"Here? You saw him here?"
What the fuck?
"Yeah. I'm not sure where he is but I think I saw Carly go upstairs a few minutes ago."
"Thanks."
I turned away and weaved my way through the crowd and headed upstairs, determined to find Carly. I was dying to know what Alex said to her. I reached the top of the stairs and saw Alex and Carly talking. Standing close together. Really close. I was about to call out to them when I saw them disappear into a room together.
Oh. Hell. No.
This could not be what it looked like. Carly had been my best friend since forever, and Alex was my boyfriend. There was no way that either of them would do this to me. Maybe they were just going in there to talk, but I had to know for sure. I waited for about 5 minutes. If they were going to do anything, that would give me enough time to catch them in the act.
My heart was pounding. I walked up to the door and turned the knob. Fuck. It was locked. Well, fuck it. I pounded on the door loudly until it opened.
"What the fuck? Someone's fucking in here...oh shit." A shirtless Alex stood staring at me with bloodshot eyes. I pushed past him just in time to see Carly scramble under the covers.
I literally felt my heart break in half.
Carly gasped. "Oh my God Jay, I'm so sorry. I don't know how this happened."
I couldn't talk. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My eyes filled with tears and I ran down the stairs. I pushed my way through people and bolted out the front door. I knew people were staring at me but I didn't care. I ran blindly down the street. I had to get away from here as fast as I could. I was so blinded by my tears that I didn't see the crater in the middle of the sidewalk. I tripped and went flying. I landed hard on the sidewalk and laid there, sobbing uncontrollably. My best friend and my boyfriend. How could I face either of them again? How could I ever go back to school?
I heard a car coming down the street. I quickly stood up and tried to get myself together. The car slowed next to me.
"Jadia?"
I blinked away my tears and squinted at the driver. Mr. Hayes was looking at me, concerned.
I sniffed and cleared my throat. "Hi, Mr. Hayes."
Mr. Hayes quickly got out of his car and came to me. I tried not to look at him, but he gently lifted my chin to face him.
"Come on," he said. "You're not in any kind of condition to be walking around in the middle of the night."
I let him help me into his car. He didn't start driving right away. He angrily stared straight ahead and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Who did this to you?"
I sniffed and shook my head. "I just tripped. Nobody hurt me. Not physically at least." The thought of what I had seen earlier flashed in my head and I started crying again. "Oh jeez, Jadia. Come here." Mr. Hayes held me while I cried. Once I was able to get ahold of myself I pulled away.
"I'm sorry," I said, wiping my eyes. "I'm sorry I held you up. I'm ok to go home now."
"Jadia, if your parents are anything like mine were, you're not ok to go home. I was just on my way home anyway. Why don't you come with me and have a cup of tea and get cleaned up? Then I'll drive you home."
He did have a point. If I went home in this condition my mom would ask me a million questions, and I just couldn't face her yet. "Ok. Thanks, Mr. Hayes."
"You can call me David when we're not in school."
I couldn't help but notice how normal David looked when he wasn't in his work clothes. He looked like a GQ model at school. He was in jeans and a plain white t shirt. I wondered how old he was. He didn't look that much older than me. I bet he just graduated college. About 15 minutes later he turned onto a dead end street and pulled in front of a large, beautiful house.
"This is where you live?" I asked. I was expecting an apartment, or at best a condo. He chuckled. "Yeah, this is where I live. To be fair, it was my parents' house. I got it when they died."
"Oh, I'm sorry." I said.
"Come on inside. Let's get you cleaned up," he said, changing the subject.
He opened the front door and I almost laughed. This was definitely a bachelor pad. A box of pop tarts, a toaster and a microwave sat on the otherwise appliance free counter. I'd bet that if I opened the freezer, there would be about 30 TV dinners. He showed me to the bathroom. I almost gasped when I looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and bloodshot from crying. My hair was a tangled mess and my jeans had a hole in the knee where I had fallen on the sidewalk.
