“Calm down, Natalia! Focus on my voice!” I look at the doctor who came to stand in front of me, her blue eyes staring at me with concern, and in her glasses, I see the reflection of another woman!
Scooting away from her, I back away using my hands until my back hits the wall, it is not the doctor who made me this scared though, it is the reflection I saw on her glasses, and the realization that came with it.
That woman! With the black messy hair and a dead pale face was me! I was looking at myself and yet I didn’t recognize me!
Seeing my state, the doctor returns to her earlier spot next to me and starts patting my back again, I want to thank her, to tell her how much I am grateful for this small gesture of hers, and that I don’t want to be left alone in this state I am in, but I don’t, I can’t, and I am in no state to care about my good manners while surrounded with these questions and ambiguity.
“It is okay, Natalia, you are safe now!” it is not okay! How can she say that it is okay? I don’t remember my own name! I don’t recognize my own body, these long pale fingers, these shivering hands, these frail looking wrists, these dark locks, I feel like this is the very first time I see them! How can this be okay?
My eyes burn and my vision becomes foggy, and I can sense an annoying wetness on my face, wet…water…eye…Tears! This wetness is called tears!
And I am…crying!
Raising my hand to wipe away the annoying wetness, I stop midway, for I notice something under my nails, something red that makes me disgusted.
Blood? but why is there blood under my nails?!
I look at the doctor, begging her for answers but I see she is busy, she has a…syringe in her hand, and she is injecting it in this thin transparent tube, I follow the tube and I see that it is attached to my hand!
Did she inject me with something? Is she a danger? Does she want to hurt me? I ask myself, but the tender look on her eyes tells me otherwise, not to mention that I feel suddenly calmer!
“Better?” she asks with a small smile, and even though she seems to know the answer, I still nod my head at her.
“Don’t worry…” the policewoman doesn’t get the finish her words as four new people walk in the room, the atmosphere suddenly changes into something intense, the doctor stands up but keeps her hand on my shoulder, all while the policewoman takes this protective stand in front of us!
What is going on? And who are these new people?
The first person I see is an older woman, wearing a white coat as well, and then a young black man in a green uniform, what is he? care…help…assistant…A nurse! The third is a policeman for he was wearing the same uniform as the policewoman, and the fourth…
The fourth is trouble, I can tell!
Unlike everyone else in the room, who are giving me concerned looks, the man in the black suit is glaring at me, his black eyes look at me from behind his thick glasses in a skeptical, almost disgusted way.
“If she is awake then we shall take her testimony.” He says formally, his voice respectful but in the same time edgy, it scares me and the doctor notices it, her hand tightens on my shoulder reassuringly, I then hear her talk in an equally edgy tone, but this time, she is not addressing me.
“She just woke up and still under shock. Surely you can wait until she is calm enough to talk.”
“I can, but Mr. Williams can’t, or shall I remind you that he is now in captivity?”, I hear that name and again I am destabilized, who is this man they are talking about? And what does he have to do with me? Why do I feel this way whenever someone says his name?
“He is not in captivity.” The policewoman rolls her eyes at him. “He is just held for investigation; we can’t arrest him without her pressing charges against him.”
“It didn’t look so when you handcuffed him and then dragged him half naked out of his own house!” The man retorts, is he some kind of a lawyer to this Williams guy? Why is he defending him so adamantly? More so, what do I have to do with that man getting arrested?
“I don’t think we should discuss this matter here.” The older doctor said and we all turn to her, I am feeling overwhelmed and scared by all the questions but I still want to hear them, I don’t want to be left in the blue like this, it is a horrible feeling, as if I am running in an empty circle, with my eyes blindfolded.
“Why not? I demand to hear her confirmation!”
“My confirmation?” I blurt out and all eyes turn to look at me. Hell, it was painful to say those two words but I couldn’t sit around while everyone talked about me as if I wasn’t in the room, I need explanations! I demand explanations!
“About what happened last night, please note that you are going to face some serious consequences if you decide to throw some baseless accusations that would turn out to be false.” I shiver while hearing his voice, why would I throw baseless accusations on anyone? And why is he addressing me this harsh way? Does he have some grudge against me? I look at the doctor, for some reason she feels like the person I can trust the most and she steps forward defensively.
“I am afraid I have to ask you to get out, the patient is in a delicate state of mind and cannot take an interrogation right now, if you have any problems with that, please discuss them out with the police, for this is a hospital, not the court.” The doctor spoke with finality, and as if having a prior agreement, the police woman stands up and nods, and before I know it everyone but the two doctors walks out of the room.
