The Loudest Silence

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Every bone in my body ached. It wasn’t like this was Rick’s first time beating me senselessly, yet this time it felt like my body knew it was on it’s last straw. My endurance for his abuse had dimmed, and my body knew it.

My head felt groggy as I forced myself to wake up. I had felt my consciousness regaining earlier, and had prayed to myself that the events in the last 24 hours were a mere nightmare. As my eyes adjusted to the dark empty room around me, I was torn back into my sick reality.

Nothing was a dream. It had all really happened.

Roman and I were going to escape Rick.

Rick had discovered everything.

And I stood up to Rick for the first time in my life.

It hadn’t ended the way I wanted to, but a piece of me was content with myself. I had done the one thing that I had been wanting to do for nearly a decade. I did it for myself. For the years stolen from me. For the pain and suffering he inflicted on me. And for the little girl whose life he had poisoned.

My head felt heavy, but I fought against the throbbing sensation in my temple, and lifted my head. I attempted to pull the stray hairs from my face, but failed, not realizing that I was no longer lying on the floor.

I was seated upright in an old wooden chair. My arms and hands were bound to the armrests of the chair, along with my ankles. I felt the panic begin to settle in, as my breathing grew more labored. My eyes flew across every corner in the dark room, where the only source of light came from outside where a street lamp illuminated the dark street.

I attempted to pull my arms upward, in hopes that maybe a small portion of the rope was loosely tied, but failed as the rigid ends of the rope grazed against my exposed skin. I attempted once again, trying to keep myself from making any noise that would alert anyone.

I held back a hiss of pain as my bruised skin once again scraped against the rope, as I put all my force into breaking myself free. I felt defeat wash over me, as I slumped back into my chair. Rick had beaten me to unsocnciousness before, but he always left me in the same place. I had never been tied to anything, and a part of me knew it was because of his discovery about Roman and I.

Before I could brace myself to try and break free once again, I felt loud footsteps approaching the room I was in. Not wanting to face Rick or his men, I dropped my head downward, and shut my eyes. I forced myself to control my breathing as the door creaked open. Slow footsteps approached from behind me, and I held my breath as they rounded my chair before settling in front of me.

The anonymous person didn’t make a sound as they stood silently over me. I remained still as I listened to their footsteps walking somewhere else in the room before returning and setting something down.

Something deep down told me that this person wasn’t Rick. It had to be one of his men, but I was curious as to who he would send into the room, and for what?

I heard the person let out a loud sigh as they settled down into what I’m assuming was a chair.

“You can stop pretending now.” The deep voice resonated in the room as my stomach dropped. I felt my heartbeat accelerate at his words, but forced myself to remain still. He couldn’t possibly know that I was awake. I had barely made a sound earlier, unless he had been watching from the doorway the entire time.

Regardless, I remained still in my seat as he let out a small chuckle. There was no humor behind the chuckle, and instead felt like it was mocking me in a way. I didn’t recognize the voice, but I knew it had to be one of Rick’s men. They rarely spoke to me, so there wasn’t any way for me to narrow the choices. I could only do that once I actually looked at the person sitting in front of me.

“Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.” He finally said after a brief pause, and before I could register his words, I felt his rough hands grip my chin tightly, as he forced my head upward. My eyes flew open, and met with a pair of empty brown ones.

His grip was tight, and I could feel my jaw beginning to ache as I tried to pull free from him. He wore a twisted smirk on his face as he edged his face closer to mine. Although I didn’t know all of Rick’s men, I had a general idea of who was who. But I didn’t recognize this guy. I don’t know if it as because my head was spinning, or the throbbing pain in my temple that only continued to intensify, but I was having trouble recognizing him. He had a bit of a 5 o’clock shadow on his face, and appeared to be around his early twenties.

“Ah see, I knew you had woken up.” He humorlessly said as he continued to hold my chin in his hand. If I had any doubt that he was mocking me earlier, it had been confirmed by now. He wore a sadistic smirk on his face as he waited for me to say anything. On the outside, he appeared like a normal guy, someone who you wouldn’t take a second glance at in the street. But I could see the glint in his eyes that indicated otherwise. And if that wasn’t enough indication, him working with Rick was a dead giveaway about the type of person he was.

“Let go of me.” I gritted, as I tried to pull my face out of his grip. I didn’t know what he had planned for me, but I wasn’t going down without a fight. I hadn’t come this far just to give up now, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be to one of Rick’s minions.

“But where’s the fun in that?” He pretended to pout, as he kept a firm grip on me still.

