"Bye Jas," Jenny, my best friend, says.
We've been friends since we were born. Like us, our moms have also been best friends since they were born. Crazy as it may sound, our parents got married the same day. I mean, who does that right? Our moms are obsessed with each other. They even wanted to get pregnant simultaneously, but unfortunately, Jenny's mom got pregnant with her first and I was born a year after Jenny was born.
Jenny also has a younger brother but, unfortunately for me, I was the only child. My mom has had some health complications and it can be fatal for her to give birth to another baby. Although sometimes I wish I had a younger brother or sister, I would never trade my mother's life.
"Bye honeybee" I replied. A smile plastered on my face. I love this girl. Giving a slight wave, I got off the bus and started walking towards my house.
After a school trip, I decided to surprise my parents. So, I did not inform them about returning home. According to them, I was going to return home the next day. I was so exhilarated to see their reaction when they found me at home early.
Finally, after a five-minute short walk, I was standing in front of the front door of my house. My hand rose to insert the spare key but paused halfway as I realized the door was unlatched. My brow furrowed in confusion.
My parents are very particular when it comes to safety, especially my dad, and it was so unlikely for them to leave the door open like that. A negative thought started looming in my mind but I shook them, thinking I was being paranoid for no reason. At least that was what I hoped. They may have left the door open by mistake. Yes, this must have happened.
My hand reaches for the doorknob as I push the wooden door slightly, making sure I don't make much noise. I walked inside the house. The house was eerily silent as always, but for some reason, it was bothering me today. I couldn't understand why I felt this way. I couldn't get rid of the horrible feeling looming in my head. I had a feeling something was not right.
As my throat felt parched and sore, I walked towards the kitchen to drink some water. I opened the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of water. Opening the cap of the bottle, I quickly guzzle down the cold water. I sigh in contention as I feel my dry dessert throat moisten. I really needed it after the long journey. Putting the bottle back in the fridge, I returned to the living room.
A smile creeps on my face as I imagine mom and dad's shocked faces. I let out a giggle like a teenager. Oops, technically I am a teenager as I am just 17 years old.
I started walking upstairs towards my parent's room. I had just passed along the stairs when I heard a strong bang echoing through the silent air, followed by a scream of terror that immediately made me stop on my path.
My eyes widened when I recognized the scream. It was my dad's. I froze dead on my spot. I couldn't speak or budge. My heart was pounding. It seemed like it would burst out of my chest at any moment.
I didn't even recover from the shock when I heard another bang followed by a shriek, but this time it was my mother's. Before I knew it, my legs were carrying me towards my parents' room. My nose burns and my eyes turn misty and I knew I was going to cry any moment.
I was afraid for my parents. I still couldn't understand what those loud bangs were. All I couldn't think was that my family was in danger. My only family. I could feel my body tremble at the thought.
When I reached my parent's room, I was shocked to see three men standing there. They were all dressed in black.... completely black from head to toe. A black T-shirt, black leather jacket, and black pants, and a black mask covering their faces. It was like some kind of dress code. My soul almost left my body when I saw that they were carrying guns.
My eyes wandered around the room and settled into something that gave me goosebumps. It felt like my world collapsed right in front of me. My parents were lying dead in a pool of their own blood.
I passively shook my head and began to softly chant it was not true, over and over. I don't want to believe it. This can't be happening. Before I could stop myself, a loud sob escaped from my lips, and caught the attention of the intruders, as they turned toward my direction.
My first instinct was to run, but I don't know why, but I couldn't seem to move, my feet were planted on the wooden floor. Probably out of shock and terror. My mind was screaming at me to run away and save myself, but I couldn't. Not even when an intruder started coming towards me.
I didn't miss the way, his eyes trailed over my body. I grimace in aversion. He keeps getting close to me and stops when he's only a few feet away. The only thing I could see was his dark gray eyes and lips, which had a repulsive, sulky smile that sent chills down my spine. And it's not in a good way.
"Look who is here." A thick accent stood out in his voice that I couldn't make out. I think it was Italian or Mexican, but I'm not entirely sure.
He took another step toward me invading my personal space when he didn't get any response from me or maybe when he realized I wouldn't respond to him. My breath began to get heavier as he raised his hand and began to trace my face from my cheek to my neck. I immediately took a step back, creating a few centimeters of the distance between us.
I guess he didn't like it because instantly his gaze turned cold...inhumanly cold. If looks could kill, I'd be buried six feet underground by now. Who knows, it could be my reality in a few minutes.
I'm sure they'll kill me too. How they killed my parents. At the thought of my parents, I couldn't stop my tears, my cheeks started falling all the way up to my neck, soaking the material of my dress.
The intruder grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his broad body. It was like my body's instinct to survive. I started struggling against him.
"P-Please" My tone was unsteady like my entire form. That's it. Now they will kill me as they killed my parents. I couldn't stop my tears and my body couldn't stop trembling against him. All he did was gawk at me.
