Ev
I was shook awake. I was lost in a dream, where Hope was telling me to get an idea going, to do something or I was going to be late for something. Hope was a man by the pool. He seemed very concerned for me.
The shaking continued.
“Wake up,” a voice told me.
“Donnie? Is it time for school?” I asked groggily.
“No,” the voice told me. “You are burning up. I’m putting you in a cold bath to bring down your fever.”
“Just let me sleep,” I said. “It’ll break. It’s just like the kidney infection last time."
My arms were released and I was scooped up in some masculine arms. “It won’t break. You have an infection. I have got IV antibiotics I am going to hook you up too.”
I felt myself being lifted upstairs and then placed in a cold bath. The shock of it woke me up. “What the hell?”
He was standing above me, watching me in the tub. “You are sick, Ev. You have a fever of 103.5. I am making you soak to help bring the fever down, and then I am going to hook up this IV of antibiotics in your arm.”
“Are you a doctor or nurse?” I asked. I was still confused. Trying to remember who he was and where I was.
He shook his head. “No, I Iooked on you tube to see how a nurse would do it, and then I snuck into the hospital and stole what I needed.” He snickered. “It’s amazing what putting on a white coat will do and taking a badge from someone’s station.”
“How do you know the dosage to give me?” I asked through chattering teeth.
“You can find everything on the internet. Do you know you can go on Facebook and watch people being beheaded? Getting antibiotics and directions on how to put in an IV is a piece of cake. Go ahead and wash up. I know the water is cold, but you can run some warm water to wash your hair.” He told me. “I am going to stand outside the door. Don’t try anything. Towels are in the cabinet.” He walked out of the room. I was left in a cold tub. I weakly reached for the faucet and turned on some warm water. It felt like heaven. I wondered how long it had been since I had a bath. It had to have been several days, maybe even a week. I washed and winced as warm water went down my back. The pain was immense. The water was becoming tinted pink. I felt like I was going to pass out. I washed my nether regions and they were sore. I couldn’t believe I was in this nightmare, but I had to figure out a way to get away. I had to.
I stood up and almost fell back down. I had no idea I was this weak. I was seriously sick. I looked at my hand. I couldn’t feel it. I seemed to have forgotten it was there. The bandage was taken off and it was swollen and purple and all of my fingers were crooked. They looked like sausages. I would probably never be able to use the hand again. It hadn’t been set or
A knock on the door startled me and I almost slipped. “Are you okay?”
A sob hung in my throat. “Um yeah.” I lied. I stepped out onto the bath mat. I got a towel out of the cabinet and wrapped it around me. I turned and stood in front of the mirror. I didn’t know the person looking back at me. It couldn’t be me. I had aged at least ten years. My face was gaunt, my hairfilled with gray and I was sallow, almost jaundiced looking. My ribs were beginning to protrude through my skin. I had never been thin. I had always wished I was, but the thinness in the mirror repulsed me. I was a shell of the woman I was.
The sob that was lodged in my throat let loose. I covered my mouth to block the sound. I turned sideways and let the towel drop. My back was a road map of scabs; a few of the cuts were full of puss and leaking. No wonder I was weak. My body was damaged. This captivity was rotting me from the inside out. I was dirty goods. I shoved the towel in my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. I was so worried about screaming I didn’t realize the room was spinning until I was on the floor and my jailer was trying to shake me awake again.
I awoke with one hand chained to the wall and the other beside me with an IV in my arm. I guess, he got it in. I hope he knew what the hell he was doing. My body was splintered and felt like it had been in a car wreck. An IV inserted by my mad admirer was a piece of cake, considering my other injuries. I focused my eyes and looked around the room. I was alone and naked under a sheet.
I heard footsteps above me and knew he was pacing. I don’t know what he was worried about, he wasn’t the one chained in a basement. I began to laugh hysterically. I didn’t know why that was so funny to mebut it was. I wish he was locked up down here, the fucker. Before I knew it I was laughing so hard tears were coming down my eyes. I heard the door open and I tried to quit laughing but couldn’t.
“What’s so funny?” He asked me. Under normal circumstances, he would be handsome. He had dark hair, green-blue eyes, cherub lips and great physique. The only problem was he was a crazy fucker.
I began to laugh even harder. “Why are you laughing?”
“I was just wondering why you were pacing up there and then I asked myself what you had to be worried about, you weren’t chained in a basement,” I explained between burst of laughter. “I don’t know why it is so funny but it made me laugh.” I didn’t even see the slap coming, but it knocked my head back and stopped my laughing. See, he’s crazy fucker.
“Why the hell did you do that?” I yelled and put my good hand to my cheek.
“It’s not nice to laugh at others, Ev,” he explained. “It really isn’t nice to laugh at someone who feeds you and medicates you.”
He had a point, I guess. The mentally unstable son of a bitch had a valid point. I hated him, but right now, I needed him so I could get strong and well.
“Point taken,” I told him.
He smiled. “No smart ass remarks?”
I wanted to knock the smile off his face. He looked like he had taught me something valuable.
“I really don’t feel like being a smart ass. I am sick and that is probably why I was laughing like that. Obviously, I am not myself.”
“No you aren’t.” he said and sat beside me on the bed. He lifted the sheet and placed his hand on my thigh. “I could make you feel better.”
My skin began to crawl. I didn’t want him touching me, but I couldn’t stop him. I had a broken hand, an IV in my arm and could do nothing; but instinct took over and I slammed my thighs together.
He gritted his teeth together. “Open your thighs or I could just rip this IV out and let you die in your own pus.” I relaxed a little. He put his finger inside me and began to caress me. He caressed and caressed but this time my body didn’t betray me. I faked it. When he was done he licked his fingers, he said: “I can’t wait for you to be better.”
I had to swallow vomit as I said. “Me too.”
I’m going to kill that insane motherfucker. I may not be over filled with hope, but I am over flowing with the need for vengeance! He lay down beside me and wrapped his arms around me. “My father would like you.” He told me. His voice was forlorn and far away. “He was a mean fucker, Ev. He was horrible. You are lucky he isn’t the one who locked you in this basement. He would have done far worse things to you than I have. Far worse.”
I swallowed as tears slid down my face. “I’m glad it’s you that has me.” I told him. I guess, I was sincere but I felt locked up in a cell from the depths of hell. My guard was a demon, high in Satan’s court. My nether regions felt on fire, my hand was numb and my brain was on fire. I was burning on the inside and knew I was going to die. I had to get out of here. I had to. “How was my son?” I asked.
He looked at me. “He looks like a strong boy. He was with the retarded man.”
“He’s not retarded. He has Down’s syndrome.” I told him. My skin crawling when he said the word “retarded”. I hated that word. He made Dug’s affliction sound so ugly and it was not. It was a beautiful thing to know Dug. “I’m glad my son and that man are friends.”
He looked at me. “Whatever.” He got up from the bed. He kissed my forehead as if he were the kindest of lovers. “I have to go upstairs. I will see you later.” He left and I turned to my side and wretched. After my stomach calmed down, I stood on the bed and began to work at loosening the bar on the window. I was going to get out. Vengeance was now my hope. I was going to see my son. I had more love for him than he would ever know. I was going to tell my parents how much I loved them and how sorry I was for disappointing them so much. I was going to get my life together and not be such a complete fool. I was going to get my master’s degree and visit all the places I had ever wanted to go. I was going to live a full life. I was going to have dinner with Ness and Dug again. I was going to pick up with my life and go on! Fuck it all, I was going to survive.