Out of Bounds

Zoey is starting university in New York with her best friends Lilly and Autumn. They all got scholarships to Juilliard. They have been best friends since grade school. Lilly and Autumn both have had boyfriends since grade 11 and Zoey is still single. Will she find true love in college? Or will she suffer from heartbreak?


8. Chapter 8

Zoey's P.O.V.

I'm 9 years old laying on the hard wood floor looking up at my father asleep in his lazy boy. I sit up and examine my surroundings. I'm in my house, my wrists are tied to a chain my dad has in his strong grip. I wipe the back of my hand across my cheeks wiping away fresh tears that have just started falling down my face. I try to escape and pull my wrist out of the chains but I just end up waking up my dad. "What the fuck you think you're doing, you little bitch?" He yells standing up and pulling on the chains, I cry out in pain and try to pull away but I'm too weak. He slaps me hard across the cheek it stings but I will not cry in front of him. He drags me closer and closer to him until I can smell the brandy and cigarette smoke on his breath I turn my face, fighting back tears. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to escape?! When will you ever listen to me!?" He yells in my face and slaps me hard against my cheek again. He throws me to my corner on the hard wood floor and ties the chains to something then stumbles off to his bedroom. I cry myself to sleep rubbing my cheek. This is normally how my nights go. My father gets drunk and beats me then goes to sleep as I just lay here on the hard floor, starving and crying myself to sleep. I usually dream of my mom. My mom died when I was 6 from cancer. She was my everything. She fed me and kept me healthy. Took me to school everyday. Laughed with me and took me to the park. Gave me hugs and loved me. "WAKE UP YOU BITCH!" My father yells at me bringing me back to reality. I rub my eyes "Now go make me a sandwich!" He commands with a cigarette between his teeth. I just sit there to weak to move. "Now what did I tell you about disobeying me?" He asks smirking and taking a sip of his beer but I can't move I'm too tired and too weak. "Get up you fucking bitch or I will fuck you!" He shouts he has said that to me many times I try to stand up tears falling down my cheeks. I stand up but I'm hungry. Tired. Weak. And I fall back to the floor hard my head bouncing off of it. My father takes a final swig of his beer and walks up to me, claiming my body as his own.

Then the scene changes, I'm laying on a bed in a dimly lit room, deep dark brown eyes hovering over my naked body, each thrust more painful than the last. I look around his friends each have their phone out and are pointing and laughing at me. Tears streaming down my face uncontrollably, as I scream in pain not sure if anyone can hear me. When he's spent he lays on top of my heavily breathing, I try to move but I can't. His friend grabs Ryan's shoulders and rips him out of me. I scream in pain, and just when I thought it was all over, his friend shoves himself into my mouth, gagging me. I can barley breathe, as the two other friends come and join in one taking me from the front and the other from the back. And Ryan just stands there laughing and video taping it. I'm so confused and in so much pain. When they are done, they leave me alone. I lay there blood and sticky substances all around me. I just lay there and cry. Alone.

I eventually shake the nightmare, opening my eyes to see Autumn and Lilly hovering over me, both pinning me. Shit. I'm sweaty and too hot and tears are still streaming down my face. "I'm fine." I squeak, they both gather me in their arms and cry silently with me. These dreams get worse every time. The thing I hate the most about them is that they feel completely real, it's almost like I can feel everything, every person that touches me. I shake. Giving my best friends a quick squeeze then shuffling to the bathroom to take a shower. I do the same thing every time. I always take a shower after my nightmare hoping to wash it away, it never actually disappears like I imagine it does. But it's just the thought of it. I take deep breaths as I wash my hair and body. I dry myself off trying to think of other things and avoiding my nightmare. Maybe if Cam would have stayed with you, instead of leaving you ALONE you wouldn't have had the nightmare. My subconscious reminds me, sending a ping in my stomach bringing me to tears. I wipe my tears quickly away, taking deep breaths. Oh, screw it. I don't bother with make up, I put my hair into a messy bun and shrug into the sweater Cam gave me and my favourite jogging pants, then shuffle to the breakfast bar. Lilly puts bacon and French toast on my plate. She knows it's my favourite, she smiles at me then turns back to her food. I eat my food not even tasting it because if I did I'm sure I would vomit, but I don't want to worry Lilly and Autumn. I know they have their own problems too like school, homework, boyfriends, etc.

