I woke up with a hammering in my head making me wince in pain. As I opened my eyes I was blinded by a bright light surrounding me forcing my eyes to squeeze shut. I blinked my eyes a few times as my vision started to adjust before freezing. It was then that I figured out that this wasn’t my room. Panic started to whisper through me and I felt my heart start to pick up. Just then I heard a rapid beeping noise as I felt myself start to hyperventilate. I looked to my right to see a heart rate monitor. I trailed my eyes to the IV traveling from my arm to the machine in astonishment. Had Peter brought me to a hospital? I looked around trying to take in my surroundings but the only thing I saw other than the heart rate monitor, were two chairs, a desk, and two doors. Obviously one of the doors led to the outside while the other was most likely a closet door. This couldn’t be a hospital. It looked like someone’s room. Slowly I sat up from the bed trying to be as careful as possible in response to the cuts and bruises littered all over my body. I hesitantly stretched my arms and legs out wincing at the remaining pain. Slowly I pushed myself up and tried to stand. Before I could even take a step, my head felt light and I had to sit back down. After a few seconds had gone by I tried again to stand. This time, when nothing happened, I took a few cautious steps towards the door. I stopped in front of the door and leaned my ear against it. I waited a few seconds trying to hear if someone was out there. When I didn’t hear anything I tried the door knob. I was surprised when it actually opened. Peter would never leave me in a room by myself unless the door was locked. Especially, not somewhere new. He always thought that there was a chance I would try and leave. Not like I ever had anywhere I could go anyway. I shook my head to clear my thoughts before peaking outside. When I didn’t see anyone I hesitantly walked out, softly walking towards what looked like a set of stairs. As I slowly descended them I heard what sounded like shouting the closer I came to the bottom. As I stepped onto the last step I loud creaking came from it. I froze in response and waited with bated breath for someone to come charging. All that met my ears was silence, but I knew from experience that silence wasn’t a good thing all the time. As if my thoughts brought forth misfortune I heard heavy footsteps coming my way. I felt like I was in a horror story and I was the stupid blonde chick who thought the best thing to do was to run upstairs. And that is exactly what I did. I bolted up the stairs no longer caring if I made noise or not. I turned the corner and ran straight towards the room I’d just come from. As I turned around to shut the door I saw two guys bounding up the stairs and running towards me. I quickly slammed the door closed before looking around for something to block the door. I took one of the chairs that I’d seen earlier and jammed it under the doorknob just as whoever was chasing me started to rattle it. I stumbled away from it and collapsed onto the bed. It wasn’t until then that I felt the pain. Slowly I sat up only to see a deep raid stain on my shirt forming over my stomach. I grimaced at the sight of blood before getting back up. I lifted up my shirt to see a long slash from what looked like a knife across my abdomen. I looked around for something to stanch the bleeding. When I couldn’t find a towel or gauze of some sort I just decided to take one of the pillow cases off the pillows and use that as a bandage. As I gently tied the cloth around my stomach, I realized the rattling of the doorknob had stopped. I turned around and eyed the door in curiosity. I walked up and pressed my ear against the door again. On the other side of the door there was indistinctive murmuring that I couldn’t understand. I heard what sounded like one of them groaning in annoyance. A sound I had come to learn considering I made that sound any time my friends asked me when I was going to get a boyfriend. At the thought of my friends I came to a realization that I may never be able to see them again. I felt tears start to sting my eyes as depression seemed to almost overwhelm me.
“We’re not going to hurt you.”
I jumped slightly when I heard one of them start to talk. Instead of answering I slowly lowered myself to the floor wincing all the way down.
“Look, after the running you just did I’m more than positive at least one of the many cuts on you have has opened back up.”
Again I stayed quiet, but this time it was more due to the pain than anything.
“I know how much pain you’re in and all I’m trying to do is help you.”
After that nothing else was said. I glanced down at the pillowcase to see it was already soaked in blood. I sighed in exasperation. What could they do that my father hadn’t already done to me, I thought to myself. With a new resolved a scooted over and pulled the chair away from the door.
