Gently now.
….Not too fast.
I gently rubbed my wrists against the pole, the metal cutting deeper, slicing through the skin of my flesh. Blood dripped from my wrists and to the floor, I was in bliss. The pain always helped... even if only for a short time. The coolness of the pole brought me back from my pain induced high. I was alone in this room, bare to the world without even my torn bra and undies. Sleazy men were down stairs, my father was no doubt going to come back to further my 'punishment'. I was all alone in pain. This time I knew he wouldn't just kill me. He was going to make sure I suffered, make sure I died agonizingly slowly in misery and humiliation.
Looking up at the ceiling I grew angry. Why was this happening, why? What did I ever do to deserve this! My father's words echoed through my mind making me flinch. My heart ached a little more; the chains cut a little deeper in response, but this time the blood and pain didn't take it away. 'You were born.' his words echoed like a bat's sonar. They wouldn't go away, they haunted me. Tilting my head down, I rested my forehead against the pole. Desolation settled in my heart.
My thoughts turned to Blue. The man who had saved my life... only to send me back to hell. I couldn't blame him though; he didn't know what he was sending me back to. A part of me called out to him, wailed his name. I didn't know who he was, but somehow I knew he and his companions could save me. Only problem? I was all alone and they had no way of knowing what was going on. Tears blurred my vision as my shoulders shook. The thick salty tears dripped down my cheeks; dropped on my parted lips, my nose, and chin. They mixed with the blood, turning red. My fists clenched at the sound of foot steps coming up the stairs, several men talking and laughing loudly. I pulled and tugged at the chains, only succeeding in ripping into my own flesh. Blood dripped to the floor, but I didn't care. I would rather die then become a common whore. A brood mare. The door burst open and as the men came closer I screamed internally.
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My eyes opening slowly, my right one swollen and useless. Bruises littered my body, pain pulsing all over my body. My womanhood sore from the major violation it had undertaken. A noise down stairs had me slamming back against the pole and covering my head. Terror coursed through me more intense than I could have imagined it ever being. I slowly shifted, but agony had me writhing on the floor. I pictured Blue's face. I knew he could help me! But then the image twisted into a look of disgust. My heart wrenched in incredible pain. I wasn't sure why, but the idea of that man looking at me like that had my heart ripping in two.
Looking up at the ceiling I wished for a quick demise, but I knew it wouldn't happen. Fate was cruel like that, she hated me. She loved punishing me. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my shaky hands around the pole and brought my knees up to my chest. Huddling against the cold metal I shivered feeling pathetic.
Opening my eyes I looked out the dusty and cracked window of the attic I saw a gray sports car slow down and slowly drive past. It looked like someone was looking for something. I could have sworn that I saw a flash of familiar gray blue hair in the vehicle, but pushed it out of my mind. Even if that was Blue he wouldn't want to be near me, not with how dirty I am now. Pain flared in my chest, the need cresting through me. I rubbed my raw wrists violently against the pole, the chains ripping and tearing into my flesh, but the heartache remained.