“Thank you.” I said in a small voice, I didn’t know why but that man really intimidated me, now that there are only two doctors with me, I feel much calmer, I take deep breaths before looking at them, and the older doctor is the one who talks.
“Do you know who I am, Natalia?”, I shake my head right away, I don’t recognize either of them but I somehow feel this strong presence she is imposing.
“I see, do you recognize her?” she point toward the other doctor who smiles warmly at me, I smile back at her before shaking my head apologetically, I don’t know why but I somehow feel guilty for not recognizing the woman who was trying to help me.
“Before you ask, I don’t recognize myself either.” I blurt out and she raises her perfect brow at me, not in a rude way though. I see them exchange a knowing look and I am somehow irked, if they know something, they should say it already.
“Do you remember anything about yourself? About your life?” this time, it was the nice doctor who asked, I take few seconds to think before shaking my head, my mind is completely blank.
“What happened last night?” I ask them and they exchange a look, so I hurriedly add before they agree on anything that doesn’t include telling me the truth
“Please tell me the truth! what happened to me? why am I here?”
The nice doctor hesitates a little, she looks at me before looking at the elder woman who is staring at me with interested eyes, as if deeply thinking about something, I wait for few seconds before she drops her bomb.
“We don’t know exactly, Natalia, but something happened last night between you and Mr. Williams.”
“Mr. Williams?” I repeat after her, the one under arrest, the one whose knight in shining suit was ready to give me a heart attack for?
“As you have already heard, Mr. Williams is now under investigations, he is accused of trying to…sexually abuse you.”
I place my hand on my knee, trying to force that annoying tremble to subside, it looks as if I am trying to dig a hole in the closed courtroom’s floor and I doubt anyone would be happy if I ruined the expensive-looking tiles.I try and take deep breaths, hoping it might calm me down but it is of no use whatsoever, I feel like I am about to faint, these last few days have been nothing but a tormenting vortex of questions and revelations that only lead to more questions.Seeing my uneasiness, Maisie, the nice doctor takes my hand in hers and offers me an encouraging smile which barely provides me with any encouragement, I return it nevertheless, out of gratitude toward her kindness and for being here for me today.Out of all the people in this city, Maisie happened to be my best friend and my ex-roommate, we even worked together in the same hospital, only that I was a nurse, it explains how good she has been treating me so far, she knows me better than anyone else, and therefore answered
“Shall we continue?” the representative asks once I am back with Maisie and Emma to the room, I feel a little better now after the little stroll we have taken in the court's park, the air wasn't exactly fresh but it helped me relax a little ad gather my thoughts, I am not as panicked and shocked as I was when I heard what Dr. Jones said earlier, not as bad at least.Taking my seat, I nod at the representative and my senior, telling them that i am feeling better and ready to continue this hearing. However, I avoid looking at that Williams' guy at all costs, I feel his eyes on me though, his lawyers are talking among themselves in a very serious manner while he is just sitting quietly as if this matter doesn’t concern him , all he does is look at me with undecipherable eyes and I refuse to look back at him, I need to keep it together for the rest of this hearing, I need to know what happened to me and I need to figure out my next move once I do.Seeing that I was feeling better, Dr. Jone
Fuck, why can’t I stop these tears?I try to wipe them away but they keep on falling like waterfalls, I try to calm down, take few breaths, squeeze all the tears out, but nothing seems to work.I give up on my attempts and look at that Williams guy with an angry face, drenched with tears and snot, yeah I really don't care right now, I am not bothered with my looks, I am bothered with the way he is looking at me! why in the hell is he looking at me like that? With those sad and pitiful eyes of his, I don’t want his pity, I want to know what he did to me.“We are still waiting for your answer, Mr. Williams, if you haven’t done anything to her, then why did she end up like this? And why did we find her in that state at your house?” Emma asked with a raised brow, a defiant look on her face, at first I am happy with her aggressive tone, it is so satisfying for my ears, however, I can't help but notice the way they are looking at each other, I don't know why but I feel like this isn't the fi
I stare at my surroundings with a ghost of a smile, a weird warmness taking over my heart, it is faint but it is here, the feeling of Déjà vu, of knowing this place.to be honest, I don’t know if it is some blocked memories trying to resurface or just the preexisting knowledge that this is where I used to live with Maisie before moving to the Williams’ residence, whatever it is, it fills me with a strange… familiarity!I take a deep breath and walk further inside the apartment, Maisie trailing behind me, I am so happy she invited me back here, from what I understood, I moved out six months ago to live in the Williams house and be a twenty-four hours caretaker, my job was to take care of his father, who suffered from a cerebrovascular accident that left him paralyzed, the man was no longer able to move the right half of his body.According to Maisie, the offer was really tempting, the payment was three times the amount I made in the hospital, the job was very easy as I only had one pat