I washed my face and ran my fingers through my hair. Once I looked a little better I came out and found him sitting at the kitchen table with two cups of tea. "Here you go," he said. handing me a cup.
"Thanks."
"So are you going to tell me what happened?"
I looked down. The last thing I wanted to do was relive tonight. Especially with a teacher. I decided to give him the short version. "Alex cheated on me."
He nodded as if that's what he expected me to say. "Well, maybe it's for the best."
I glared at him. "The best? How is this the best? I'm pretty sure it can't get much worse than this." He pulled his chair closer to me as I sipped my tea. "Because you're too good for him. You haven't even been together that long and he's cheating on you already. At least you found out what kind of person he is before you got too involved. A girl like you doesn't need a boy like that. You need somebody more mature." He put his hand on my thigh. Alarm bells went off in my head. "Mr. Hayes..."
"Shh," he said, putting his finger to my lips. "Call me David."
I jumped up. "I think I'm ready to go now. I feel a lot better. It's almost my curfew and my parents are going to wonder where I am." He sat still, staring at me.
"David," I slurred. "Take me home." Something was wrong.
I tried to open the door but it was locked. My vision blurred. The last thing I remember was the empty look in Mr. Hayes's eyes before everything went black.
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I woke up in a haze. Nothing looked familiar. I tried to remember where I was but I couldn't think clearly. I tried to move, but my arms wouldn't respond. I looked to my left and screamed. David woke up with a start.
"Shh, it's ok. Stop screaming."
I started to hyperventilate. Why couldn't I move my arms? David rolled over on top of me. "You have to calm down. You're going to make yourself sick." I started thrashing.
"Get off me. Get the fuck off me!" I screamed. He put his hand over my mouth. I tried to slap him. That's when I realized that my hands were tied above my head. I looked down and saw that I was in my bra and panties and David was in his boxers.
Oh God.
"You need to calm down," he repeated, taking his hand from my mouth. "I'm not going to hurt you."
I took a deep breath. "Why are you doing this? Just let me go. I promise I won't say anything to anyone."
He looked at me quizzically. "Let you go? Why would I do that? I've been waiting for this day since the moment I laid eyes on you. You're perfect, Jadia. You're going to be so happy here." He started kissing me. I tried to move my head but he held it in place. "Stop resisting."
Tears ran down my cheeks. "You said you wouldn't hurt me."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to make you feel good." He reached his hand down into my panties. I tried to squirm away. "David, please. I've never done this before."
He glanced up at me and smiled. "You mean you're a virgin?"
"Yes. So please just let me go. I won't say anything."
He ignored me and shoved his finger inside of me. I screamed.
"Mmm, so tight," he muttered. He pulled his finger out of me and licked it. "So sweet too. Just like I knew you'd be."
The alcohol mixed with whatever he had drugged me with churned in my stomach. I willed myself not to throw up. "Let me go," I sobbed. "I promise I won't tell anyone."
He shook his head. "You know I can't do that."
"Let me go!" I screamed, thrashing furiously. "Fuck y
ou!" I brought up my knees and kicked him hard in the chest. He grunted and fell backwards off the bed. I pulled desperately at the rope that tired my hands to the metal bed post. He quickly got back up and stalked over to the side of the bed. "You ungrateful bitch!" He screamed, slapping me hard in the face. I stopped struggling and sobbed quietly. Mr. Hayes stared down at me, expressionless. I almost wished he was angry again. The empty look on his eyes was chilling.
Finally he sighed. "Look Jadia, I don't want to hurt you. I love you. But you can't disrespect me in my own house. You're mine now. This will be a lot easier on both of us if you just do as you're told."
You're mine now.
With those three words, all my hope of him letting me go disappeared. He was never going to let me go.
He kissed my forehead. "I know you had a bad night. Just try to get some sleep and we'll talk in the morning. Goodnight, princess." Hearing this monster use my dad's nickname for me brought on a fresh wave of tears. I struggled with the ropes until my wrists were raw. Realizing that my efforts were useless, I cried myself into a fitful sleep.
