Eve batch 8

Eve
Chapter Seventeen.
*Back to Eve’s point of view*
“James! James! where are you taking me to? let me out of this car this instant” I banged at the do or as i shouted at James.
“Shut up b—h, i am just getting started with you” James yelled, hitting the steering in anger.
We were driving through the woods, I didn’t know where we were going and i was scared.
After James showed me his true side, i felt more vulnerable and weak.
I regretted leaving Alberto. At least i knew what Alberto was capable of but with James i didn’t.
I grabbed my hair in frustration. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes but i held them back. I couldnt let James see me cry.
I felt helpless.
I felt lonely.
Betrayed.
Foolish.
For the first time in my life i wanted Alberto to come.
James stopped, and i turned to see a small cabin in a clearing away from the woods. The wh0le place was des**ted, no one was here. There was no house around, only just the small wood house, and trees.
“I use to come here with my dad for hunting every summer holiday” James smiled.
“Please James, I want to go back, i don’t like this place. Its creepy” I said looking at the dense forest.
“No Eve, we would stay here, me and you. Alone with no disturbance” James chuckled, opening the door and getting out.
I still looked at the house, it was dark, lonely and scary, i didn’t want to go in there. So i stayed in the car.
But James had other plans, he came to my side opened the door and dragged me out.
“No, please. I don’t want to go in there” I cried trying to get away from his grasp.
“Come here b—h, we are going to have a nice time here” He pulled me h-rder.
He opened the door and i could barely see the room. Pitch darkness.
I shivered in fear as he pulled me in,side.
“Let me put on the generator” He announced. “Stay here, i would be back soon”
“No please let me come with you, i’m afraid of the dark” I said gripping James arm as i tried to go out with him.
I wanted to go with James, I couldn’t stay here alone, in the dark.
“Stay here Eve!” James roared. “Get off me!”
But instead i held unto James h-rder, the darkness was too intense.
He pushed me hærd and i fell, hitting my head on a hærd surface.
I scre-med and James locked the door.
No..No. No.
“James! please let me out!” I shouted but no one answered.
My heart race increased and i shivered. The darkness was thick, i could almost touch it.
Fear consumed my soul and i banged on the door, tried the door knob but nothing worked.
I scre-med when i thought something touched me but it was only the curtains. I guess.
I was in fear, shivering, lost in this pitch darkness .
When i heard a noise, i scre-med again.
My mind wondered to many thoughts.
What was that? Monsters? Have they come to eat me?
I tried to keep silent as i listened h-rder.
Nothing.
I could hear nothing else.
I sat on the floor and sobbed.
I wanted to get away from here.
I needed to get back to Alberto.
I needed to get away from James.
Just then, the lights ignited.
James had put on the generator and my fear vanished when the darkness was driven away. I hear d a noise again and i looked at the direction it came from and saw a very small mouse.
I sighed in relief. And looked at my environment. I was in the sitting room. It was beautiful, three couches, a big tv, cool air came from the air conditioner. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, shining brightly.
I saw a corridor and walked through it looking at some pictures on the wall. They were pictures of little James. His mom and dad. They were all smiling at the camera.
I continued walking and came across a door, i opened it and saw a room. Neat. A huge bed, a small TV and air conditioner. A huge wardrobe also rested on the wall.
I felt someone breathe on my neck and i turned around to see James.
He was looking at me hungrily. I needed to get a way from here.
“Please James i want to go back to Alberto” I announced.
James face changed instantly. Turning to anger.
“Never mention that bastard name here again. I brought you here, so we could get away from him. To stay with me. We would get married and have kids”
Was he insane?
“I can never marry you James. Is that the same thing you told Jane before she took her own life? Is this what you told her that made her take her own life” I said, speaking with courage.
“Don’t you dare put Jane into this! I loved her”
“No! you were obsessed with her, you killed her. You are a monster James not Alberto”
James just laughed coming closer to me, i took a step back..My courage crumbling down immediately.
“You want to know who a monster is? I would sh ow you one” James grabbed me and forcefully k-ssed me.
I struggled out of his grasp but it was no use.
In a few minutes my clothes were already torn from my body and James had thrown me to the bed .
I was already in tears. “No James, please i beg you. Please!” I begged. This was happening again, first with Alberto now James.
He laughed and unbuckled his clothes too, getting on top of me.
I tried to push him away as i turned and turned, trying to get away but my efforts were all useless.
My pleads fell on deaf ears.
And when James plunged into me, i scre-med in pain. The pain came with scre-ming and i cried .
“James, please! stop! i beg of you!” I begged.
But James seemed to be in a land of pleasure as he took me in.
He touched me everywhere, from my face, br-asts, stomach, h¡ps. He touched me everywhere, squeezing and feeling.
I scre-med in pain when he plunged again. The pains were unbearable compared to Alberto’s.
This was far worse..Far painful.
James k-ssed me again, almost tearing my l-ips and he forces himself into me.
I struggled.
scre-med.
Cried.
Cursed.
Turned.
But to no avail. James continued and the pains grew intense.
He was laughing, smiling down at me, touching, plunging.
Seconds bled into minutes and hours. But James never stopped..He kept taking me.
I thought of Alberto.
I wanted him here.
I needed him here with me as my life flashed before my eyes.
Alberto. I could see him. Waiting for me in front of a bright light.
He was calling out to me, and i could see myself running out to meet him. I was in a white gown.
But as i was running to meet him, someone dragged me back and it was James.
My vision was tainted black.
James dragged me away as Alberto ran after us.
I was trapped with James. As he got off me, he walked into the bathroom not before saying. “Never mention Alberto’s name ever again..He is not going to come for you. You are trapped with me forever, Eve”
He smiled and went away leaving me in pains, i bleed..I cried.