I'm so unsure of what to do. I sigh and shuffle back to my room and flop onto my bed. I'm pretty sure I have class today. Crap. I get up and walk over to my desk to check my schedule. It's Monday. I have class at 2. It's noon. Cam will be there. Thinking of this makes me smile as I head to the bathroom to get ready.

While I'm in the shower I continue to ask myself questions. Do I like Cam? He's really cute.. No he's actually really hot... No Zoey he's actually not! My hands stop massaging the shampoo through my hair as I stand there arguing with myself, clearly denying the obvious. Maybe we can just be friends? I think. Yes, just friends who sleep together. My subconscious sarcastically remarks. Lovely, she's back. I climb out of the shower wrapping the towel around me. I quickly blow-dry my hair letting it fall in my natural wavy mess down my back. I unwrap the towel from me and pull on black leggings and a light pink low-cut t-shirt. I apply light make-up then get my phone, my Mac, my purse, and my black high-tops. I glance at the clock realizing that I'm supposed to be walking like, right now. And rush out of my room struggling to put my Mac in it's carrying case and end up dropping everything else I was holding. Jesus. I look up and flush, Jake, Lilly, Autumn, and Liam are all at the door waiting for me. Damn-it. I quickly pull my shoes on and tie them up. I grab the things I dropped then nod at everyone and smile as we head out the door.

We get to class just in time. I sit down and look around for Cam. He's no where to be found. Maybe he's going to stumble in drunk again? I sit there trying to control myself as my blood starts to boil. How did he even get into Juilliard, if he doesn't even show up to class, or put no effort into his work? I take a deep breath. Closing my eyes, hoping that when I open them I will see that cute dark haired, blue eyed boy again. When I open my eyes, reality slaps me in the face.

Class was a blur. I don't know what we did. I think we practiced more lines for the play but my partner wasn't there. So I just sat there and played on my phone trying not to text Cam. But I couldn't last any longer. I messaged him a few times but just simple little texts like "Hey" "Where are you?" "Why aren't you here?" I meet up with Autumn and Lilly at the end of class and we decide to head to Starbucks. I think about my texts to Cam and wonder why he hasn't messaged me back yet. Wait, why am I worrying about Camron? I shake the thought from my head and start a conversation. "So, I texted Cam today asking where he was and why he wasn't in class, but he hasn't answered yet. Is that weird that I asked him that or do I sound like... Desperate?" I ask Lilly and Autumn. "No hunny, you don't sound desperate. You guys are partners for a play. You deserve to know why he wasn't there to practice the lines or whatever." Autumn says shaking her head. "Z, don't worry he's probably still sleeping and hungover." Lilly re-encourages me. I smile at them as we arrive at Starbucks thinking about what they both said and it makes sense, I deserve to know and he's probably hungover anyways. But why would he say he would see me Monday, if he wasn't going to show up? Maybe it was a last minute thing? Maybe he was planning it all along? He said he couldn't do this. Whatever we had I guess. He did kiss me, then leave when I didn't let it go any further. Not that we were even close to THAT actually happening. Well how would I know? Just from movies I guess? I've only been forced to have sex, it never just happened smoothly for me. I trip over my own feet, being the clumsy person that I am, I start zoning out again and again, falling hard on my butt, then to my back and then my head hits the sidewalk. Bringing me back in time to when I was a kid and my father just threw me against the floor. I scream out. But I'm not sure if anyone herd me or if it was actually audible. I can't open my eyes. I can't end the nightmare. As I re-live my life as a child, over and over again.

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