Page 57 of Beyond Repair: Part Two

Chapter 34

Nina

It's beautiful outside with the birds chirping and clouds that offer shade at the right times. Our bowl of raspberries is empty, sadly, and the iced tea is getting really low. Which I blame my dad for.

This small girls’ date with my mom is nothing like how it usually is. I swear my muscles haven't relaxed once in the past twenty-six minutes since the guys have been gone.

Having Adam sitting a few feet away from me on the ground is strange too. I don't know this guy, and while he seems nice, I'm just not quite comfortable with him. Dad's reclining in his lawn chair but his focus is definitely not as relaxed as his body language suggests. He may be drinking all of our tea, but his eyes are sharp on our surroundings.

If I were any other almost twenty-one-year-old, I would probably roll my eyes at the protectiveness of my people. Because I am the opposite of normal, I feel all warm and fuzzy at the clear representation of safety around me.

"Where did all the tea go?" Mom sounds shocked so I look over and see her staring intently at the empty pitcher. Her right cheek has a red line on it and she wipes her mouth.

I frown, shocked she napped without me noticing. "Were you sleeping?"

Mom blushes and nods. "Yeah. Sorry, I'm just tired."

"As you should be," Dad rasps over his shoulder suggestively.

"WILL!" Mom gasps and covers her face.

"Oh my God!" Gagging, I sit up from my reclined position. The pull on my pelvis turns my attention to my very full bladder. I stand, nose still scrunched in horror. Pointing at my parents, I tell them, "Disgusting! I have to pee. Don't follow me. Not after that comment."

Adam chuckles and climbs to his feet. I glare at him as I walk past, and he throws his hands up in surrender. "Just going to sit on the front step, alright? I'll let you have your peace after..." he gestures to my parents, "that."

I nod and rush for the door, slightly stumbling over my bare feet. Adam mumbles something behind me about not wanting to explain to Trevor that I fell on his watch. I'd laugh if my bladder's screams weren't getting louder and louder by the second.

A sense of déjà vu pokes around in my head. Remembering the last time I ran down this hallway in urgent need of the bathroom makes me miss them even more.Gosh, it feels so long ago and yet it's only been about five months since my guys came back into my life.We've grown so much.

Maybe the progression of our relationship is why it feels like it's been longer than it has. And there's some truth to that. The five of us have always been connected. Never once did I feel like they weren't with me, loving me, holding onto me as I was them.

There was never a day that went by in that basement where I didn't think of them. My attachment to the guys, even whenthey were boys, was a bit interesting just as it is now. Goodness, I can't even handle a measly ninety minutes.

Blindly, because now all I can see is yellow as I enter the bathroom, I reach for the light switch. I don't even get to touch it.

Without warning, my bladder empties in response to the meaty hand slamming over my mouth, cutting off my scream before it even begins. Fear just as that fateful day I was kidnapped rises up in a racing chill along my skin as heat coats my legs in urine. I slip in the puddle I made, basically offering myself to the monster that has never let me go.

"Shh now. Just a moment longer until our distraction, okay?"

NO! NO NO NO NO NO!Fire burns my throat as I scream, beg and tear my vocal cords to shreds so my daddy hears me.I want my dad! DAD!

In the darkness of my bathroom, Mr. M stabs me in the neck with a feeling I'm all too familiar with.He's forcing the fight out of me just like he did for years. My God...Please not again.

"Shhh...Any second now." His hot breath sticks to the back of my neck as my wet legs slowly give way to the overwhelming urge to pass out. The sliver of light from the cracked bathroom door dims and my energy fades.

"There's my little bitch."

At first I think he's talking about me, but in between bursts of lucidity I hear a dog barking alongside sounds of crashing and yelling.Dad...Mom...They're falling for whatever trick he's concocted.

My head swims in a current of horrible fear as I become weightless. The question that swirls around in my mind hurts me but it's a valid point.

And the answer to that question is:I don't think I can survive hell a second time.

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