“It’s open,” I said my voice defeated even to my own ears.
The door opened and one of the guys walked in. Before I hadn't had time to get a good look of them considering I thought I'd been kidnapped or something. Now, though, I could truly see how good-looking this guy was. His hair was in a sort of faux-hawk kind of way that one usually sees and T.V. He had brown hair and eyes that reminded me of chocolate. I could tell from his appearance that he was Hispanic. He had on a pair of jeans, converse, and a shirt that said 'kill me please'. The guy next to him, I could only describe as The Hulk. The guy was huge. He looked like he could blow me away if he just sneezed next to me. He was wearing similar clothes to his friend except he had a shaved, military style haircut and a plain red shirt on.
When he saw my me his eyes widened in surprise. I guess he wasn't expecting me to be bleeding.
"Crap," He swore. He turned to the bigger guy as he pulled something out from his pocket. "Go get the doctor and tell her she's bleeding again."
I watched as he fumbled with whatever was in his pocket before bringing it in front of my face. I had to back away a little to fully see it. It looked like a vial of some sort. A green liquid was inside and I could swear it glowed when it caught the light. I glanced up at him in confusion.
"It's a sort of morphine," He said answering my unasked question. "It'll help with the pain."
He offered it to me again but still I didn't take it. I couldn't help but recall a time when my father tried to poison me. I was sick for weeks. I could barely move or speak and still he made me cook, and clean, and go to school. It was one of the worst things he'd done to me. There was no way I was going to take something that was given to me by a total stranger. I didn't even know his name.
"Jason," He said. "My name is Jason. And the other guy's name is Eric. That's what you wanted to know, right?"
I nodded my head in confusion. How could he possibly have known that. This time when he offered me the vial I slowly reached my hand out and took it. I brought it to my lips while watching him for any sign that he was trying to trick me. When I found none I quickly gulped down the liquid wincing at the sting it left. I watched as he seemed to slump forward in relief. Was there a chance he'd been worried about me.But that wasn't possible, he didn't even know me.
I gently pushed myself up and was astonished when I felt no pain. I looked over at Jason to see him standing by the door with a woman. She looked really young, maybe around twenty to twenty-five. She looked just as tall as Jason, but that could be because of the, what looked like, three-inch heels she had on. She had blonde hair that was tied up into a tight bun. Her eyes looked like they were green but when they turned toward the window they looked like a yellow. They were probably contacts. She was wearing a dress that looked like something you would see at a dinner party of some kind. It was obvious she was just about to leave before the Eric guy went to get her.
"Okay, Okay," She said, I guess finally agreeing to whatever they wanted her to do. "Well help her back to the bed. I swear, you two don't have a proper bone in your body."
Instantly, both boys came over and grabbed one of my arms. They hauled me up before carrying me gently onto the bed. The doctor, I presume, came over to me and lifted up my shirt.
"Nice use of the pillowcase," She said and from her voice I could tell she wasn't mocking me. She was genuinely impressed.
After unwrapping the pillowcase she went over to the desk on the other side of me, opened a drawer, and pulled out an emergency aid kit. I mentally hit myself on the head at myself. Through all me panicking I hadn't even thought to look in the desk.
The doctor, whose name I had yet to learn, cleaned up the blood around the wound with rubbing alcohol before wrapping my abdomen in gauze.
"There, all done," She said taking off the gloves she'd put on earlier. "So, princess, mind telling me your name, because I'm more than positive these two haven't asked you."
She looked at me waiting on a answer that I was hesitant to give. I looked over at Jason to see him already looking at me. He gave me a subtle nod letting me know it was alright to tell her. For some reason, I really trusted him, he seemed almost familiar to me. I turned back to the doctor to see her glancing between the two of us with a secretive smile.
"Arabella," I murmured. "Arabella Bianchi."
"Well, Arabella," She clapped her hands together making me jump slightly. "I'm Sarah. It is so nice to meet you. Now, how 'bout we get some food in you. You must be starving."
It wasn't until she said something did I realize how hungry I was. I nodded my head before I started to push myself up and out of the bed.
