Waking up I look around drowsily, what happened? I blink slowly, the harsh artificial lighting stinging my eyes. Fresh tears blossom, where am I? A constant beeping slowly starts to register, making me turn and look around.
My heart races as a hiccup bubbles from my core, what’s going on? Seeing the machines I start to shake, is this some kind of new game? The beeping starts to quicken making tears finally fall from my eyes. The door opens, a man in scrubs steps in focusing on the clipboard in his hands.
I attempt to cry out, trying to open my mouth, only to realize I can’t. The man looks up stunned freezing in the doorway. Wanting to figure out what is keeping me from opening my mouth I try to lift my arm.
Crying harder my eyes dart down to my wrist, why are they cuffed to the bed? What’s happening? I feel myself crying harder as I frantically try to escape the new binds, what is this place? The machine is beeping like crazy, making my heart race, like it’s going to beat right out of my chest. “I need assistance in room 314.”
The man calls out into the hallway making me struggle more. What is this game? Why can’t they kill me already! “Is she awake? I want to see my daughter!” Freezing, my eyes widen as I snap my head up. Staring at the door in horror, who was that? That voice, I know that voice. The beeping has lost its rhythm, lost its importance.
“Don’t touch me! I want to see my daughter now! Move out of the way!” The voice screams, making me shrink back into the bed. No, this has to be a trick. They couldn’t have caught her, it’s impossible. The man in the doorway turns, getting pushed out of the way by a tall womanly figure.
Her brown hair trimmed to shoulder length, warm brown eyes, her round features familiar. Is this a trick? My eyes dart behind her, trying to see where my captors are, they have to be holding her hostage.
There’s no other excuse, where are they? Where are we? I’ve never seen this room, or this man. Why is she here? Daddy never would’ve let her go to be caught by these people. “Oh Angel, Mommy’s here. Mommy’s got you now.” My eyes flicker back to hers, what?
Before I can flinch, move, or process anything my mom strides over dropping onto the bed wrapping her arms around me. She lets out a sound of pain, what have they done to her? I let my head fall to her shoulder, burying my face into her neck.
I might as well enjoy this small amount of comfort before they come in to ruin it all. Closing my eyes I take a deep breath, she smells like her favorite perfume and my Daddy’s cologne. How did they get her away from him? Away from my brothers?
“I see you are awake.” Hearing an unfamiliar man’s voice has me jerking away from my mother, shaking like a leaf. Widening my eyes I stare at the man in a white coat, and a strange outfit. What is he wearing? I’ve never seen them wear something like this.
My mother shifts back looking at me with a pained expression, happiness settles in her eyes. “It’s ok Angel, you’re at the hospital.” She soothes me, making my eyebrows pinch together. That’s not possible, I shake my head slowly, trying to open my mouth once more, whimpering in pain.
She shakes her head, grabbing my hand, keeping me from jerking against the restraints. “Honey, you can’t talk right now. Please settle down some, I don’t want to see them putting more drugs into you.” She shakes her head, her eyes glittering with pain.
Am I hurting her? I stop moving, sinking into the bed. I’m confused, worried that this is all just a trick. “Do you remember anything?” The man in the white coat asks, making me tense and try to shrink away from the man. His question gets me thinking, what do I remember?
Dropping my gaze to my lap I feel ashamed, I remember a man making me pleasure him to earn dinner. I was so hungry, all I wanted was something to eat. I didn’t do it correctly, the man took his pleasure, like always.
I was getting my punishment, like normal. I think a man came in, I had seen him around the basement before, he never harmed me. I think he hurt the man using me to take his pleasure. What did he do after that?
My head starts to hurt as I try to remember what happened before after that. “A woman found you in a car, it had crashed you were behind the wheel. The police brought you in, that’s when we got the call. I knew my little Angel wasn’t dead.”
I lift my head seeing my mother’s teary eyed smile. I feel like I’m in a daze as the man goes on to explain things to my mother and I. I don’t know what he’s talking about, I’m still stuck on the fact that I’m not in that place, with those people.
My mother takes off the padded restraints staring at my wrists. “What did they do to you?” She whispers making me look down, I know she doesn’t expect an answer, the doctor told her his assumptions. Leaving out the sexual assault, or maybe she already knows.
My mom climbs into the bed with me, holding me to her. Is this real? Closing my eyes I fall asleep, not wanting to wake up back in that place. I’m unable to fight sleep, I feel so tired, so lost. I don’t know how much time passes before I’m awoken by a loud sharp noise, jerking up I automatically go into fight or flight.
Hitting the closest thing to me, a warm body, panting hard, the machine releases loud and unsteady beats. “Angel, honey, calm down. It was just a chair, your brother dropped it. You’re ok?”
