Alright, sorry I haven’t posted a new chapter or anything in about 3 months. I’ve had a lot of bad things that happened in the time gone, but now I’m back. Also I had a HUGE writers block with this because of the way I set it up. The block is gone and now I have some way better ideas on where I’m taking this. I’m growing as a writer, and I’ve been improving lately. Criticism is welcome. Encouragement is my friend
Here’s all of Part 1:
Part 2: The Nightmare Unfolds
Nighmare: Chapter 6
He knew me. He used me. He regressed me into a little baby. All the things that happened last night are all making sense now.
He slipped something into my drink. This was not Saul or Salve. This was both of them mixed, creating an evil genius.
I know you think I’m crazy or insane, but I have proof. Why would Saul have a not even used package of diapers that were exactly my size? They fit perfectly. I’m never even that happy, or even flirty. I don’t do flirty, I do wild. My mind was fogged up, and not the sick love puppy way, more like the drunk friend way.
It’s him that’s the enemy, and he has a thousand more lies coming my way. I caught it early on, it’s my turn to weave my games into his.
I kept looking up at the ceiling, dazed at the little details on the wall, trying to decide what I had to do. This isn’t little games. This is my body, and he could rape me, or torture me at any given time. I have to become his best friend and learn everything about him so were around the same level. I need to get him to love me and that’s when I have to strike.
His eyes shift around like mine, trying to memorize the details of everything. He chuckles when someone gets hurt or embarrasses themselves. His smile reflects off of you. He’s better than lying than me. He’s twice the size of me. Worst of all, he dominates me no matter what I do to get out of a horrible situation.
I rolled off of my bed and hit the carpet with a groan. At least the ground wasn’t wood. I stretched on the ground, slowly getting up like a statue breaking out into an actual person. My feet tucked themselves under the blanket as my legs curled up to my chest. I let out a sign of frustration. I repeat the question that everyone goes through once in their life in my mind, “How could I have been so stupid?” Oh yeah, I guess this is what happens when you’re dealing with a sadistic genius that knows every little aspect of your life…
Today was extremely boring, all I did was eat, piss, and think. Saul called three times throughout the day. I just shrugged it off every single time. After a while of sitting the whole day, I stretched and took one of those Tylenol Pm’s to put me to sleep.
[i]I looked straight to my teacher as he wrote the assignment down on the board. It was one of the biggest assignments I’ve ever had in my life. I took the notes as fast as I could, but I couldn’t get all of them done in time. I missed two pages of notes, and I got so frustrated that I began crying. Everyone turned around and looked at me like I was a…a-a baby? I covered my face so no one could see me.
I felt a cold fabric gently caress my skin… I opened my eyes in shock, I was still in the school room but instead of the assignment on the chalk board, it said Parenting 101. Why am I laying down and what was going on in my private areas? I felt a new wipe caress my special parts. I squirmed as I heard someone chuckle. . . It sounded familiar.[/i]
I shot straight out of my bed squirming and kicking. I unplugged my ringing alarm clock, sniffling a little from a bit of crying. I sat for a bit, calming down. Once I was calm enough I changed into skinny jeans and my favorite band tee shirt of My Chemical Romance. I slid on a purple and black tie-dyed sweatshirt. I applied some eyeliner and a bit of black eye shadow. I took my little purple bow on my dresser and took some of my hair and pinned my bangs down with it. I stared into the dark but cute person before me. It was sad on how much I put into looking sexy or even ugly yet it only makes me look cute… Maybe I could take off the bow… No I want to give Saul a little present to show he hasn’t won. Not even close.
I pulled into the school parking lot, coming to a halt and sliding out of the car. Once I got down my hallway I spotted Saul leaning against my locker. Clever. He just wants a reason for me to talk to him. If he says sorry for what he did to me last night then I have all the rights to scream my ass off at him. I want to right now, but let’s hope we both go by and pass it. I’ll be fine with it if he is.
I stopped and shifted weight onto one leg. He crossed his arms and tilted his head, “So did something happen with your phone?”
I sighed and made a motion for him to move so I could open my locker, he didn’t budge, “Yea, I broke it.”
