Maybe I Could Love You Again
Chapter 7: There's Is Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It
"Claire? Come on honey, wake up." I stirred a little, my head a little wobbly. "Dammit Claire, wake up!" My head shot up, but I couldn't move. This was a dream, it had to be. I was praying it was.
"Mikey?!" I called out. I heard someone let out a deep relief breath.
"Thank god you're awake." Yeah, it was definitely my brother. More importantly, why was I sat in darkness and even more importantly why couldn't I move my arms, hands or legs? That's when it hit me. A sudden wave of fear came over me. My breathing became rapid, I could feel myself begin to shake. I could feel my whole body beginning to have a breakdown. "Claire? Don't freak out. I'm right here honey!"
"Get me out, please. Just let me go!" I screamed, fighting to try and get out of the predicament I was in. A light suddenly came on. There he was, led on the floor, tied to something. I could tell he had been crying, I could sense it as well. "Where are we?"
"Take a guess." No. Not again. I couldn't do it all again. I couldn't be used as some form of sex slave. I couldn't survive another session of abuse and torture. A door creaked open. I couldn't turn to see who was coming through that door. Please let this be some sick joke that someone is playing on us. The footsteps got closer to me, I saw Mike tense up. I felt someone's hot breath just below my ear.
"Welcome to Hell baby." My whole body froze. My lip quivered with fear. I felt myself go numb. His hand trailed it's way to near my healing gun shot wound. He applied a lot of pressure onto it, sending a pain right through me. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from screaming. He released the pressure and walked over to my younger brother. I felt so useless. I wanted to help him but damn these things were too tight to get out of. He leant down in front of my brother. "I hear you still have nightmares Mikey..."
"Fuck you." I heard him say. I heard a loud crack and a whimper. A tear slipped out as I witnessed this.
"I have someone for you Fuentes, a friend of sorts." He stood back up. Two other people walked in, untying my brother and dragging him off somewhere. He had admitted defeat already, he was going to allow them to hurt him again.
"Don't drag him into this, please I'm begging you." By now I was full on crying. So much for staying strong eh? He set something up, it looked like a camera of some sort. "See you soon sweetheart." he laughed as he left. A red light appeared on the camera. Was he filming me? What was I suppose to do? I looked around as much as I could, wriggling my arms and legs to try and break free. He soon returned, walking out of view with the camera. I watched him carefully as he stood. His eyes never leaving mine. He mouthed 'talk' to me.
"What do you want me to say? Beg for forgiveness? Ask for help? I just want you to let me go. Hand yourself in." I sobbed. He pressed something on the camera and made his way over to me. He stood in front of me, smirking the most evil smirk you will ever see in your life.
I shouted out as something hit the back of my head. I felt myself become dizzy, my eyes heavy.
Blackness.
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I woke up to sound off crying. I regained focus to see Mike curled up in the corner, crying. This time he was in nothing but his boxers. My hands and legs were now free, I crawled over to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Mike..." I whispered. I noticed the door to this room was still open. "I'll get help."
I got up making my way to the door, just as I reached it someone stepped in front of me. Alex . I took a few steps back. "What did you do to him?"
"He enjoyed it just like before." My fists were balled up beside me, I took a swing at him. He dodged it, before hitting me. I landed on the floor with a hard thud. I crawled backwards further into the room. Alex walking closer to me. Before I had chance he grabbed my ankles, pulling me out the room. He stood me up, I came face to face with Tony once again. I gulped hard, afraid of what was going to happen.
"Remember to be a good girl for Alex okay baby?" he smiled at me. The cheek of him! He was putting me out as some sort of whore and he was proud of it. I wanted to make a run for it, get some help for my brother. I didn't care what they did to me right now.
Alex took my to another room, he had his way with me and threw me back into the room with my brother like some sort of dog. "Bastards." I shouted. I ended up crawling to Mike's side. He put one arm round me, pulling me closer. He was trying to protect me even though he needed the most protection right now. I couldn't bare the thought of him being hurt again, it angered me to know they were doing such cruel things to him.