My head snaps towards the voice of my mother, realizing I just hurt her. I see the reddening mark on her arm making tears come to my eyes. I just hit my mother. My hand shakes as I reach for the mark getting a sad smile from her.
“It’s ok honey, you’re safe.” The machine settles, the beeping not nearly as repetitive. Falling against my mother’s body I try to wrap my arms around her, hiding from my reality. Am I like them? The thought strikes more nerves than I thought would be possible.
“I didn’t mean it. It slipped, I’m sorry.” One of my brother’s trail off, upset by his actions.
“Son, it’s alright. Mistakes happen, you both are just going to have to be more careful around your sister.” I hear my Daddy’s strong voice, and I shake. The things they made me do, how can I ever face my family again? New tears roll down my face, my mother runs her fingers through my hair carefully.
“What happened to her dad?” My other brother asks, the twins were-are? I remember them being glued at the hip, are they still like that? What are they doing? I’ve missed so much it doesn’t seem real.
“I’m not sure boys, bad people did bad things to Angel.” Daddy responds, making me hide my face in my mother’s shoulder again. Inhaling her familiar scent.
“They got caught, right dad?” I hear a sigh, making me shiver. What happened? I don’t remember being put in a car, was it the man that hurt the one taking pleasure? I tried not to learn names, it hurt more. Where is that man? I wonder if he made it out alive.
“Does she remember anything?” Daddy asks my mom, earning a sigh from her.
“I’m not sure, her jaw is wired shut. They just allowed me to take off the restraints. You’ve seen the scars, are we sure we really want to know what happened?” My mom’s question makes me tense, I feel the need to answer with a slow head shake.
They don’t need to know, I don’t want to see the look of disgust that’s bound to be in their eyes. I had to do nasty things for food, for water, to survive. My family would be disgusted and ashamed of me.
“I’m just happy my little girl is home, we’ve missed you.” Daddy says close to my head, his hand gently touching my head. Making me squeeze my eyes shut a new round of pain settles in my chest.
How do I know that this isn’t some sick and twisted trick? I hear a knock on the door, and I automatically try to hide. I don’t want to know, I hate knowing. Daddy Sighs, before calling for them to enter.
“Good evening Mr and Mrs. Smith, we wanted to ask your daughter some questions.” I turn my head carefully seeing two men in uniform Police written across their vests.
“She should be resting, not answering questions.” One of the men sigh shaking his head.
“I’m sorry to have to do this, she’s our only lead to find a missing member of our unit.” My father stops staring at the men, making me look between them. I’m the only lead?” The partner looks towards me catching my eyes, and takes the chance to flip the paper he was holding. My eyes widen as I scan the paper, I’ve seen him.
“He’s an undercover cop, have you seen this man?” My father looks at me then back at the paper. I watch as his eyebrow raises, confused with this interaction. I slowly nod, afraid that I’ll be punished for something.
“He helped you, didn’t he?” Staring at the picture I nod once again, leaning against my mother. He’s the man who hurt the first one. I don’t remember anything else after that. The guy looks at his partner, his expression changing. “We need to talk with the sergeant.” Looking between the two I start to shake, what is that supposed to mean?
“What the hell does that mean? Do you know something?” Daddy snarls at them, making me flinch, I hate hearing angry voices. Turning my face away from everyone I try to bury myself under my mother. I don’t want to hear anymore! I feel myself shaking against my mother even as she wraps her arms around me. Trying to sooth away my worries.
“We have our speculations about where your daughter was being held.” I hear a sigh even as footsteps walk away, they knew? Why didn’t someone come and find me? That’s not fair! Tears roll down my cheeks in streams.
“What are you going to do about it! You can’t let those bastards get away with what they did to my little girl.” My father raises his voice, making me cry harder, the machine starts to beep crazily again, the sound only scaring me more.
What is that thing? My breathing quickens making me struggle to breath. Wheezing I ball my hands into fist, I’m used to these strange attacks, squeezing my eyes shut I feel light headed.
“Angel, you need to calm down. It’s ok.” I can’t focus on the hands, or the slowly muffling voices.
“Ma’am I’m going to need to sedate her. She can’t be doing this.” Hearing a man’s voice talking about sedating me, makes me wail. Forcing as much sound past my lips as possible. I don’t want that! Bad things always happen, trying to force myself away from the voice, and over my mother.
My arm is grabbed and held still a pinch in my arm, crying harder I shake, black dots dancing in my vision. I finally slip away from it all hearing the pained cries of my family, I’m sure it’s all a nightmare anyways. I’ll never get away from those people.