I'm not sure how long I sobbed and pleaded with Jack to let Erin out of that room. All night, I crushed my body against the door, my ear against it, trying to hear anything I could. Erin's muffled cries were all I could hear. I cried my heart out and slammed my fist against the door, thinking it would magically open, but it didn't. I cried for my best friend, unsure what he was doing to her.
Since Jack walked out of the closet, Erin had been silent. He left her laying on that dreadful mattress and did not really say anything to me. I must have fallen asleep against the door since I didn't hear them wake up. I ended up falling inside the room when he opened it, and I was shocked awake. I crawled towards Erins as soon as my eyes latched on her and saw the situation she was in.
"What the hell did you do to her?" As he walked past me, I screamed. He strolled out of the little room wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and carried his other clothing, not even looking down.
"I'm going to make breakfast." He snarled. Before punching the code into the door and slamming it shut behind him, that was the only thing he said.
I do not even know what I had even expected him to say but god damn it. He could have said something! He could have said he did not hurt her, because I looked at Erin's still form and for a moment, I thought she was dead.
"Erin?" I sobbed, as I ran my fingertips across her face. On the side of her cheek, a red handprint appears. "Are you okay? Erin?"
She doesn't have any clothing on. I gradually dressed her as my eyes welled up with tears. I hurriedly shoved her shorts up her legs and covered her as tears streamed down my cheeks. I looked for her shirt for a few minutes before slipping it over her head and covering her upper half.
What the hell did he do to my best friend? Even though I pressed my ear to the door all night, I did not hear anything but her soft cries and I heard her cry out once but she did not do it again.
God just please let my best friend be okay. I can not let something happen to her, I can't leave this place alone. I would never be able to face my life without her, I would never be able to face our parents without her.
"Erin! It's me. It's Ava, and I'm here. You're all right now. I've got you." I gently pulled her body up and leaned her head against my shoulder, whispering to her. "Erin, answer me please. You are scaring me!" I snapped, ready to lose my shit if she doesn't answer me.
"Ava?" She muttered so softly, that I barely heard her.
As I drew her closer, her body shuddered against mine.
"What did he do?" I whimper, my body heaving and trembling. I searched her body with my hands and eyes, looking for any more marks.
"He made me take off my clothes." She sobbed, and I felt her tears fall against my shoulder.
How could he do this to her? I mean I knew he was insane, obviously he has us here pretending to be his dolls. I just can't wrap my head around all this. It's getting to be too much.
He raped her!
"Did he hurt you?" I asked her softly as I ran my fingers through her tangled hair, and rocked our bodies back and forth. "Erin, I am sorry. I tried to get inside. I swear." I sobbed.
I don't want her to think that I did not try my hardest to help her. I did not leave her. I slept against that door, praying it would open up soon. I was scared out of my mind, not knowing what he was doing to her all night until my eyes lost the fight and closed.
"No. No. He didn't hurt me. I suppose he was gentle, but Ava, I didn't want it to happen. I did not have a choice! He threatened you." She sobbed and wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me hard.
He used me against her?
I look down at my best friend and remorse fills my body, the guilt crashing into me like a damn train and I can't suck in a deep enough breath. She let him do whatever he wanted in order to keep me safe.
"Erin, what did he say?" I asked, as I kissed the top of her head with my mouth. With each cry she sheds, my heart breaks.
"He'd kill you, Ava. I had no choice but to do what he wanted! It's all my fault that you're here with him. So he wouldn't kill you, I had to do whatever he wanted! I have to protect you! You're my best buddy." Her body shivered and clutched around mine, as she cried louder into my neck.
"Erin, I am so sorry. Erin, you didn't have to do that for me!" I sighed, and whimpered. I can't believe she let him do that all because of me. She let him rape her because she didn't want him to kill me. "Erin! It's not your fault. Please don't believe it. Jack is fucking insane. He belongs in a psychiatric facility. He kidnapped us. It is he who is to blame, not you! You did not need to do that for me bestie." I whispered.
"You'd do the same for me bestie" She muttered.
She is right. I'd do it. I'd do everything to help my closest friend, and it breaks my heart that she had to go through that because he used our friendship against her.
"Let's get you out of here." I told her and gently helped her to her feet, wrapping my arms around her to keep her from falling.
"Yes, please." She sobbed, her body sinking against mine, prompting me to tighten my arms around her. I'm not going to let her fall; after everything she's been through last night, I'm not going to let her get hurt again.
"Let's get you to bed, and you can rest." I tell her, but she becomes agitated.
"No. No. Ava, I don't want to lay down right now. Just please help me to the couch. I promise I'm fine." She spoke in hushed tones, and motioned to the couch with a trembling finger.
Slowly, I led us to the couch, where I helped her sit down before taking a seat next to her. I never let go of her in my arms. She needed to know I was right here for her.
"I'm truly sorry, Ava." She said, closing her eyes and relaxing back on the couch. I see tears clinging to her lashes, and each one breaks my heart. "We've become prisoner for an insane man all because of me, all of our life plans have been shattered."
"Please, don't say that. One day, we'll be able to leave. We will not be here forever. We'll get away one day. I promise. I'm not going to give up, and you're not allowed to either, Erin." I tell her sharply, pressing my forehead against hers and forcing her to pay attention to what I'm saying.
I'm not sure how we'll do it, or when we'll be able to accomplish it, but one day my best friend and I will be free.
We aren't dolls.
We are both real women who will not give up our attempts to escape and accept our roles as dolls. In the meantime, we'll have to pretend to be perfect dolls for Jack, but I guarantee he'll pay for it one day.