30 | mend suffering

SHE SCREAMED LOUDER than she ever had before as they threw her down on the bed and held her there to prevent her from fighting. One of the men who held her arms down squeezed her hand so tight with the glass scraping against her palms. She quickly released, dreading every moment of dropping her only weapon. She was then left defenseless.

"Somebody help me!" Camila whimpered as she held onto her side. It couldn't have been a deep cut, but blood was slowly gushing out. Avelina made sure she made some damage by ripping the piece of glass right back out. She knew that puncture wounds were best to be left without removing the object. However, she didn't want best for Camilia. She wanted suffering.

One of the guys ditched her feet and went to help Camilia. With him gone, Avelina thrashed around, trying her best to pry the other guy off of her. She wasn't sure if it was adrenaline or what, but she felt absolutely no pain. There was only one thing on her mind... get the hell out.

Immediately, the guy holding her hands down used handcuffs to cuff her to the bedpost. She screamed as loud as she could as the cool metal slapped against her other wrist. With her hands secure, he walked around the bed and secured her legs with this hands. It didn't stop her from thrashing about, doing her best to get free.

She could see one of the men helping Camilia by taking off his shirt and ripping it in half like it was nothing before tightly wrapping it around her to stop the bleeding. He then easily lifted her up and carried her out of the room. Avelina's fighting intensified. She went from thrashing about like a fish out of water to full on rage as if she were walking out of The Conjuring.

"Fucking stop!" the man shouted.

"Let me go! Please! I just had a baby. I just want to see my baby!" Avelina cried. With her words, tears began to fall from her eyes and for the first time, she could feel every bit of hurt her emotions had put off. She stopped fighting and wept.

She couldn't believe the situation she was in. Never in a million years would she had thought her life would end up the way it had. Her boyfriend, who she ended up having a baby with had a sister who she thought murdered her grandmother, only to find out it was her own damn mother. Her mother not only murdered her grandmother, but her father as well out only because she was cheating. Not to mention, the woman who supported her through it all had passed away and Avelina never even got to tell her goodbye. She had a baby who she couldn't touch or hold, and she only hoped she was safe with Adrik. Her family was broken and the only thing tearing them farther apart was vengeance and selfishness.

Her mother blamed caring for why people ended up dead, but she failed to mention every attribute she obtained. Her mother made them go from a perfect, beautiful family to one left in ruins. It wasn't caring that hurt, it was greed.

"I'm really sorry," the guy muttered.

"Just let me go," Avelina pleaded. "Please!"

"I wish I could, truly," he said it as though he actually meant it. However, it didn't make her feel any better.

Not too soon after, a new guy entered the room. He was a white male with a buzz cut. His beard was shaved down and it was obviously that it had grown out slightly. In his hand was a phone. He pressed it against Avelina's ears, ignoring her tears.

"Avelina," she heard Adrik say into the phone.

"Adrik! Adrik! Where's Marin—" before she could even finish talking, the phone was ripped away from her. He teased her with the sound of the man's voice whom she loved and the only voice that could calm her under such circumstances.

"There... you've spoken to her. You know that she's alive. If you want to keep her alive, meet me on 64th street near the Tiki Bar with the money in your right hand and your left hand completely empty. No one else can be around or we will kill her. Follow the instructions being sent you shortly, and if you fail to do as I say, Avelina will die," the man explained.

Avelina began to cry harder. Her body rocked with each sob because, deep down, she knew they meant every word. She was either going to live or die, and the traumatic thought of possibly never seeing her baby, or Adrik ever again had overcome her. It wasn't the way things were meant to be. Especially to be killed by her own mother.

The guy hung the phone up and reached over to Avelina. Anger was evident on his every finger as he jammed an accusatory finger right in front of her face.

"You stabbed her!" he yelled.

She wanted nothing more than to tell him how she'd do it again if she could, but she knew better. He looked insane and like he was already thirsty for revenge. Avelina knew better than to egg him on.

"Just let me go!" Avelina pleaded. He went from pointing at her to slowly bringing his hand down to cup her cheek. She noticed the way he inspected her from her hair to her eyes and down to her lips.

"You look just like her," he said in bewilderment. Avelina assumed he was referring to the traitorous woman she knew as her mother, Camilla.

"Leave her be. She's already been scared enough today," the man who was holding me down had said. The look on the other guys face as he turned to look at his partner was pure agitation. His brows were furrowed, his lips had fallen slightly, and there was a scrunch to his eyes that could only be detected by the wrinkles near his eyelids.

"I don't give a fuck," he told him.

Avelina suddenly grew a strong urge to use the restroom. Ever since she had gotten pregnant, it had been so hard to hold it more than five minutes. After just having a baby, she knew that time probably increased dramatically.

"Please, I need to use the restroom," she pleaded, once again trying to break free from her restraints.

"Ew!" the meaner one said. His eyes were at her lower parts. She quickly looked down to see she was peeing uncontrollably. She hasn't even realized she was doing it.

"Oh, my god," she muttered.

"Get her up! Fuck!" the mean one demanded. The other guy went to release her from the handcuffs and hurriedly helped her to her feet. She wanted to cry. It was bad enough she was in the situation at all, but to pee in front of her kidnappers felt degrading and humiliating.

"You're going to lay in that piss for however long it takes Zolotov to get me that damn money. Think twice before pissing the bed like a fucking infant," the mean one hissed as the nicer one walked her to the toilet.

She knew it was going to come, but she hadn't anticipated for it to come so soon. Pain shot through her with every step. It felt as though her uterus was literally ripping out from under her.

"When did you have your baby?" the nicer one asked. Avelina's eyes shut in intense pain as he helped her into the bathroom.

"Today, I think," she answered. The truth was, she didn't know how long she had been out. All she knew was that she woke up in some place she didn't know. There was no telling how many minutes, hours, days went by.

"Yesterday, then. You've been sleep for 24 hours. I'm not sure what they gave you," he said.

"I'll be right out in front of the door if you need anything," he told her. He shut the door behind himself and let Avelina unfasten her hospital gown to sit down on the toilet. She already let all her pee out. There was no reason for her to still be in the restroom, but it was better than being surrounded by people who wanted to kill her.

In disgust, she looked down at her hospital gown to see a wet spot from her urine. It was going to be very uncomfortable to put it back on, but it wasn't like she had any other choice.

***

Avelina didn't know how long she sat on the toilet, but when the mean one came bombarding in and demanding she get up, her heart began to stammer in her chest. He dragged her out of the room despite her protesting and groaning every step of the way. He led her into his car, and as they walked, she made sure to really look at the place. It looked like a regular, one-story home. It was located more on the lower income side of the city, but there was nothing scary about it. It was ironic seeing as what they did inside of the home was scary.

"Zolotov has our money," the mean one told the nicer one. Avelina tensed up at the sound of Adrik's name. He was coming.

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