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"Vic? Oh god Vic, you have to hel---" I was cut short as a fist collided with my stomach knocking the wind out of me. I struggled to get my breath back. The more I tried the worse I became. We had no way out this time. My brother held onto me tighter than ever when the person with the phone left the room. i began crying again. Everything was coming back. Only just a little while back I had to witness my brother being abused, the screams, the begging for them to stop.
"Shh don't cry beautiful..." he whispered as he stroked my hair and back.
"I-I- Mikey I'm s-s-sorry!" I cried out.
"Hey, this isn't your fault. I'm okay." He was lying and he knew it. God why did he have to come back for me? For us? I was hoping by now Vic had figured something was wrong and would have someone looking for us. I wanted to make it out of this alive. I had to, we both did. Hell we were due to leave for a worldwide come back tour soon and well, that was our escape plan. I don't know how long we've been here but it feels like eternity. I was sore all over, I had dried blood on me and I was beginning to bruise badly. The beatings got worse every time, the sexual attacks got worse every time. I was fed up, I wanted it to end.
We sat in silence, every loud noise Mike pulled me closer, held me tighter. I knew he wouldn't let them take me again without a fight. But all I wanted to do was protect him and he wasn't allowing me to. Was he secretly blaming for this? I wouldn't blame him if he was. I should never of ever got involved with Tony. I should of known it was too good to be true. Why did I ever forgive him the first time he hurt me?
Someone came into the room. "We're moving you, now hurry the fuck up!" he spat. Moving us? Where? Why? All these questions needed answering but they couldn't be answered. Mike refused to let me go, he refused to even stand. The stranger, grabbed a fistful of my hair dragging me away. I clung onto Mike's hand, screaming. I didn't want to be taken away, I needed my brother, he needed me. My hand slipped from his and off I went. I had something shoved over my head and was placed into some form of transport. Minutes later I felt another body hit mine. I was praying it would be Mike's. I couldn't feel anything due to the fact my hands had now been tied together again and I couldn't speak because of the tape across my mouth.
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I were soon dragged out of the transport and took somewhere else. I was shoved into a room, colliding harshly with a small. Soon I heard my brothers voice protesting, cursing at the top of his lungs. I heard him scream, shout, beg. They were doing it again and I couldn't stop it. All I could do was sit here and listen to them abuse him like that. I felt the anger boil inside of me, I began to shake with anger, some of it fear as well. Someone gripped my face, slamming into the wall behind me a few times, I felt something trickle down the back of my neck. Blood
Before I knew it, I was slapped awake. My head was uncovered and the tape was ripped from my mouth. "Victor has been a naughty boy, tut tut tut. Don't play with fire, you will get burnt Claire."
"I hate you..." I mumbled, I didn't think he had heard but he did.
"I love you too baby. Now we're bringing someone in, don't be afraid it's a friend. Or is he really?" his laugh was evil. Everything about him was evil. I heard a struggle before I came face to face with my new boyfriend/best friend Jaime. My eyes widened as did his.
"You know what to do Preciado? Well do it."
"No." Jaime answered back. I heard a gun being cocked. Jaime was put on his knees in front of me, a gun pointing at the back of his head.
"Do it or I will pull the trigger." I pleaded with Jaime with my eyes. But If he didn't do what they were asking, he'd die. I didn't want either. I just wanted my life back. Tony sat on a chair, gun still pointing at the back of his head. Jaime mouthed a sorry to me, before pulling his fist back hitting me straight in the face a few times. My head banged off the wall and I felt myself faint.
When I came round I noticed I was led on the floor in nothing but my top and panties. Jaime was sat at the other side of the room, rocking slightly, calling himself names, crying quietly. I coughed a little as I tried to clear out my chest. He looked up at me, before looking away. I knew what had happened, I wasn't stupid and now he hated me. I didn't hate him for it, is that surprising? He had to do what he had to do. "Hime?"
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Claire. I'm so fucking sorry." he kept saying over and over again. My heart broke, Mike still wasn't back put the place we were in was quiet. Suddenly the door flew open and two people were carrying Mike in. They dumped him on the floor and left, closing and locking the door behind them. I crawled over to him, I gasped at the sight of him.