After what felt like forever, he finally spoke. "I'm going to have so much fun with you" His eyes trained on my face as he emphasized every word. His words instantly put me on edge and I immediately ceased wrestling when I comprehended what he meant.
Seeing my reaction, his face again changed to the same disgusting grin he had before. Oh god, he is enjoying my fear. No, I can't let him molest me. I can't. I have to do something before I end up getting raped, then killed. I won't let that happen.
I was seconds away from having a panic attack. So, I did the only thing I could come up with. Bringing my knees up and hitting him on his crotch.
"FUCK THIS BITCH" He let out an agonizing groan as his face writhed in pain.
His grip on my wrist immediately loosened. Taking that as an advantage, I pushed him as hard as I could. He fell to the floor with a loud thud. I didn't waste a moment before sprinting towards my room.
"CATCH THAT BITCH I WILL KILL HER" The anger in his tone made me stop in my tracks and beg for forgiveness, but I knew better. If I get caught, I will suffer the most painful death. And I have no doubt that he would enjoy every moment he tortured me before ending my life. I could hear loud footsteps after me. This only fuels me to press myself further.
"Fuck, she is quick", I heard a voice but it wasn't of the creepy intruder, it must be of the other one. The thumping of the stride seemed to be growing distinct as I continued running.
Finally, I let out a sigh of relief as I reached my room. Sprinting inside, I immediately locked the door. I know this couldn't save me from my faith, but it gave me a sense of protection. I ran further inside the bathroom and locked it too.
Fortunately, my cell phone was in my pocket. Taking it out, I began to dial the one number which I knew by heart. Bringing the phone in my ear, I waited for the line to connect. It kept ringing and ringing but no one picked it up. I was about to redial the number but stopped when I heard the bedroom door banging.
My brain was starting to shut down on me. No no... This is not the time to be afraid. I must be strong if I want to survive. Shaking off my head, I took my attention back to my cell phone and dialed Jenny's number again.
Her house was a 10-minute drive away. But the thing was she wasn't picking up the phone. They were screaming and banging on the door continuously. I'm sure they will be inside at any second now.
"Come on Jenny. Pick the phone" I wanted to pull my hair in frustration.
When she didn't answer the call, I decided to send her a quick text. I was furiously typing on the phone when the banging of the door suddenly stopped. I brows knitted in confusion when I did hear a single sound for a few seconds before the door burst open. I couldn't help but let out a shriek, as my body jumped in fright due to the sudden noise, almost dropping my phone in the process.
Taking deep breaths, I tried to compose my racing heart and began to type the remaining massage at the same time. I could hear footsteps walking all around the room. Of course, they are searching for me.
I was just about to tap the send button when someone began to aggressively beat at the bathroom door.
"Open Open little girl!" The creepy intruder said in a singsong tone. Oh god.
Now I knew no one could save me, but I still wanted to send Jenny one last goodbye. She was more like a sister to me than a friend. We were inseparable. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it with the back of my hand before pressing send.
Seconds later, the bathroom door was knocked open. My cell phone dropped to the floor, shattering into pieces. I didn't even get to dwell on my phone because I had a bigger problem to face.
Instinctively, I took steps backward away as the creepy intruder came into my line of vision. His brow further creased at the sight of me. He looked livid. I continued to back away, he just stood there staring at me with a furious gaze.
My steps were restrained when my back hit the bathroom wall and I knew no one could save me now my death was standing before me wearing all my back with a gun in his left hand.
"P-please" was all I was able to say. A small part of me couldn't help but feel disappointed in myself. I felt pathetic begging for my life, like a loser. But the bigger part of me wanted to live. I was pretty much desperate to live. More like I was afraid to die. He flounced in my direction briskly with a large tread and was in front of me within a few steps. I pressed myself further against the wall, trying to create as much distance as I could, but he threads his fingers through my hair, tugs it roughly. I cry out in pain as my scalp burns. "Stop...Please "I cried, desperately trying to pull myself out of his painful clutch. My grey orbs were fixed to his stone-cooled ones as I looked for mercy but found none. "Stop?" I received a chuckle from him. A bone-chilling chuckle "It just stared babe and you're already scared." All the fake amusement flung from his face as his demeanor turned into a predatory. And unfortunately, I happened to be his prey.
