When I awoke, I could feel my arms tied tight and my eyes swollen from my tears. My head pounded, my heart raced and my cheek was bruised and stung There were bruises up and down my arms. I was grabbed out of the car and led into a house. I could hear a commotion of voices ahead, I could smell smoke and alcohol as soon as we entered. I was shoved down to sit on the floor, I can’t figure out what’s going on. There are people everywhere. I can feel my breaths getting shorter and shorter. I closed my eyes, afraid of what might be coming.
“I want her!”
“Me! I call dibs!”
I can hear them yelling as someone pushed my shoulders down, making me lay flat on the floor and got on top of me.
“Oh yeah, I think she’s mine first!”
“No! Please, please let me go!” I tried to beg. I kicked and again felt a hard smack to my cheek.
“Fucking be still, bitch!” His fist slammed into my face, I could feel the blood running down my nose.
Michael walked into the room and he could see the girl lying on the floor while the others surrounded her like vultures. He wanted to walk away, but knew he couldn’t. She looked different then the other girls here. She had no makeup on, no visible tattoos, looked like the typical girl next door. He hated the way they treated the girls here.
“Don’t!” she shouted again as he taunted her, grabbing at her blouse. “You like it rough, uh? I can do that!” He easily flipped her onto her stomach and used his one arm to prop her bottom up pulling her pants down. He began to unzip his with the other free hand, Michael knew he had to intervene.
“Hey! Whoah! Hold on, what the fuck, no one invited me to meet the new girl?” he shouted as he pushed through the crowd and gave Tony a shove away from the girl.
I quickly pulled my pants back up as I still laid on the floor, I used my shirt to try and stop my nose from bleeding. I heard a voice say, “Alright Michael, go ahead!” That man was mean looking, full of tattoos and piercings with a blue bandana across his bald head. The others seemed to listen to him immediately.
He straddled over me, with his legs around my waist. He leaned in close to my neck, I heard a faint whisper in my ear, “I won’t hurt you, trust me,” he said as he kissed my ear and then my cheek, he sat up above me, grabbed my hand and I felt his finger lightly rub the inside of my palm. My eyes opened to see him; brown eyed, unshaven face, brown shoulder length hair. His eyes were pierced with mine.
I didn’t speak. I could only keep my eyes locked on his. I don’t know why but, I stopped hearing any of the others around us. I saw them as a blurred vision, almost like a dream. I felt myself lifted to my feet and heard this stranger say, “I don’t need an audience and I don’t share.”
One of the guys rushed toward Michael as to block him from leaving with me, Michael said, “I got this Tommy,” yet, Tommy didn’t move an inch. The two starred each other down as Michael yelled, “I said I fucking got this!” Tommy stepped aside, saying nothing.
Michael untied me in the hallway and quickly grabbed my hand and I felt the same little rubbing sensation inside the palm of my hand as before. I’m afraid to let go, knowing what’s behind me, and not sure if I should be afraid of what’s ahead of me. In the distance, I could hear others shouting, “Oh yeah, you tell him Michael.”
“You go man!” they cheered for him.
He lead us up a stairwell, through a door and into a bedroom. Quickly, he brought me through another door which opened up to a bathroom. I heard the door slam behind us, he let go of me, turned on a small radio and then leaned in and turned on the shower water.
“What’s your name?” he asked, standing in front of me.
“Allison,” I whispered.
“Look at me!” he commanded. “You do drugs? Huh?” He grabbed my arm and pulled up the sleeves of my shirt, searching for any needle marks.
“Good, make sure you keep it that way. Take your clothes off,” he commanded, as he started to undress himself.
“No!” I said.
“You want to go back downstairs?” He snapped.
“No,” I said again.
“Do it quick, lets go!”
I started to unbutton my shirt, what choice did I have? He took my hand in his, softly this time, leaned in to whisper in my ear, “I’m not going to hurt you, trust me.” Again I felt his finger rub my palm. He removed the rest of his clothes and stood naked holding the shower curtain open as he waited for me to undress. I did, as the tears still poured down my face.
The water felt like stinging rain drops on my swollen cheek. I closed my eyes and let the water run down my entire body, not facing him. He came up close behind me, whispered in my ear, “Listen to me, I’m only going to say this once,” he turned me around to face him, “pretty soon those guys, they’re gonna wanna know exactly what happened up here. You understand?”