There is a hell, believe me I've seen it.
"Mikey?!" I called out. I heard someone let out a deep relief breath.
"Thank god you're awake." Yeah, it was definitely my brother. More importantly, why was I sat in darkness and even more importantly why couldn't I move my arms, hands or legs? That's when it hit me. A sudden wave of fear came over me. My breathing became rapid, I could feel myself begin to shake. I could feel my whole body beginning to have a breakdown. "Claire? Don't freak out. I'm right here honey!"
"Get me out, please. Just let me go!" I screamed, fighting to try and get out of the predicament I was in. A light suddenly came on. There he was, led on the floor, tied to something. I could tell he had been crying, I could sense it as well. "Where are we?"
"Take a guess." No. Not again. I couldn't do it all again. I couldn't be used as some form of sex slave. I couldn't survive another session of abuse and torture. A door creaked open. I couldn't turn to see who was coming through that door. Please let this be some sick joke that someone is playing on us. The footsteps got closer to me, I saw Mike tense up. I felt someone's hot breath just below my ear.
"Welcome to Hell baby." My whole body froze. My lip quivered with fear. I felt myself go numb. His hand trailed it's way to near my healing gun shot wound. He applied a lot of pressure onto it, sending a pain right through me. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from screaming. He released the pressure and walked over to my younger brother. I felt so useless. I wanted to help him but damn these things were too tight to get out of. He leant down in front of my brother. "I hear you still have nightmares Mikey..."
"Fuck you." I heard him say. I heard a loud crack and a whimper. A tear slipped out as I witnessed this.
"I have someone for you Fuentes, a friend of sorts." He stood back up. Two other people walked in, untying my brother and dragging him off somewhere. He had admitted defeat already, he was going to allow them to hurt him again.
"Don't drag him into this, please I'm begging you." By now I was full on crying. So much for staying strong eh? He set something up, it looked like a camera of some sort. "See you soon sweetheart." he laughed as he left. A red light appeared on the camera. Was he filming me? What was I suppose to do? I looked around as much as I could, wriggling my arms and legs to try and break free. He soon returned, walking out of view with the camera. I watched him carefully as he stood. His eyes never leaving mine. He mouthed 'talk' to me.
"What do you want me to say? Beg for forgiveness? Ask for help? I just want you to let me go. Hand yourself in." I sobbed. He pressed something on the camera and made his way over to me. He stood in front of me, smirking the most evil smirk you will ever see in your life.
I shouted out as something hit the back of my head. I felt myself become dizzy, my eyes heavy.
Blackness.
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I woke up to sound off crying. I regained focus to see Mike curled up in the corner, crying. This time he was in nothing but his boxers. My hands and legs were now free, I crawled over to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Mike..." I whispered. I noticed the door to this room was still open. "I'll get help."
I got up making my way to the door, just as I reached it someone stepped in front of me. Alex . I took a few steps back. "What did you do to him?"
"He enjoyed it just like before." My fists were balled up beside me, I took a swing at him. He dodged it, before hitting me. I landed on the floor with a hard thud. I crawled backwards further into the room. Alex walking closer to me. Before I had chance he grabbed my ankles, pulling me out the room. He stood me up, I came face to face with Tony once again. I gulped hard, afraid of what was going to happen.
"Remember to be a good girl for Alex okay baby?" he smiled at me. The cheek of him! He was putting me out as some sort of whore and he was proud of it. I wanted to make a run for it, get some help for my brother. I didn't care what they did to me right now.
Alex took my to another room, he had his way with me and threw me back into the room with my brother like some sort of dog. "Bastards." I shouted. I ended up crawling to Mike's side. He put one arm round me, pulling me closer. He was trying to protect me even though he needed the most protection right now. I couldn't bare the thought of him being hurt again, it angered me to know they were doing such cruel things to him.