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I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. Last night came rushing back to me and I gasped, trying to sit up.
Oh, yeah. The ropes.
I looked next to me and Mr. Hayes was gone. I thought he had gone to school, which would give me some time to figure out my escape. With a sinking feeling I realized it was Saturday. I looked around the room. There was practically no furniture in here. There was one small window that had bars on it. It looked like a window in a prison. My eyes filled with tears. This was my prison. Just then the bedroom door opened and David strolled in carrying a tray.
"Good morning, princess. Are you hungry?" I just stared at him. I wanted to scream at him to stop calling me princess, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. Getting him angry wouldn't help me at all. "Well, I made breakfast." He continued. "Eggs, bacon, toast and orange juice." He set the tray down on his dresser and walked over to me. I cringed away from him. "I'm going to unite you now. You have to promise not to try anything. If you do, I'll be forced to keep you tied up all the time. I really don't want to do that. I want you to be happy here. Ok?" I nodded. A surge of hope flowed through me. If I was untied I was sure to find a way out of here. David untied the ropes and immediately I brought my arms down. "Fuck!" I screamed. It felt like my arms were being ripped out of their sockets. David chucked. "I'm sorry, princess. I should have warned you. Your muscles are used to being in that position. Here, let me help you." He gently brought my arms down and massaged my shoulders and upper arms. As much as I didn't want him touching me, the relief my muscles felt was worth having to endure his touch. "Better?" He asked. I nodded. "A little."
I sat up and he brought the tray over to me. "Here. Eat up." A plastic fork. I had been hoping to have something I could use as a weapon. I started at the food in front of me and my stomach churned. David glared at me. "I said eat."
"I don't feel good," I whispered, pushing the food away.
"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you drink," he snapped. "Eat the god damn food."
I picked up a piece of toast and nibbled on it. I really wanted the orange juice but I was afraid of what he might have put in it. Fuck it, I thought. Maybe I was better off drugged anyway. I had no idea what he was going to do with me. I sipped at the orange juice and felt immediately better. After a few minutes I still felt fine so I gulped the rest of it down. David watched me as I ate. Once I finished he took the tray away. He clapped his hands together. "So I was thinking," he started. "How would you like a shower?" I nodded. "Great! I bought you some things this morning. I wasn't sure exactly what you liked."
"This morning? What time is it?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Around noon."
Noon? The drugs he gave me last night must have been stronger that I realized. He helped me up and guided me to the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom. The bathroom was small but tidy. I saw with a sinking feeling that there was no window.
"There's soap and shampoo in the shower. I bought you a few essentials. Make a list of what you want and I'll pick them up." He closed the door behind me. Resigned, I started the water. I briefly considered refusing to shower so he didn't want to touch me, but decided against it. It was easier to play along with his sick game until I found an escape. While I showered, I thought about my parents. There was no doubt that by now they had realized that I was missing. I remembered how I had hysterically run out of Marcus's house last night after finding Carly and Alex in bed together. My heart sank as I realized that everyone would probably assume that I had run away or was hiding out somewhere. A loud knock jolted me out of my thoughts.
"Are you ok in there?" David yelled.
"Fuck you," I muttered under my breath. "I'm fine! Almost done!" I shouted back. I quickly finished up and wrapped myself in the towel that he had left for me. I looked around and realized that I had no clothes.
I stalked of the bathroom. David was sitting on the bed. "Where are my clothes?" I demanded. He pointed to the dresser. "In there." I opened the dresser and burst out laughing. "You're kidding, right? I am not wearing that." The drawer was filled with the trashiest, skimpiest "outfits" that I had ever seen. I pulled out a black lacy thing meant to be an entire outfit that was less material than the underwear that I normally wore. I opened the other drawers. There were no clothes at all. Only lingerie. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "David," I said calmly, "Where are my clothes from last night?"
"I threw them out."
"Why did you do that?" My eyes filled with tears.
