Trapped

Chapter 5

Jessi's POV:

    I woke up with a sharp pain in my stomach.  It hurt so much.  My legs were also cramped from laying in the closet.  It wasn't big enough for me to stretch out.  My back and neck felt like I had slept wrong which it wouldn't be very off from that.  The more I tried to move the more my stomach hurt.  The pain was coming from having to pee so bad.  I've never had to hold it this long.  I didn't know how long I would have to hold it since I don't know how long I will be in here or how long I've been in here.  I still don't hear anything outside the room.  It was so dark in the closet it gave me no sense of time of day it was.  My wrists were still bound and getting sore from the belt.  I'm glad they were not behind me because that did give me a little bit of movement that I could do. 

    The pressure from having to go to the bathroom was getting intense especially now that I am awake.  I started taking my fists and pounding on the door. 

    "Hey!  Anyone in there?  I need to go to the bathroom!.  PLEASE!  Help someone? HELP!"  I just started banging and banging on the door hoping someone would here me.  Anyone. 

    I didn't care at this point if it was Jamison or not.  I continued to scream and bang on the door for a while but then eventually gave up.  I listened.  Still no sound out there.  I'm starting to think he wasn't even home anymore.  Had he gone to work?  Did I sleep through him getting around this morning?

    I started to move around and before I knew, not realizing I was going to, I started to feel wet underneath me.  I couldn't not believe this!  I was urinating on myself!  I couldn't stop, my stomach hurt so much and I was starting to feel relief.  I was so embarrassed and will never forget what I just done.  Oh no!  What is Jamison going to do when he finds what I've done!  He's so going to be furious with me and just the thought of what he may do started to make my body tremble.  Tears started to form again in my eyes and ran down the side of my cheeks.  I put my head in my arms and just cried.  I'm so exhausted.  All this crying is really wearing me out.  All I could think of was the awful things that he has done to me or what he might do to me.

    I had to stop thinking about this.  I had to try to clear my mind and think of a way to get out of here.  I tried opening the door but it just wouldn't budge.  I tried turning the knob and pushing but to no avail.  I just slumped back down to the bottom of the closet.  Right down in the cold urine that is now covering the floor.   The smell was getting strong and I was starting to gag and my nose burned from the smell.  I must be so dehydrated for it to smell this bad.  I leaned back on the wall of the closet and closed my eyes. The exhaustion took over and I don't know how long I was out. 

    I was startled awake when I heard yelling outside the door.  "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO IN THERE, YOU NASTY w***e!"  

    Oh no!  Jamison is home!  He sounds so angry with me.  My eyes were wide in fright, my lip started to tremble.  I heard him stomping closer to the closet and him heaving and breathing heavily as he started pushing what ever it is he had in front of the door.

    "I AM SO GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!"

    Just the sound of his voice made me turn to the wall.  I started scratching at it, tearing my nails down to the skin.  I had to get out of here no matter how I did it, no matter how much it hurt I had to get out of here!  I just keep scratching, tearing at the drywall, trying to break through.  As quick as the door was open and the room was filled with light I was grabbed by my hair and yanked out of the room. 

    "AH HELL!  IT STINKS IN THERE!"

    I started to scream as he yanked me around by my hair.  I have my hands up on his wrist trying to get him to let go. His other hand comes down to the back of my neck and shoves my face to the floor.  The floor of the closet! He is shoving my face into the wet urinated carpet of the closet!  I was coughing, trying so hard not to breathe, squeezing my eyes shut.

    "When are you going to learn! How could you do this to our HOME!"  He was shoving me down so hard I thought he was going to break my neck. 

    The pain in my neck, my arms were above my head because I was trying to hold on to his arms.  I had no way of pushing myself up.  I'm coughing so hard saliva starts running out of my mouth onto the floor.  He rips me up off the floor and throws me down onto the floor beside him.  I'm a little dazed, still coughing.  He grabs the front of my dress and picks me up.  His deadly stare piercing through my soul as he is looking down at me.

    "You think you were so clever didn't you?" I have no idea what it is he is talking about.

    "ANSWER ME!" He starts shaking me, hard. 

    My head is pounding from the pain.  He throws me up against the wall hitting the full length mirror and shattering it. Glass shards were falling to the floor.  He starts to raise me up, my feet are no longer touching the floor.  I feel a piece of glass from the mirror push its way across my back.  I scream out in pain. 

    "PLEASE!  PLEASE I-I don't know.....what you are.....t-talking about!" I try to say in between the screams from the pain in my back.

    He throws me to the floor.  It hurts to move my arm, my right shoulder blade is in so much pain. 

    "Your mother called me today.  She was telling me how it was so nice to hear that we made it okay and can't wait for you to call her back to set up a time to visit.  That I really need to fix our phone so she can call US!" 

    Oh no!  He knows!  He knows that I called my mom! What is he going to do to me!  Why won't he just kill me already and set me free from this Hell!  I looked up, only to see him pull out one of the drawers in the dresser and throw it against the floor breaking the face of the drawer off one of the sides.  He continues to rip the rest of the face off.  I start grabbing the floor trying to inch my way from him.  If only I could get to the bathroom from here I could lock the door.  There's a window in there I just might be able to call for help.  I start to pick myself up so I can run to the bathroom when I sharp pain hits me in the back and knocks me down.

    "Where do you think you are going sweetheart?"  His voice was so devilish. 

    There wasn't an ounce of sympathy in it.  Is this the end of me? Is he finally going to finish me off?  Is this really how I'm going to go?  Beaten to death by my first love at the age of 18?  Before I could finish my thoughts I was hit in the head with something hard and the lights went out.  It was black.  I couldn't move.  I couldn't feel anything at all.