After that, no one bothered to speak. Almost driving after three hours, I started to notice the inadequacy of residence. The car started moving on an unpaved road, bumping here and there every now and then. My eyes narrowed and my face vaguely distorted in uncertainty. Where are they taking me? Were they planning to take me deep into the woods and kill me there? But it doesn't make sense... They could have killed me in my house with my parents. Why would they take me into the woods just to kill me? Oh my God, are they planning to rape me and then kill me? No no no no... I can't let that happen. I don't want to die like this. So many terrifying thoughts popped up in my head and all the things that could happen to me. My eyes began to sting and saltiness gathered at my waterline.Stop crying, Jasmin. Crying isn't going to get you anywhere, but it will only add to your problems. I scolded myself. I continued to blink away, trying har
I don't know how long I stayed there, but every single minute, my heart swells restive. I heard light footsteps coming in my direction, alerting my perception. I tense up and uncurl my back. The lock on my door wriggled and the door creaked open. My body further tensed when I saw a man with honey brown hair, olive skin, and wide grey eyes enter the room. I immediately knew this was the man whose name I had yet to find out. "Let go, you haven't eaten anything", I nodded, before pulling myself out of bed. He gave me a sly grin, eyes looking at me up and down. "Nice dress". I suddenly realized that I was only wearing a T-shirt. I averted my eyes away, as a mortifying flush took over my features. I know I must have looked funny. The T-shirt had literally consumed me. It was so gigantic. It looks more like an oversized dress than a T-shirt. I quickly scurried after him, careful to keep an arm's distance between us. "What is your name
As soon as the door opened, my eyes fell upon Ivan who was sitting in the expensive leather chair behind a lavish russet table immersed in his laptop typing something vigorously. Ivan doesn't acknowledge my existence and continues typing away on his laptop. I stay rooted at my pace waiting for him to acknowledge me, but I'm met with only stillness. "You called me?" I finally said as the silence became unbearable.He finally removes his gaze from the screen and looks up at me. "Come here," Hesitantly, I made my way around the table and over to him and stopped next to him, leaving space between us. "Sit". I looked at the armchair beside him before I could make my way there. He stopped me. "Not there here" he nonchalantly says as he pats his lap. My mouth flaps open like a fish. He can't be serious. I wanted to oppose, to say something, but
I slowly crept towards the front door, trying to keep a light footstep. Several things can go out of order. My mind goes through endless possibilities that could happen if I get caught. I hold back a shudder even thinking about it. I have to be very careful if I don't want to get caught. Slowly, I unfastened the wooden door, trying my best not to make any sound. I was about to open the door when a hand clasped onto my shoulder, making me tense. Swirling around, I came eye to eye with Dean, who was gazing at me with a full grin. I started to panic internally but did my best to keep my face still. "What are you doing?" He asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "I-I" Clearing my throat, I gave him a hesitant answer. "I wanted to get some water." I'm swift to explain myself. "Water and here," I forgot to mention, I'm terrible when it comes to lying. "I just forgot the direction of the kitchen" he laughs at my words. "I wonder wha
Ivan was not in the room when I woke up. His side of the bed was cold and vacant, implying that it had been a long time since he was off. And I was extremely grateful for that. My body ached all over, especially between my legs. I could still feel the sticky white of the residuum between my legs. I never imagined this would happen to me. He's a vicious animal. A sobs wreck through me, I muffle the sobs by clasping my hand over my mouth. After crying for what seemed like forever, I dragged my body out of bed but immediately winced when a sharp burning pain erupted from between my thighs from yesterday's assault. Ignoring the pain, I walked into the bathroom. I gaze at myself in the mirror. My face looked an absolute mess. There were streaks of dried-up tears in my cheeks. Under-eye bags and my hair was sticking out in different directions. I got inside the shower, wanting to wash away all his touches. After taking a long shower, I change
There are so many thoughts running inside of me, not one of them is optimistic. I am just scared of what the future holds for me. My thoughts drifted back to what happened in the morning as I recall my and Dean's conversation. I am still baffled about agreeing with him or not. I think I should take his offer. It's just one night, right? Yes, I will definitely take his offer. I have decided. After the morning incident, I stayed in my room and refused to go out. I have been watching the same movie again and again. With countless thoughts running in my head, I couldn't concentrate on the movie. I felt disoriented and my head was pounding furiously. I'm so grumpy and frustrated, I just want to curl up into a ball and cry. I hate feeling so unstable. I need to get out of here before I completely lose myself. "Jasmin" Sasha's voice breaks me out of my thoughts and brings me back to reality. Instead of answering her, I stayed quiet. I have no
I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to rule my fear.I can do this.I mentality encouraged, myself. Gathering up all of my courage, I raised my hand and beat my knuckles against the door gently. Not long after, a shirtless Dean opens the door. A large smirk covers his face as his gaze falls on me as he leans against the door frame. I open my lips to speak but before I could say anything, he grabs me by my wrist and pulls me to him, pressing our bodies together. "I knew you would come but didn't know this earlier. I mean not that I mind," he smugly says as he presses his mouth on my neck, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive skin. An unladylike squawk fell from my mouth. "Stop". I started struggling against him, trying to get myself free from his hold. "Shh! Just relax and enjoy yourself. I'll make it pleasurable for you," He purrs as his hand roams all over my body finding each and every curve. I'm still trying to push h