Thinking.
Hoping.
Praying.
That Alberto would come to save me.
Chapter Eighteen.
*Now Alberto’s point of view*
I felt myself surrounded by darkness.
Being trapped in my mind for a long time.
Being trapped in my subconscious.
Here i felt helpless. Weak.
But when i opened my eyes, white light surrounded me, i shut back my eyes.
And tried to sit up, i opened them again and adjusted it to the lights as i looked around.
Hospital.
Various machine surrounded me. Beeping.
How did i get here?
I tried to remember but nothing came, all i got was a very serious migraine and i shut my eyes in pain.
I was sore all over. My head f—–g hurts. My ribs bandaged up even my left arm was broken. What happenned?
A doctor ran in looking shocked.
“Mr Santiago?” He asked, he looked like he was in his early fifties. He was wearing a white coat slightly opened which showed his blue shirt.
I looked at him inquisitivly as he took a survey at the machines and sighing in relief.
“I see you’ve woken up after a long time” He smiled flashing a torch on my eyes. “Please follow the ray of light”
Woken up after a long time?
How long had i been here?
How did i get here?
Questions filled my mind. But my mouth wouldnt open to ask.
I tried talking but i just couldnt hear my voice, the doctor noticing my trials just smiled at me tapping my shoulders lightly.
“Its ok Mr Santiago, you wont be able to talk, for now. Your brain is still trying to recover from the damage done to it in the accident”
Accident?
Was i involved in an accident?
He gave me a pen and a book. “Write whatever you want to say here” He said, picking up a stethos cope and checking my heart beat.
I quickly wrote. How did i get here?
“Mr Santiago, you have suffered what we call as elective memory loss. That means in the cause of your accident, you had a serious brain damage, which has erased a particular event, or someone, or thing from your mind. The brain damage also affected your ability to speak”
I gasped. I had forgotten something, someone. Who?
And i wouldnt be able to talk again?
“Calm down Mr Santiago, your heart rate just picked up. The good thing is you would still be able to talk, just give it a few hours and your brain would finally bring out your voice. But the worst part is your memory may never be recovered. That mea ns whatever your brain has wiped off may not return back to you. You may forget it forever”
What?
My brain has wiped out something, someone from my mind?
There is something i dont remember, or someone ?
No, No. This was bad.
What if that person was really special to me? And i needed to remember?
I quickly wrote on the book. Is there something that can be done to this memory loss?
“I’m afraid nothing can be done Mr Santiago. But its left to your brain now to bring back the memory loss. But please Mr Santiago, dont try recovering those memories because they would give you nothing but a migraine” He said, pressing a botton on the machine.
How long had i been here?
He looked at the note. “You have been in coma for a month now Mr Santiago, we were suprised you woke up, because your body was shutting down a lot of times, but you just kept coming alive.”
How did i get here? I wrote.
“You got into an accident Mr Santiago. You were driving under the influence of alcohol, and you didnt pay attention to the road. Its a good thing the paramedics brought you here on time”
I was drunk while driving?
Why?
Why was i drinking? Did anything happen to me?
As i tried to remember how i got here, a sharo pain attacked my head and i gro-ned in pain.
“I told you Mr Santiago, everytime you force your self to remember anything you would a migraine. So just rest and allow your head recover those m emories” He said, laying my back to the bed.
In a few minutes i was back in my subconscious ness.
*Few weeks later*
After a painful two weeks in the hospital, i was fin ally discharged home. But as i entered my house, i felt a pang of lonliness.
Did i live here alone?
I quickly went to the kitchen to make myself a hot tea.
After two weeks, no memory of my accident came to me.
No memory recoverd.
I was still the same since i woke up except i could now talk and my hand was ok now. The bandag ed ribs still remained though.
I put the kettle on the gas and waited for it to boil.
Even without my memories back, i felt a deep h0le within me.
A part of me was incomplete.
A part of me was lost.
I felt something was missing.
But what?
What was it that was so important to me that i needed to remember.
Was it someone?
Something?
A family member?
Someone i loved?
As i tried to remember a sharp pain stung my head and i gro-ned in pain.
“F–k!” I hissed and stood up to put off the gas. As i tried to pour the water into a cup, it fell, splashing its content on my toes.
I scre-mes in fustration and climed up the stairs to the room. Going towards my room, i saw a door opened and i walked in.
The room was designed for a female.
What was a female doing in my house?
Did i have a wife? Sister? Daughter?
F–k! Why couldnt i remember anything?
I walked in and went to the wardrobe. female clothes of different colours and designs stared at me, expensive jewerries layed on the surface. Shoes of different designs stood on the floor.
Who owned these?
I picked up one of the gowns and looked at it and noticed it belonged to a very young girl probably seventeen or eighteen.
But what was a girl that young doing in my house ?
Migraine attacked me and i sat down a bit.
I needed to remember, i needed to remember this girl.
As i sat on the bed i saw a book peeking out of the pillow, i picked it up and opened a page
May, 15, 2015. Dear Diary,
Today is my birthday but Alberto dosent know ab out it, i dont want to tell him. He treats me bad..It has been two years since i started staying with hi m and i already had a scar.
I wanted to go back home but Alberto wont let me. He says i now belong to him.
Sometimes i think i like him. But i dont want to, because he is wicked.
I just want to sleep and get away from him.
Till tomorrow diary.
I closed the book and many thoughts wondered t hrough my brain.
This girl said she liked me.
She said i was wicked to her.
Who was she?
I looked at the cover of the book and saw a name written on it.
Eve.
Who was Eve?