“Yes,” I lied.
“You are gonna need to convince every idiot down there, that we fucked and that you enjoyed it.”
I didn’t move, I didn’t say anything but continued to lock eyes with his, not able to fight back my tears, as he continued.
“As of right now, you will be mine, only mine. When we are downstairs you say nothing unless asked a question, you don’t look directly at anyone, but me, and you stay close to me, got it?” He grabbed my chin.
“Yes, I got it,” I whispered to him.
He handed me the shampoo bottle and motioned for the soap. I turned away from him and began to wash. I didn’t know what was happening right now.
“It’s gonna be ok,” he whispered after awhile.
Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed open and so did the shower curtain. Michael quickly pulled me to his chest burying my face in his armpit and he held me tight. “Whoa! What the fuck, can’t I get a little privacy!”
“We just heard there’s a new chick! Came to check her out and see if when your done, you might think about sharing, cause you know it’s not really nice of you not to let us have a little too. We’re tired of the same old pussy here.” Two drunk guys stood glaring at me.
“Hell, you think she wants you assholes...when she has me?” Michael taunted with them.
“That’s your mistake,” he continued, “see, I know how to make a woman want me, I don’t have to force her. It’s true, aint it baby, your starting to like me already aren’t you?” He grabbed my chin up to look at him.
I shook my head, “Yes.”
“Awh, hell Michael! You gonna have to teach us how you do that man!” they laughed.
“Get the hell out of here!” Michael shoved the shower curtain closed, quickly he grabbed my chin and put his finger over his mouth motioning for me to be quite. I tried not to make a sound, but shortly after hearing the bathroom door shut, my body sunk to the shower floor, I put my head between my knees and vomited.
“Fuck,” Michael said under his breath as he grabbed the shower head, rinsed the tub out and then sat down as he straddled me between his legs and held me. We sat for a long time saying nothing. The shower trickled down on my shaken body.
“Come on,” I heard, as Michael swooped me up, grabbed a towel, dried us off, then laid me down in his bed. He walked to the other side, turned out the light, layed down, again saying nothing.
The next time I opened my eyes the sun was shining through the window, startled, I sat up as I remembered where I was. I could see him lying next to me asleep. My instincts told me to run, but I was afraid of what would be waiting downstairs. While I haven’t figured out Michael yet, I decided he was my best option for right now. As weird as it sounds, somehow I felt safest with him.
He rolled over towards me and I quickly laid back down very still. He let out a sigh, almost as if he were disappointed to see me next to him. “Hey,” he said as he reached for me. Instinctively, I jerked away, guarding my body with my arms across my chest in protection of what might be coming. He grabbed my arm tight and literally yanked me up and dragged me into the bathroom again. “ Your hurting me!” I said.
In the bathroom, he turned on the radio again, opened the shower curtain and motioned for me to get in, again. Inside the shower, he grabbed both of my cheeks tight, he came right up to my face, in a quite but almost growling voice, he said, “You better never jump like that again and loose the tears! What did I tell you last night? You want everyone to know your mine, don’t forget it! If they even think I don’t have control over you, then I can’t help you!” I don’t have time for this, what the fuck did I do? he thought to himself.
I couldn’t figure out what his plan was or what he wanted from me.
“You understand me?” he said firmly.
“Yes,” I lied again, afraid of how angry he was becoming.
“Damn it, ok, we are gonna get dressed and go downstairs. Keep your mouth shut, eyes down. They will be watching us!”
“Do we have to go down, please….” I tried to explain but he just glared at me and already I knew, I’d better stop talking.
Michael noticed my clothes were still on the bathroom floor from last night, torn and dirty. He walked out and grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt and then said, “Put these on.” I gladly did.
What the hell was I thinking? Michael thought to himself. Why the hell did I get involved? His mind raced as he threw on his jeans and t-shirt, She is gonna blow this whole thing up! He watched her dress, she was trying hard to fight back her tears. She did seem to have a “nice girl” image. His instincts were usually right. A knock at the door startled him, he glanced at Allison, put his finger over his mouth, telling her to be quiet and opened the door.
“Have you lost your mind! You’d better fix this fast, I mean it!” Tommy whispered, but I could hear him as I waited in the bathroom.
“I got it,” Michael said, as he closed the door on him. “Let’s go.” He motioned for my hand.
I did as he said, for now and followed him.