Chapter 25: Trauma

Chapter 25

Mickey 'Mike' Hollister

Trauma

My eyes flutter open as the dim-lit room greets me. My hands are tied behind my back and I groan as I try to stretch my body, it's like my body has been kicked all over and over again. Then I remember, I've been kicked so many times. There's probably a bruise forming there on the left side of my body, below the rib cage. I can't speak. I can open my mouth, though, but no words are coming out and it seems it's stuck at the back of my throat. I feel weak. It's like my whole body hasn't been used for years. I groan as I feel another throbbing pain on my body. I shut my eyes, as if it that would help the pain go away, but it doesn't.

Replaying back the event, I was just walking in the park, when I noticed it was going to rain. I remember putting the empty bag of chips in the trash bin. I kicked the pebbles as I walked on the park, hands in my pocket. I was thinking a lot of things and was considering going on a blind date on a person that I could meet through dating sites. So I just walked and walked until my legs got numbed, and then I sat down on the bench. The sky was dark, dark clouds swirling on the sky. I had to talk to Eros, I thought as I looked upon the dark sky. It reflected what I was feeling. Dark and cold. I did not find any comfort to it. All I knew was that I had to talk to Eros and clarify some things with him. So I pulled out my cellphone just to text him. I could not wait at all. Though I knew that he was going to come home later, but late, so I had to make sure that we could talk. Then I looked down at the ground and found a shadow looming over me. I looked back to see who it was, but the man's punch was too strong I rolled off the bench and sprawled down at the ground. More men came into view, and that's when they started to kick me until I ran out of breath. I remember saying things that made them more angry. But then also remember that I was begging to them, to spare my life. But no. They completely ignored my pleading and continued to beat the shit out of me. I thought I was going to die. It was better if I got dead. Then my eyelids fell down and heavy slumber took over my body. I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I was practically dead.

I wish I was dead.

Someone enters the room and my body tenses as the man who has a big muscles nearly popping out, lots of tattoos, from his torso to his chest down to his arms, inked with red, yellow, and black, approaches me, smiling wickedly from ear to ear. When my eyes meet the pair of his hazel nut eyes, I shrink back, scared of him. It's not like I have fought guys like him!

"Aw," he cooes, teasing me, chuckling. But his attempt to laugh shyly and cooly makes me shiver as I try to get out, but the body pain is being a bitch. "Look at this cutey. He seems struggling to get out. Need help?"

"Um, yes?" I say dumbly, and before I know it, the back of his hand collides with my left cheek and I nearly cry in pain.

"What makes you think that I'm going to help you?" He snarls, glaring at me. I shrink back again. But there are times that I just cannot shut my mouth.

Because you offered?" I say meekly. His nostrils flare. Cleary, he doesn't like my attitude and witty come back.

The next thing I know is that he is launching himself on me and pushes me back, so my back hits the concrete floor and I howl in pain as he sits on top of me, his groin brushing against mine. Then he moves slowly. When I look up at him, I see him smiling wickedly at me. I hate his smile.

"Enjoying this, fag?" I nearly nod, but I force myself not to. I know that I'm getting hard and all, but not is not the time to satisfy my needs so I just shut my eyes and fist my hands tightly. I ignore his name for me, but he just keeps brushing his groin against mine.

Then I feel his hot breath on my neck which makes me snap my eyes open. I bump my chest on him, hoping that he will have his sense back, but that just makes him bite my neck and I let out a groan. Not from pleasure, but because of annoyance. Now my neck is sticky and dirty. I hiss at him, but he just punches my stomach and a tear slips down my right eye, praying that this store would end as soon as possible.

All I'm thinking is Eros. I wish he could save me. I wish I had told him about the messages I have been receiving. If I had, would he protect me? Would he be here with me, telling me that everything is going to be fine?

"I'm sorry!" I shout, my voice hoarse and exhausted. "Please tell me what I have done wrong to you guys!"

The guy leans up, pecks me on my lips - I give him a glare and nearly spit at him but don't because I would be in big trouble if I do it - and shrugs. Is he even gay?

"No," he says, looking up at the ceiling, as if the answers are there. "No, you don't. But your fag of a boyfriend does,"

"Who?" I ask him incredulously. "And please, you keep calling me a fag, and yet, you can't resist me."

He laughs real hard. If my hands aren't tied up, I would cover my ears because the sound of his laugh isn't pleasant to hear at all. But I do not have a choice but to hear him laugh. I roll my eyes at him. This guy must be retarded.

"True, true," he says, nodding. "I kind of have been lusting after you. Can't help it. You're a sexy man,"

"For some homophobe like you, you sure are hypocrite," I comment nonchalantly, as if my life isn't in danger right now.

"For some kid who is tied up and has been kidnapped, you sure are different." He says, running the back of his hand across my cheek, where he hit me. "I like it. Adds a lot of sexiness to you. I'd like to have you. Sadly, you belong to that fag of a cop. But I'll make your night interesting."

My eyes widen. "You won't!"