"Because they were ruined. You fell in a drunken stupor, remember? These are better anyway."
"But they're not clothes. I'm just supposed to hang out in underwear all day?"
David stood up suddenly and stomped over to me. I backed away into the dresser. He grabbed my towel and yanked it off me. "David!" I screamed, immediately grabbing handfuls of skimpy underwear from the drawer and trying to cover myself with them. He cornered me and I looked down, too ashamed to meet his gaze. "It's this or nothing. Your choice." He smirked at me and stormed out of the room, locking the deadbolt behind him. I sank to the floor and cried.
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Once I pulled myself together, I put on one of the outfits. Better this than naked. This one was white, a loose feather trimmed sheer top with a slit going up the front that rendered it pretty useless. It had a matching white thong. All of the bras he had gotten me were at least a full size too small. My breasts popped out of the top. I searched through the other underwear, but they were also all thongs. Great. Once I dressed, I started looking for a way out while David wasn't watching me. All that was in here besides the bed was the dresser full of lingerie and an empty night stand. I went to the window and pulled at the bars. Nothing. Even if I could somehow break the glass to scream for help, I doubted anyone would hear me. David lived on a dead and street and I couldn't remember how far away the neighbors lived. Figuring it was worth a try, I looked around for something to stick between the bars in the window. Nothing. The bastard had thought of everything. I laid on the bed, wondering how I was going to get out of here.
I must have fallen asleep, because I opened my eyes and saw David laying next to me, staring at me. "Ah!" I shrieked, jumping up. "What are you doing?"
"Watching you sleep."
"Well don't fucking do that. It's creepy."
He ignored my comment. "You look beautiful." I remembered my skanky feather outfit and scrambled under the covers while David laughed at me. "You don't need to be shy around me. You're perfect." He slowly pulled the covers back. I let him. He was much stronger than me and if I resisted he would get them off anyway. I looked away as I felt his eyes roam my body. He reached under my top and grabbed my breasts over my bra. I shut my eyes and tried to think about anything but what was happening to me.
"Good girl. Isn't this better when you'r
e not fighting me? This can be fun for both of us."
I thought about Alex. What was he doing right now? Probably Carly. I wondered if either of them knew that something was wrong. Carly had known me too long to think that I would ever run away. But she also must have known how hurt and betrayed I felt. I prayed somebody was looking for me.
David moved his hand down and slowly started rubbing me over my panties.
I thought about the time in 9th grade that Dan Harris asked me out and immediately burst out laughing. For a second I thought that he really liked me. I had gone home and cried for hours. Not only was I undateable, but apparently the mere thought of dating me was a joke.
David started kissing my neck. "I love you, princess."
My eyes snapped open and I pushed him off of me. "Don't fucking call me that!" I screamed.
"Why? Is that what your loser boyfriend calls you? Well fuck him. He's gone now. And you're mine. Princess." He sneered at me.
"No," I snapped back, "It's what my dad calls me. So you can see why I don't like to be called princess while you're molesting me."
"Well forget about him too. It's just you and me now. You don't need any of them anymore."
My heart skipped a beat. "Are you telling me that I'm never going to see my parents again?"
David looked thoughtful for a second. "Maybe after the wedding. Before we leave. If you really still want to see them maybe we can. But I don't see why you'd want to. You have me now."
My mind was reeling.
"Wedding? Whose wedding?"
He looked at me as if I were stupid. "Our wedding. Duh."
I jumped up. "Our wedding? I'm not fucking marrying you! Are you crazy?!" I ran to the door. "Let me out!" I screamed, yanking furiously on the knob. "Let me the fuck out you crazy asshole!" In a second he was behind me. He grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back. He dragged me back to the bed and slammed my face down. He bent over and talked softly in my ear. "Don't fucking call me crazy. And don't call me an asshole. Princess."
"Fuck you," I sobbed.
He turned me over and climbed on top of me, pinning my hands to the bed with his knees. "So, you like having a dirty mouth, huh? I'll give you a fucking dirty mouth."
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