"Let me see it."I got my phone out and, since it was a flip phone, I took both ends and snapped it until it cracked off, then I put it in Saul’s awaiting hand. Then I motioned for the second time for him to move out of the way.
I think I pissed him off and now I regret it…a lot. I didn’t know what came over me; I planned the whole day yesterday to be nice to him, but I just blew it.
He gave a small laugh mixed with a sigh, shaking his head while turning my now broken phone in his hands. He still didn’t move while staring down at the phone. I wanted to see his expression, but his face was staring down. I hope I pissed him off, but at the same time I hope he’ll forgive me. Then I realize that I’m scared about what he’s going to do.
I looked at his hands and then looked up into his eyes. I could see a little girl with fear washed over her face staring back at me in his pupil. His head was inclined down, but not to just look at me because I was small, but so he could give me a glare tinted with, what is that? There was something in his eyes… Love. He was grinning a bit not in a twisted way but in a grateful way. His eyes were trained on me. Not on the phone, but on me. I wish he was still looking at that damn phone. He can see my fear and I can see his love.
Saul moved to the side of my locker. I kicked my locker to get my anger out. I was pissed off that he didn’t go mad and walk away. Why would he not? He knows that I obviously had my phone with me the whole day yesterday. Wouldn’t it piss him off more after I broke the phone right in front of him? I guess not, because now he’s smiling like he’s happy I did it.
I swung my backpack around to put it in my locker. Saul took my bag and stuffed the phone into the open zipper. I’m still scared because it’s just pure silence besides a few teens moving around behind us in the halls. I sigh and grab my binder. I slam my locker and stride the opposite way of Saul. I glanced at the clock in the hallway telling me I still had fifteen minutes until the first bell. I thought Saul wasn’t following me, but when I looked to my right I saw Saul walking along with me. I rolled my eyes.
I set my binder by the door of my first period class and glanced up finding Saul’s eyes. I blinked away as fast as I could, and began walking away again. I went outside, as Saul followed. Once I turned the corner in the back of the school Saul took my wrist and pinned it against the wall. That love of his was gone, replaced with the fuel of rage.
Saul looked me right in the eye, I looked away. He tilted up my chin to look straight into his eyes with the arm that wasn’t pinning me down. Saul said with a husky voice, “Look, you can have your little tantrums all day long, but at the end of the day when you go to sleep, guess what’s going to happen?” He paused and studied my response. My lip quivered and I let out a tiny squeal. He continues, “Exactly, now it’s either you be a good little girl to me during the day, and do what I say, or well…” He took the little strand of hair by my eye and pushed it behind my ear, “we can do both day and night. Hmm?” By the end of the sentence his voice was calm again. A tear rolled down my cheek. I was terrified.
I have no choice. No matter what I’m going to be his little item. I’m his and I have no control over this. I’ll just have to be good. How does he control when the dreams happen though? Or is it just all in my mind? The only answer I can get right now is that I’m screwed over no matter how I look at this.
I’m in first period and I have no idea what the teachers talking about, all I know is I’m staring off, thinking of a way to get out of my situation… He’s twice my size, if I try anything to get away he’ll scoop me up without effort. If I try to run, well, I don’t know how fast he is. I should test it, because it’s my only strong point right now. Honestly, I am terrified. I can wet my pants right now like that first night. I really hope I don’t because then I’ll be giving Saul a reason to mock me more.
What really gets to me is Saul’s personality. I can’t tell if he’s insane or just knew what he was doing from the very beginning. He might be bipolar, I don’t really know. It’s crazy how many people are in him. At one second he’s loving, at the next he’s demanding, then he goes back to loving and switches to pure hatred. Is it just because I’m so unpredictable that he has to react like this? Do I really deserve this? What have I ever done to him? Nothing, I don’t even know him. I’m practically an orphan! I don’t deserve this shit!
Then I realize that everyone was looking at me and the teacher was asking, “Would you like to step out to the hallway and calm down a bit, and then come back in?” I touched my cheek that was wet. I was crying in class without even knowing it? This isn’t a nightmare anymore, this is actual life.