"Oh I will," he smirks. "Let's see how tight your ass is. Bet he's been drilling you so many times. But let me have a taste of you and see if you're good in bed. Yum," he licks his lower lip slowly and I watch as he does that. I'm about to scream when he covers my mouth with his. The taste of his mouth is disgusting. I'm tasting every disgusting taste that has ever discovered of a human species. It tastes sour and yucky and vinegar and ew. I pull out and whip my head to the side but he just grabs my face and kisses me back again. If I bite his lips, he would kill me and then I'd die in a very disturbing way. Plus, the room is not the place that I'm going to die. I prefer fancy and cool. He puts his hand on my hips and grips it. I cry in pain as he grips it harder, making me open my mouth and that' when he slips his tongue inside. I pull away and about to kiss me when another person enters the room, looking frantic and shaking in nervousness.

"Boss Jean!" The man says, throwing his hands up in the air. "The cops are here!"

"That Eros bitch," Jean snarls, fisting his hands. My ears perk up when I hear Eros' name. He has come to save me. I feel hope sparking up inside me and Jean looks at me in disgust. "Told him not to bring any, but guess he wanted me to kill you. Adam, bring this fag of a bitch and torture him. I'll fucking deal with Eros."

Adam walks over to me whilst Jean is walking away. Adam makes me stand up and I groan as I feel the pain of the bruises on my body. Adam smirks at me and I want to punch his face. Last time, I was about to rape and now this man, what he's going to do? Let me suck his dick? Disgusting. The only dick that I'm going to taste and put into my mouth is Eros'. Although I don't know my I bring Eros to the topic, I just did.

"Look," I say, starting to explain. "My boyfriend is now here and he's about to kick your asses. So I suggest you let me go before he does something you guys would regret."

"Nice for you to give us a warning," Adam chuckles as he rolls his eyes. "Thanks anyway, but no can do."

"I'm warning you!" I shout.

"Will you shut up and zip your mouth?" Adam snarls, punching me on my side and I gasp, unable to breath again. I fall down and try to clutch my body, where the bruises are, but I can't since my hands are tied up. A tear slips my eyes and I bite my lower lip to prevent myself from crying. The last thing I want to happen is them seeing me cry like a baby. Adam grabs me harshly and I gasp out of breath because the pain bursts inside me, and I shout Eros' name. But Adam just punches me again. I shut up. Not because I've learned my lesson, but to prevent from screaming.

My heart beats faster as I hear guns firing. I stop dead in my tracks and Adam just grabs my arm and we run together, him basically dragging me. The guns firing are ringing in my ears that make me squint my eyes. We turn right and I hear Adam commanding others to guard the front door. He's still gripping my arm hard and I shrug it off. Adam grabs it again and there's a lot of firing. My mind is going haywire right now. What's happening to Eros? Is he okay? Is he doing fine? Is he hurt? I hear a lot of screaming and my knees go jelly as Adam drags me outside.

When we get outside, Jean is already there, glaring daggers at me. I'm sure he fucked up because his plan did not work well as it was supposed to. He whispers angrily at Adam and they lead me to a car. I shout of course, being the bitch that I am. Adam and Jean punch me on either side and I get on my knees, still shouting. That's when I see him. My Eros.

My fucking Eros.

My heart cries as I see his eyes piercing into mine. I want to cry and crawl over him and shower him with kisses. I want to beg, to plead for him to sweep me in his arms and kiss me passionately, like there's no morning would come. I get out of my trance when Jean drags me up, slings his arm around my neck, and points a gun at my temple. I freeze, getting scared. I don't want to die! I want to live. I still want to kiss Eros, to have him marry me, to have kids! To enjoy life with him and I cannot believe my life will end here.

"Back off, Donovan," Jean snarls. "Or else I'll kill him."

Adam, being the coward he is, runs off. Jean glances at his disappearing figure and mutters about Adam being a total fool.

"Eros!" I say, pleading. He looks at me sadly and I see how sorry he is to me. And I cry. Jean makes a disapproving sound when Eros takes a step forward and aims the gun at my head, about to blow it off. Eros tenses and I shut my eyes and pray.

Lord, please, let me live. For Eros. For Brad. For Dad. For my friends.

I want to be brave. I want to be in Eros arms, so as crazy as it sounds, I swing backwards and my elbow hits Jean's stomach and he howls in pain. Bitch. I run to Eros and the policemen come and point their guns at Jean.

I hear gun firing in the background, and soon, I'm in Eros arms, holding him tightly around his waist. I'm still crying because now, I'm so happy to be with him again. I look up at him in the eyes and he has his eyes wide, shocked expression written on his face, and looking at his hand. I follow his eyes and watch his with a lot of blood.

Then I realize. Jean shot me at the back. Policemen shot Jean. I've been shot.

I look at Eros and caress his cheek, and that's when the pain consumes my body and I can't breath again. It's like I'm stuck between death and life. Then I see the world fading out, and the last thing I hear is Eros saying incoherent things, and the last thing I see is Eros crying. And that's when my world goes black.