    Is this how it feels to die? To be trapped in darkness with no movement?  I can't hear anything or feel anything.  It's just silent, pure silent.  I don't know how long I was in the darkness.  I'm starting to think I am not dead. I must be unconscious.  If I was dead I would think I would at least be going to Heaven or Hell.  If there wasn't a Heaven or Hell I would think if I was dead I wouldn't be thinking at all.  I feel like my soul is still in my body.

    After what seemed like eternity I started to feel my body move.  What is going on?  I don't think I'm being carried, or dragged.  I feel, shaking, bouncing like the movement of the car.  I start to hear the noises as well.  I try really hard to open my eyes.  I am alive! I have to wake up.  I have to know what is going on around me. I can feel the heaviness of my eye lids.  They are so heavy.  I try really hard to open them. Suddenly I start to see light.  My eyes are slowly starting to open.  I can really hear the noise of the car, the smell of the exhaust and the feel of the road.  I can hear in the background the soft sound of a radio.  My vision starts to get more clear and I can see more around me.  I start to feel what I can with my bound hands.  I try to move my feet but I can't.  They are bound together as well.  I am folded up a little and very little movement.  I'm in the trunk!

    Oh no is he going to bury me somewhere?  Did he think he killed me so now he's going to bury me alive!  I tried to move, tried to kick the taillight something to alert others that I am in here. What they tell you on TV to do if you are ever locked in a trunk does not seem to work.  I can't get the lights to break. There's no latch inside for me to pull to open the trunk.  I don't want to try to open the back of the seat, that would alert him that I was awake.  All I could do is lay there, and wait.

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    I don't know how long it was in the trunk.  I do know it was a very very long time.  I had to pee again and with out drinking anything for so long I know it has got to be a very long time since I was in the closet.  The road is silent now.  I don't see any light coming through the cracks of the trunk so it must be dark out. I don't know how late.  I keep dozing off and waking back up.  Who knows what time of night it is or how many days.  I know he has stopped off and gotten gas a few times.  I never heard people so there was no use screaming.  I didn't want him to know I was alive.

    The car started to slow down and I could feel him turn.  Some large bumps, must be going over speed bumps, either that or they really need to fix this road.  He made another turn and it sounded like the car was echoing.  Are we in a building?  A parking garage maybe?  Where could we be?  You don't bury someone in a parking garage.  The car came to a stop and I heard him turn off the engine.  The sound of the car door opening and closing.  He's getting out and I can hear his footsteps.  He's walking over here.  Is he coming to get me?  Are we finally here, my final resting place?

    The trunk lid opened and my eyes squinted.  It wasn't that light out, only the morning sun it looked like but after being in that dark trunk for so long any light would hurt.  I pulled my arms up to help shield my eyes.  He grabbed my arms and pulled me up.  I had no strength left.  I couldn't even hold my head up.  I hadn't eaten in what seemed like days. I haven't had water in forever.  He pulled me up high enough to reach his arms under my legs and continued to scoop me up.  He was holding me bridal style and my head was no longer flopped back but looking up at him. 

    How could someone with such handsome features be so evil?  So destructive of other humans?  He could get anyone he wanted, why did he want me?  Why would he want to keep me if all he was going to do was beat me and leave me for dead? I notice that we are in a building and he is walking through the halls.  We get to a door and he stops and unlocks it.  Where are we?  He walks in and flips on the lights.  Oh my the lights!  They hurt!  They are to bright! I have to close my eyes and not look.

    He goes into another room and lays me on the bed. Why is he putting me on the bed. 

    "Where are we?" My voice was so quiet I don't even know if he heard me.  My throat is dry, it almost hurt to talk.

    He looked down at me and stared at me for what seemed like 15 minutes. 

    "We are home my dear." 

    Home?  What does he mean we are home.  Where is home,  where are we?  I start to look around and see that we are in another house.  It must be an apartment at least that's what it felt like. A parking garage, the hallways. The walls here look nicer. They aren't falling apart. The place doesn't have that smell that I could never get rid of.

    Lost in thought I didn't notice what he was pulling out of a bag till he walked over to me and started to unbound my wrists. I had a feeling of relief and just wanted to rub them till they no longer hurt but he didn't let me.  As soon as he had my wrists free he was grabbing one and started to try rope around it. When I saw the rope my eyes got wide. 

    "What are you doing!  Stop please!"  I started to jerk and wiggle to get myself free from him.

    I do not want to be tied up!  My hand almost slipped out of the rope when he back handed me across the face, busting my lip again. 

    My lips are probably so swollen by now and my face is probably so unrecognizable that no one would know who I was. By the time I came to my senses again after the hit he was already tying my other wrist to the bed.

    "You know this is your fault sweetheart. If you wouldn't of called your parents we wouldn't of had to drive across the country to the other side to be free of them." 

    Across the country? Oh my how am I going to get home now! I don't even know where I am!  My vision got blurred from the tears threatening to escape and run down my face.  I can't believe I can even make tears with how dehydrated I am. There's no water left in me to make them.

    He walked out of the room and I heard him leave and lock the door.  My body is getting so weak. I don't know how much longer I'm going to make it. I look down at my legs, I'm covered in bruises and dried blood.  My legs are starting to look so thin. I'm starving to death!  I'm going to die by starvation or dehydration! Is he getting enjoyment out of watching me die, slowly!  My eyes were so heavy, so weak.  They close with out me wanted them closed and fell asleep there. Alone in a strange apartment, dying.