"No," All of them shouted at was making me flinch back.
"Sorry, love, but it's best that you stay right here," Sarah said sporting an English accent that I hadn't heard earlier. "We don't want you to open anymore of those wounds. I'll get one of the boys to cook you something and bring up to you. Sort of like a breakfast in bed, with lunch."
She must have saw the surprised expression on my face when she said one of the guys would cook because she started to laugh.
"Don't look so surprised," She said. "Considering the fact that these two have had to survive on there on for a few months I would hope they would at least know how to make a sandwich."
We both looked over at the guys to see them both puffing their chests. They looked so proud of themselves that I couldn't help but smile. I looked back at Sarah to see her shaking her head.
"I could cook," I said sheepishly.
"Oh no," The doctor said. "You are not to leave this bed. You've been through a lot these past few days. Now is the time for you to relax."
I nodded my head and smiled at her before she turned and gestured for the guys to leave. As she , herself, turned to go something she said struck me.
"Wait," I called after her.
When she turned around I voiced my concerns.
"What did you mean by the 'past few days'?"
I look passed over her face that I could only describe as pity before she answered.
"You've been in a coma for the last three days."
The breath felt like it was knocked out of me. How could that be, I thought to myself. It felt like I'd only been asleep a few hours if that. How could three days have gone by that fast without me noticing.
I looked up to ask Sarah this but she was already gone and the door was closed.
Slowly I laid down and tried to catch my breath and to stop the panic-y feeling that was starting to take over my mind. I couldn't go crazy now. Not after everything I've been through. At least not yet.
After a few minutes I heard the door open as someone came in. By the light footsteps I could tell it wasn't Eric, but I could also tell that it wasn't Sarah considering I could hear her voice all the way downstairs.
"Are you alright," Jason asked.
I opened my eyes to see him standing there with a tray in his hands. On the tray was a sandwich, a glass of orange juice, and a cookie. I smiled, when I saw the shapes he'd cut out. They were in the shape of a dinosaur.
"Um, what's with the dinosaurs," I said looking pointedly at the plate.
When I looked back at him I saw that his face had gone a vibrant color red.
"It was Eric's idea," He muttered before thrusting the tray in front of my face.
He nodded his head in response, but instead of leaving he just stood there a conflicted look on his face. He looked as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how.
"You can say whatever you want," I said after taking a bite of the sandwich. "Everyone has questions. It's always better that I set them straight before their imagination starts to run wild."
"How are you alive," He finally asked, anger in his voice.
"What do you mean?"
"You were beaten and cut up probably everyday of your last, am I right?"
I nodded my head, "Since I was eight years old."
"And yet you stayed there," The accusatory tone in his voice made me tense with anger. "You let him-
"Don't even think of finishing that sentence," I snapped. "Don't ever think I didn't fight him everyday. Don't-
"Then how come you were still there," He said his voice had raised a lot. "Hm. How come the second he left you didn't just instantly pack up and leave. Why not just run away."
"Maybe because I had nowhere else to go," I shouted back. "None of my friends knew about what Peter did to me. I had no family I could just call up and say 'Hey come and get me'. I was utterly alone. I had no one. Even if I left I had no money to survive. I would've been dead in at least a month, if that. And even I found a job I would probably end up being a stripper or some hooker. So I stayed. I am so sorry that it upsets you, but trying living my life. Try waking up every morning and being afraid that your step-father may be in a bad mood. Try coming home only to be told I need to clean this and wash this all before having to cook a meal that he'll probably hate. Don't ever say I didn't fight because everyday I fought hard to try and not finally take all of those pills and just go away. For it to finally be over. You have no idea what I've gone through. No one does."
By the end of my little tirade I was standing in front of Jason sobbing. The feelings that I had been trying so hard to keep inside had finally erupted out of me and I had no idea how to stop it. All I felt was pain and sorrow and despair.
"I'm sorry," I heard him whisper before I felt arms wrap around me. "I'm so sorry."
He repeated that over and over while I continued to cry in his arms, something I'd never had the chance to experience.