To Kill a Butterfly

Teresa and I have been to Javier’s house for eight months. Javier left to go on a business trip or something. I was laying in my bed when I felt a hand go over my mouth. “Tie her down!” A woman’s voice said. My legs were tied down. A woman held my arms above my head, and a cloth was placed in my mouth, and I was slapped across my face. “This puta thinks she’s all high and mighty because she's with the boss. Let’s teach her a lesson.” A heavily built man walked in. His muscles shined in the light. He got undressed and walks over to me. I tried to move away, but the woman had a tight grip. I screamed, but my screams were muffled by the cloth in my mouth. I tried to push it out with my tongue; all it did was make me gag. He climbed on top of the bed. He pushed himself into me. I screamed louder it was still muffled by the cloth in my mouth. I tried to push it out again. It came out. I breathed in and screamed at the top of my lungs. “Shut her up, Chino is still here.” The woman at

I felt a hand go over my mouth. I opened my eyes. It was the man from the other night. He climbed on top of me. His fingers were inside of me. “No!” I screamed. “Please!”“Isabella.” Javier shook me awake. “What happened?”I sat there, sweat beading up on my forehead. I felt out of breath Javier gently took my hand. “It’s alright, mi amor. I’ll protect you.” He wrapped his arms around me. “Would you like to soak in a bath, my love?” “No.”“Okay.” “Javier?” “Yes?” “Do you love me?” “Of course, I do.” “Make love to me.” “But you said “ “Forget what I said, listen to what I’m saying now.” “Bella.” “Javier, I love you, and that man took what was yours. You are my husband. My body belongs to you. Please, I take what I said back. “ “Why are you so desperate for this.” “Because it hurts. Every time I close my eyes, I see him on top of me.” Tears ran down my cheek. “I know.” He held me.“Please just do this for me.” “It won’t make you feel any better.”“It has to make it b

M“She is mine, she belongs to me.” Don Ricardo yelled across the table. Well, there goes having a nice breakfast. Can’t ever have anything nice with these two around. I wish they would go back to Zamora. “She is my wife, Ricardo,” Javier said, annoyed. He’d rather be anywhere else in the world than having this conversation, “She was my daughter first! She belongs to me.” Ricardo said. “That means absolutely nothing. You wanted nothing to do with me besides killing me, what the hell do you want now.” I said. “I want both or my daughters to be with me.” “For what, all of Zamora knows who we are and what you have done. You think having us with you will get you another year in the office.” “No,” Ricardo says, “That’s exactly what you plan to do. It will never happen.” “Isabella Maria Valéz Rodríguez, you and your sister will return to Zamora, The doorbell rang. I stood up and walked away to the door.

My head hurts, and my ears are ringing, the cloth bag is gone. My body is completely naked. I look around, but I can barely see anything. I think I’m in the back of a moving car. The moving vehicle hits a bump in the road.Before I can I get a word, I heard someone say ouch.“Teresa? Is that you?” I whispered.“Isabella?” Teresa said. “What the hell is going on? Why are we in the back of a car.”“I don’t know, but I bet it’s because of Ricardo and Cameron.”The tires come to a screeching halt. I hear the doors open and slam on both. I hear feet walking to the back of the car. The trunk opens. Two men are looking down at Teresa and me. Well, not necessarily at us but our exposed bodies.I spit up at one of them, “Pervert!”He wiped his face. He yanked me up by the cuffs on my hands. The other man grabbed Teresa by her cuffs and lifted her out of the car.