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"Vic? Oh god Vic, you have to hel---" I was cut short as a fist collided with my stomach knocking the wind out of me. I struggled to get my breath back. The more I tried the worse I became. We had no way out this time. My brother held onto me tighter than ever when the person with the phone left the room. i began crying again. Everything was coming back. Only just a little while back I had to witness my brother being abused, the screams, the begging for them to stop.
"Shh don't cry beautiful..." he whispered as he stroked my hair and back.
"I-I- Mikey I'm s-s-sorry!" I cried out.
"Hey, this isn't your fault. I'm okay." He was lying and he knew it. God why did he have to come back for me? For us? I was hoping by now Vic had figured something was wrong and would have someone looking for us. I wanted to make it out of this alive. I had to, we both did. Hell we were due to leave for a worldwide come back tour soon and well, that was our escape plan. I don't know how long we've been here but it feels like eternity. I was sore all over, I had dried blood on me and I was beginning to bruise badly. The beatings got worse every time, the sexual attacks got worse every time. I was fed up, I wanted it to end.
We sat in silence, every loud noise Mike pulled me closer, held me tighter. I knew he wouldn't let them take me again without a fight. But all I wanted to do was protect him and he wasn't allowing me to. Was he secretly blaming for this? I wouldn't blame him if he was. I should never of ever got involved with Tony. I should of known it was too good to be true. Why did I ever forgive him the first time he hurt me?
Someone came into the room. "We're moving you, now hurry the fuck up!" he spat. Moving us? Where? Why? All these questions needed answering but they couldn't be answered. Mike refused to let me go, he refused to even stand. The stranger, grabbed a fistful of my hair dragging me away. I clung onto Mike's hand, screaming. I didn't want to be taken away, I needed my brother, he needed me. My hand slipped from his and off I went. I had something shoved over my head and was placed into some form of transport. Minutes later I felt another body hit mine. I was praying it would be Mike's. I couldn't feel anything due to the fact my hands had now been tied together again and I couldn't speak because of the tape across my mouth.
♠ ♠ ♠
I were soon dragged out of the transport and took somewhere else. I was shoved into a room, colliding harshly with a small. Soon I heard my brothers voice protesting, cursing at the top of his lungs. I heard him scream, shout, beg. They were doing it again and I couldn't stop it. All I could do was sit here and listen to them abuse him like that. I felt the anger boil inside of me, I began to shake with anger, some of it fear as well. Someone gripped my face, slamming into the wall behind me a few times, I felt something trickle down the back of my neck. Blood
Before I knew it, I was slapped awake. My head was uncovered and the tape was ripped from my mouth. "Victor has been a naughty boy, tut tut tut. Don't play with fire, you will get burnt Claire."
"I hate you..." I mumbled, I didn't think he had heard but he did.
"I love you too baby. Now we're bringing someone in, don't be afraid it's a friend. Or is he really?" his laugh was evil. Everything about him was evil. I heard a struggle before I came face to face with my new boyfriend/best friend Jaime. My eyes widened as did his.
"You know what to do Preciado? Well do it."
"No." Jaime answered back. I heard a gun being cocked. Jaime was put on his knees in front of me, a gun pointing at the back of his head.
"Do it or I will pull the trigger." I pleaded with Jaime with my eyes. But If he didn't do what they were asking, he'd die. I didn't want either. I just wanted my life back. Tony sat on a chair, gun still pointing at the back of his head. Jaime mouthed a sorry to me, before pulling his fist back hitting me straight in the face a few times. My head banged off the wall and I felt myself faint.
When I came round I noticed I was led on the floor in nothing but my top and panties. Jaime was sat at the other side of the room, rocking slightly, calling himself names, crying quietly. I coughed a little as I tried to clear out my chest. He looked up at me, before looking away. I knew what had happened, I wasn't stupid and now he hated me. I didn't hate him for it, is that surprising? He had to do what he had to do. "Hime?"
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Claire. I'm so fucking sorry." he kept saying over and over again. My heart broke, Mike still wasn't back put the place we were in was quiet. Suddenly the door flew open and two people were carrying Mike in. They dumped him on the floor and left, closing and locking the door behind them. I crawled over to him, I gasped at the sight of him.
There is a hell, believe me I've seen it.
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