“This…” Maisie doesn’t finish her words, and I am grateful for that, I am already embarrassed enough as I am without anyone addressing it.“I will go get us more coffee…” she says while picking up the empty mugs, I just nod, still looking at my broken phone's screen and the thousands of messages I shared with my potential rapist. Just what the hell is this?I scroll up and down in the conversation, between me and the so-called Nathaniel Williams, unable to believe my own eyes.At first, they were all normal texts, work-related and professional, the very first ones were discussing some of the contract conditions, and I see that I have signed with him for two years. Now that was promising.“You are late.”“Impressive job with Father”“You are late.”“He is getting better with your care.”“You are late.”“We have many spare rooms that can save us all the tardiness, Miss Kings.”These were all messages I have received from him, and call me paranoid but I’ve noticed this weird pattern, like
“What could it be?” I ask, my eyes burning with all the tears, I hate the fact I am crying like a baby all the time but it is too much to take.Every day, every single day since I woke up not knowing who I am, is but another labyrinth where I have to run and run trying to answer my questions but I only end up with more.I feel like I am falling inside this endless pit, just falling and falling, neither saved nor crushed to the ground, I am stuck midair with nothing but fear.I am devastated, mostly because without my memories, I feel naked to the eyes, without anything covering me, it feels as if my memories were a shield that I used to hide my thoughts and myself, but without it, my mind was bare.Call me ungrateful but I don’t like the fact that what used to be my secrets were no longer that secret, I don’t remember the reason why I hid secrets about myself from my best friend and the people who knew me, there must have been a reason though, and I am bothered by the fact that I don’t
Hey…A damn ‘hey’…How stupid and irrational does one need to be to send their potential rapist a ‘hey’…A lot, apparently, besides the total absence to any sign of common sense in their brains, I wonder if I can blame that on my amnesia, I am not sure but maybe they are related.I hope they are related because I really don’t want to think of myself as a complete and utter dumdum.I stare at my stupid hey as it sat there on the conversation field and I cursed myself, what the hell was I doing? I throw my phone angrily at the bed as if it a lump of burning coal, and after looking at it for a second, I flip it on the other side, I don’t want to see that damn hey, mocking me.I shake my head and stand up, I feel too hot and embarrassed, even though there is no one in the room with me, I just feel as if I am surrounded by many judging eyes, I have been feeling like this a lot lately, under everyone’s careful watch, as if I am a ticking bomb that might explode if they took their eyes off me
“Hello?”Holy shit, I hang up once I hear his voice across the phone and throw the damn device back on the bed, Just what the hell? I find myself hyperventilating again, not out of fear though.Fuck, why am I feeling like a teenage girl calling her popular crush? I curse myself with every single bad word I know, and funnily I remember a lot, it surprises me for I am told I was a nurse, not a sailor.I run both hands in my hair, which needs an urgent cleaning, before intertwining my fingers on top of my head, I tell myself to live up to my decisions, that I am an adult and need to start acting so, I look at the phone as it is a poisonous snake before reaching for it and dialing the number again.He picks up from the very first ring, and I blurt out an urgent sloppy hello before I chicken out and hang up again.“Natalia, it is really you.” I hear his voice, dripping with surprise, relief, and…longing?“Yes.” Is all I can say, and honestly, I have no idea what to say, my mind goes blank a
Up, and down, then up, and down again, then swallow, and then put another spoon filled with what tastes like ash into your mouth and repeat the process. I force myself to eat, not because I care about the way my insides feel whenever I don’t eat for a long period of time, in fact, I would welcome this feeling and allow it to consume me from the inside until I perish, but because I know he would take it as an act of disobedience and come up with a new way to punish me, the last time I refused to eat he destroyed my asshole, and that wasn’t the worse part, no, it was the fact that he invited two of his equally despicable friends to watch as he did so.I thought that after this time, after all those punishment where he violated every hole in my body, I became immune to it, but he always came with new ways to hurt me, when I became numb to physical pain, he opted to humiliation instead, exposing me to other monsters, a shiver runs down my spine as I remember how he prevented me from usin
“What do you mean that this has nothing to do with me?” I stand in the corner as I watch myself put on a token of a fight, I saw the anger and the hurt in my eyes, it was evident, but my words and my voice weren’t as angry, as if I was holding back.“It doesn’t, Nat, you know I cannot publicly be with you, we have already talked about this!” he answers me with a tired expression, and I see he is trying to choose his words as well, something about this conversation doesn’t feel quite right, as if we both have something to lose.“That doesn’t mean you are free to date her, so openly and publicly, I never protested on our relationship being a secret but only because it was also exclusive, but this?” oh…so this is the infamous fight, I think as I smile bitterly, another piece falling into the puzzle.“Being public with her is the main point of being with her, I need the PR, and I need her father’s connections, this is not about feelings.” Nate tried to reason with me, but what he doesn’t
TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, INCEST, MENTAL TRAUMA.“So, it was you all along?” I glance through half closed eyes at the girl sitting beside me while I lay on the floor of the dark room, tracing the mental scars I acquired through this farce of a life I lived, I smile bitterly as she keeps looking at me with the same hazel eyes, only that hers have a dark glint in them.Understandable, I think as I glance around me at the place I have locked her in all these years, drowned her with all the feelings I have been bottling, all the hate, the anger, the despair, and the unsated need for retaliation.Yeah, all I wanted back then was to forget all about her, all her pain, all her suffering, all her misery, and start anew somewhere else, somewhere far, somewhere big and crowded where I can blend with everyone else, no wonder she hated me, no wonder she tormented me once she was free, I dumped it all on her and went on with my life, sure, I never fully lived, but she didn’t even barely hea
Come here, baby...you know what you have to do...Mama please, believe me!You are a bad girl, Natalia... Stop telling lies!Be a good obedient girl and this Won't hurt!But it hurts! It hurts so much and I hate it!Mama, he is hurting me when you are not around, he is making me do things like...Shush! Don't ever say this again!If you ever speak about this to your mom or anyone, I will have to punish you, now you don't want to be punished like last time, do you?Mama, he used his cigarettes to..What a filthy, lying, little shit you are! I told not to speak of this again!Hush now, baby...Mama, please make him stop!You bitch! I don't want to see you again in my house! Get out! Get out!You think this is over, baby girl?Mama! Please stop, you are hurting me!I don't want to see her! I swear i will kill her! The little skank! She is the reason!It will never
"Something is troubling you, sweety?" I look at my father's face and see concern written all over it, I didn't say much since we left Nate's villa, the wound in my heart is still fresh and bleeding, but even with that I am unable to shake this uneasy feeling that something is wrong, what if something happened to his father because of what he heard? I would never forgive myself if that was the case, The thought only made my mood go soorer, and my father was quick to notice it."Are you still thinking about what happened in that man's villa?""What is something happened to his father?" I ask, my voice laced with worried."And what is this whole thing is but another way to trick you, make you feel guilty about something that isn't even your fault!" My father spat making me look at him, so many words on the top of my tongue but i chose not to say any.How can i tell him about this feeling in my heart without sounding like a naive girl who is easily manipulated?
“Is that so? Can you tell her then why did you leak pictures of you two kissing in your house?!” hearing this, I feel the blood freeze in my veins, I turn to my father abruptly, with eyes begging him to say that I heard wrong.But instead, I see him raise his head challengingly, and the little blood which was left in my face is now completely drained!Oh No!!Fucking No!!I look at Nate with terrified eyes, wanting him to tell me that it is not what I think it is, but again, he has that same expression that makes me nauseous.
“Is that her?!” my father whispers to me as we entered the reception room where I have shared coffee with Nate before, Beth didn’t offer us anything this time, not even a seat, and the gorgeous blondie had excused herself to go get Nate.The thought of that woman bothers me to the point where I, for a second, have forgotten why I came here in the first place, why is she that This is going to be difficult! I tell myself as I take a deep sigh, I am already fidgeting and hesitating, even though I have just received another confirmation about his relationship with that woman. maybe this is why you are hesitating, because the last hope just died in front of your eyes.
“This is a big house!” the look on my father’s house is the same I had on mine when I came here a few days ago, the house was indeed a magnificent piece of work, sadly though, I am not able to enjoy its beauty as I am directly reminded of all the things that happened here.The conversation with Nate, the time in his room, the things he told me, the way he affected me, the way my body responded to his, the dinner, the kiss, the feeling of my wet entrance pressed on his bulging member, the heat and lust in his eyes and in mine, the taste of him inside my mouth, it all comes back to me now as one big lump stuffed forcibly inside my throat, a bitter one that is.“She doesn’t look happy to see us!” my father whisper
“Are you sure he is going to be home?” I shake my head at my father’s question, to be honest I have no idea, it is Sunday, normal people won’t be at work, but again this is Nathaniel Williams, and I doubt he is enjoying a lazy Sunday morning at home with Clark and Beth.And unfortunately, this only leaves me with no other option but to call him!Fuck!I don’t want to call him, I don’t want to take his permission like a good girl, I don’t want to let him know I am coming and have him arrange the time that suits him, and I don’t want to give him the chance to prepare himself, to prepare more lies to tell