Doomed
1164 Words
**** Maria's P.O.V******
I feel so dumb right now. Sledge keeps trying to help me, and I keep pushing him away. I freaked out and started breathing heavily, my chest tightened up, and I thought I would have a heart attack. I felt doomed, and my mind returned to when I woke up in the car after being kidnapped. That was the first time they told me I would be number 26. They all thought it was funny; they laughed and smiled in my face every time they said it. They like that they stripped me of my identity. I didn't want to lose myself again. Symphony had given me a weighted blanket, and I threw it over me as I slid down to the floor with my back-to-bed rails. I know the man didn't mean to hurt me. I am so embarrassed I cried as my emotions overtook me.
***** Flash Back *******
There was a loud noise, and the secretary came across the speakers. Maria S ntiago t the Dean's office! Maria to the Dean's office!
" Oh, Marias, in trouble," yelled all the kids in the class, teasing me. I was never in trouble.
"No, she's not! Maria is a good student. You could all learn from her, " My writing teacher yelled at the class, causing them to mock me even more.
I looked over to Sophia, Mr. Cruz's daughter, who gave me a reassuring smile.
I figured I didn't have much to worry about because her dad runs everything here, and he had promised my brother to take care of me. I had the top grades in school, so maybe I will get recognized for that. I smiled to myself as I looked towards the office.
Sophia was upset with me last week because she had the highest grades in school until I entered. She told me she had talked to her dad and was no longer upset with me. I was glad he helped her see what was wrong. She isn't the best student people pass her because of who she is. I got good grades by studying every day and working hard. I was going to make my brother proud of me.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here? Is my brother okay? " I asked the three men I recognized from Mr.Cruz's house.
"You need to come with us. There is something we need to discuss." I knew he was a driver because he drove Sophia and me around.
I looked at the Den with pleading eyes, and she turned her head and looked out the window. In the pit of my stomach, I knew something was wrong. But what could I do? I thought maybe my brother was dead. I tried to contact him through email because they had taken my cell when I arrived. I got letters and postcards, but they were brief and didn't seem like my brother.
I walked slowly in the direction they were leading me. I wanted to hold out as long as possible before they gave me the bad news. I looked back at the school and saw the office staff watching out the window. This must be bad. Before I turned around, I felt a sting in my neck, and darkness overtook me. Off and on, I woke up in the car. The car felt like it was spinning, and I would pass back out. I didn't realize I had been drugged.
At some point, I woke up strapped down to a table. My face peeked through a hole in the table where I could only see the ground. I was strapped down and couldn't move. I would scream out in pain. I later realized I was getting two tattoos—one on my wrist and one on my back. Whenever I screamed in pain, someone would punch my side and tell me to shut up before I got everyone into trouble. The more I cried, the more I got punched until I threw up and passed back out again. My last thought was, where was Sisquo? He would have been dead if he hadn't come to save me. Sisquo promised he would always save me.
The last time I woke up, I was in a car again. One of the guys yelled, " Look, guys, number 26 is awake. I remember thinking, why is this Diablo calling me number 26? I wish I would never find out. I sat between two of Cruz's men in what looked like a big SUV with blacked-out windows. I tried to see everyone and look out the window, but my head still felt heavy.
"Do you like your new name, number 26? Diablo to my left said. My stomach felt weak again, and his breath smelt so bad, like sour mayonnaise. "Eek, what did you eat," I asked him, trying to hold my head up and not throw up again. My words were slurring, and I felt drunk. The other men began laughing and poking fun at him.
" When Cruz and Sisquo find out what you have done, they will k-k-ill you!" I yelled to the one to my right.
Diablo number 3, who was driving the car, started laughing. Your brother Sisquo is dead! Mr. Cruz ordered us to do this because you are now responsible for your debt. He lost a lot of money when Sisquo interfered with the auction. So now you have to pay it all back.
" Number 26, in a little bit, you're going to be screaming for more, and you will not be worried about my breath. If you haven't figured it out yet, you will be one of Mr. Cruz's whores. Men are going to buy you number 26 over and over again. You are no longer a person, and you are a number. You are a thing to be bought and sold ", Diablo number two 2 said, sneering at me as he spoke and held my head up. He started laughing and turned his head forwards, but I could still see the ugly smile on his face. He looked as ugly as his breath smelled.
I sobered up quickly from whatever they had given me and started looking and trying to find a way out of the car. I leaned over Diablo number 2 and started trying to open the door. He laughed at me but didn't try to stop me. The child's lock must be on because he knew I would never get the door open.
I turned to my left, reached over to the man on the left side, and started pulling on the door handle. He just laughed as well. I yelled, " Open the Fucken door" in his face. This only caused him to laugh more, so I spit in his face. He slapped me so hard that it felt like someone had hit me with a ton of bricks. I welcomed the darkness this time.
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