I laid in bed, holding the knife in my hands, thinking about the way he abused me. A loud knock interrupted my thoughts, making me jump up.
I heard Nate open the front door and said in a surprised tone, "What are you doing here, Michael and Carla?"
A slightly older man replied laughing, "I came to visit you, dumbass!! How are you?" Carla- I assumed she was his wife because Nate said, "Good and Adam, how are you doing in school?" -told Nate she was going to the restroom.
I quickly hid both myself and the knife in the closet, prepared if she came in the room.
Hearing Carla coming closer and closer made my anxiety rise, my heart pounding in my ears, and my fingers trembling against the black knife handle.
I didn't see a hockey stick behind me, so when I went in, I accidentally hit it which caused it to fall. I screamed, scrambling out of there quickly.
Nate came in running and closed the door. He then grabbed the knife and raised it towards my neck as he head-locked me in place. "What the fucking hell did you do?!" he hissed in my ear, threatening to dig it deep in my throat.
"I got scared, s-sir.." I responded, panicking. A knock was heard on the door.
"Nate, you okay?" Michael asked, concerned. "Y-yeah, I'm okay. Just checking if something fell." Nate said, slowly putting the knife down.
He then shoved me and the stick back in the closet. "I want you to STAYÂ there until they're gone..if I see you out of this closet, I SWEAR Anna, I will beat the living shit outta you."
I nodded, terrified of him. Nate closed the closet doors and went out. Muffled voices were heard between Nate and Michael, talking about what had happened. I was shaking so badly, my fingertips became numb.
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They left an hour ago and it was just me and Nate..back alone in the house. He came in, roughly saying that Michael had left. I timidly got out of the closet, not taking my eyes off him.
"What were you doing with the blade?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
I looked down at his shoes, muttering, "I'm sorry sir.."
Nate then sat down on my bed, not taking his cold eyes off me. "I'm not asking for forgiveness, Anna. I'm asking: what were you doing with this blade??"
A darker part of me wanted to say: "Oh, Nate, I was just being self-destructive, which is totally not a side effect of all the abuse you inflicted on me. Not your fault though." But I didn't say it like that.
"Well, you were out and let's just say that I had lost control of my mind, thus going insane." I told him, staring back. We both said nothing as we continued staring in each other's eyes.
He rose up, quietly taking steps toward me while placing the knife on the dresser. I cringed as we both backed up against the closet, Nate's arms reaching out to hold me.
Nate then began stroking my hair, muttering that I remind him of someone. "When was the last time you showered, Anna?"
Hmm.....let's see...I've been held captive here for two weeks, while you, Nate, keep ABUSING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME!!!
"I-i don't know, sir," I stammered a bit, feeling uncomfortable with him around me.
He then gave me a chilling grin and held my cheek up with cold fingers. Staring into my eyes, smirking, Nate grabbed my head and leaned in but was interrupted by my cell phone downstairs.
"Stay here," he demanded quietly, leaving.
A few seconds later, he came back holding my phone looking slightly mad.
"You're having a call right now, but I want you to be on speaker, Anna. Got that?" he growled, giving the device to me.
I nodded, slowly taking it from him. "H-hello?"
It was Edith who yelled at the rest of my family members to come over with her. As she gathered my sibling and parents, my eyes began tearing up.
"Angelica, where are you at?" my mom asked, her voice shaking in panic.
Well, since you asked, I've been in hell with a man I don't know who beats and rapes me if I do the simplest thing, such as blurting things out.
I paused and bit my lip. I was under Nate's strict orders of not saying anything about where my location is at.
Nate looked at me suspiciously and raised an eyebrow hinting not to mention it.
"Angie, please, we need you.." Edith pleaded, her voice cracking. I wanted to tell them but I couldn't because I knew the consequences being held.
Gali asked if I was on speaker & I told her "Yes" then Mom told me to turn it off.
"I-I can't, mami," I told her..
My dad argued back: "Si tu puedes, Angelica!!"
The idea hit me: I could talk to them in Spanish!!
"Pa, no puedo apagar el speaker por que..." My brain was thinking of something to say.
"Por que que?" Mom asked, getting a bit suspicious.
"Por que no me deja," I said, sweating.
Nate silently told me to hang up the call, and to give him the phone back.
I looked at the phone in a pained expression & without a word, hung up.
Folding his arms, he asked what was I saying in Spanish & I told him to mind his own business.