Ignoring his comment, I began to fiddle around in my seat. I could see his smile falter a bit at my continuous efforts at escaping. I was sure that he excepted me to simply back down and obey whatever he said, but I had nothing to lose anymore. If I was going down, it wouldn’t be without a fight.

He let out a small tsk as he finally let go of my chin and pushed my face away from him. I watched as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest, a small smile playing at his lips.

“You’re tougher than I expected.” He admitted as I watched him quietly with narrowed eyes. I didn’t know what his intentions were, but I also didn’t want to find out. If there was one thing these past few hours had taught me, it was that Rick and his men were capable of anything.

“Who the hell are you?” I finally spoke up, the same edge in my voice I had when I had spoken to Rick earlier.

The man raised a brow at me, before letting out a small laugh and leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees.

“I don’t think it’s my true identity you should be worried about discovering.” He cryptically answered as he watched my face for any response. His words didn’t make any sense, and I didn’t have the time nor patience to decipher what he meant.

“What are you talking about?” I shot out another question, as he stared at me with an unknown gaze.

It was silent for a few moments before he cleared his throat and stood up. I watched his movements careful as he began to take slow steps in front of me.

“Your boy Mason has a lot of secrets. Secrets that could change everything between the two of you.” He slowly said as he continued to walk slowly around me.

I didn’t say anything but I felt my stomach curl at his words. More specially, I felt my stomach curl at the mention of Mason’s name.

How did he know who Mason was? Had Rick told him?

The man had mentioned that Mason had secrets, but I didn’t know what he meant. A part of me wanted to push him to elaborate, but the rational side of me told me not the listen to anything he was saying. For all I knew, he could be spewing random things to get a rise out of me.

As much as I wanted to ignore what he said, I couldn’t help but wonder how this man knew Mason.

And whether Mason also knew him.

I could feel my stomach slightly drop that the possibility that Mason could be involved with my father.

Was it possible that this was the secret this man was talking about?

No. It couldn’t be possible. I knew the type of person Mason was, and there wasn’t any way he could be affiliated with someone as sick and twisted as Rick.

Besides, if he was associated with Rick, there’s no way Roman and I wouldn’t have noticed.

Hundreds of questions and thoughts infiltrated my mind, as I heard the man let out a small laugh.

“But then again, you would know a thing or two about secrets, right Isabella? After all, you’ve been living a lie for the past few months.” He mocked as I narrowed my eyes.

“You don’t know me.” I bit out, as he let out another laugh, this one more loud and obnoxious than the last.

“I know enough to know that you play a character during the day, and become your fathers minion at night.” He shot back at me as he stopped in front of me. I could feel the anger inside me flare at his words as I glared up at him.

I was sick and tired of being painted as one of Rick’s minions. I was nothing like those people. I never would be.

“I was forced into this life. You willingly chose it. We are not the same.” I threw back at his face, feeling a ping of satisfaction at the anger that washed over his expression. I had hit a nerve with that comment.

He quickly masked his irritation with a small smirk as he knelt down so that we were eye level with one another. “It’s a shame that this is the life you’ll always be stuck with though.” His face grew closer to mine as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Because while I may have chosen this lifestyle, I can leave whenever I want. You can’t say the same.” He said, his eyes watching my face for any reaction. I kept my expressions neutral despite the war that was ensuing in my mind.

“Who are you.” I whispered out once again as he stopped in front of me. I was expecting him to simply laugh in my face, and mockingly answer me, but I watched as he stood back up on his feet before looking down at me.

“What? You don’t remember me? I’m hurt, Isabella.”

Confusion washed over me as I looked him over once more. Despite not recognizing him the first time around, as I looked closer at him, something in me told me that I had seen him before. He was oddly familiar, but not in the sense that we had ever met, but just that I had seen him before in passing.

Before I had the chance to say anything else, he began making his way towards the door. My words died in my throat as I heard the door open.

“I’ll be back in a few hours. It’s a big night tonight, and Rick expects you to be on your best behavior.” Were his parting words before the door slammed behind him, the faint sound of a lock clicking in place soon after.

Letting out a deep breath, I tried to gather my thoughts as my mind mulled over everything he had said.

I didn’t know how long I sat there, thinking of what he had said about Mason, what possible secrets he could have, and reevaluating every interaction I had ever had with anyone on campus that reminded me of the man.

It wasn’t until a few hours later that the wheels in my mind began to spin . A dark feeling settled into the pit of my stomach as realization washed over me.

I finally realized why the man’s face had been so familiar.

It was the same man I had seen at Brielle’s dinner.

The same man Mason had mentioned was his best friend.



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