“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. Jones stands up and resumes talking. “Of course, the fact that you lost all your memories about yourself and identity and not just the ones related to that accident can also lead us to think that it wasn’t the accident itself that traumatized you but something else, it was definitely the trigger though.”
“Pardon me, Dr. Jones, but your words imply that my client was in one way or another guilty with Miss King’s current condition, these are serious accusations.” One of the lawyers speaks sharply, but the elder woman doesn’t lose her composure, she remains perfectly calm, I think it is one of the skills she acquired from years of treating mental illness.
It is a scary skill if you asked me, i mean, this woman looks at everything as if it is another case, i am grateful for her help, but sometimes, she looks at me as if i am this interesting patient she is watching from behind the glass, her curiosity sometimes surpasses her compassion.
“I am not a prosecutor, I am a psychiatrist, I am not here to accuse anyone, I am here to explain Miss Kings’ condition and prevent anyone from twisting the facts about her current state into their favor.”
That was intense, I thought to myself, and judging by everyone’s expressions, they thought the same as well.
“How can we be sure if what she is having is the same disorder you mentioned?”
As if expecting that question, Dr. Jones nods and walks to me with a paper and pen in her hands, I frown, a little confused, for I am not sure of what she is going to do.
Once she is standing next to where I am sitting, she places the paper and pen on the table in front of me and asks me to start taking some notes, hers particularly, I don’t really think I had a choice in the matter so I nod at her, she smiles at me and walks back to her seat.
“So as I was saying, we did all the necessary tests to see if Miss Kings is suffering from any brain injury that might be incriminated in her memory loss instead of the accident, and the emotional trauma it caused her, and there are none, her limbic system is fine, she has no history with celiac disease nor with alcohol or drug abuse, no encephalitis, no subarachnoid hemorrhages, no tumors developing, the electroencephalogram, as well as the magnetic resonance imaging, proved these results. and therefore, we are left with the traumatic experience explanation, especially if we take into consideration the state she was in when found inside your house, Mr. Williams. Now, Natalia, could you sign your notes?”
I look up at her, totally confused but I still obey, and that is when it hits me, I signed the paper using my own name, Natalia Kings, and I did it automatically without even realizing! I look at the paper with shocked eyes before It is lifted by none other than Dr. Jones herself.
“As you can see here.” She holds the paper up for everyone to see, especially the armada of lawyers and their king, “As you can all see, Natalia has written all the notes correctly, even though the medical terms are hard, she still managed to write them correctly, and if you look here…” she points at two words of three letters each, “Instead of writing the full words of the tests, she only wrote their abbreviations, EEG and MRI.”
“Doesn’t this mean that she isn't amnesic?” one of the lawyers looks at me accusingly for a brief moment but his question granted him a deprecated look from Dr. Jones that almost labeled him as the stupidest creature on earth.
“So, as I was saying before being rudely interrupted, Natalia remembers her medical knowledge, she remembers her signature, even if she is unaware of it, but she doesn’t remember that she is a nurse, which is the way she acquired that knowledge, what she forgot is her identity, and that is why I diagnosed her with dissociative amnesia.”
“So, you really can’t remember what happened?” It was that vile man who asked, I want to ignore him, to pretend I didn’t hear him and that he isn’t in the room at all, but I know I have to face him if I want to know what happened to me, if I truly wanted this hell to end.
“No.” was my short reply, not looking at him, I hear him sigh before mumbling something to his lawyers.
“But you might, soon.” We all turn back at Dr. Jones and the woman is still having that calm expression on her face.
“Usually, the person’s memories start coming back to them after a few days, not at once of course but little by little, and under helpful circumstances.” Hearing her voice, I feel conflicted, a part of me is happy and excited to have my memories back, I was sick of living this way, blank and clueless, depending on others, but in the same time, I was scared, what if the things I am going to remember are too hard to take? what if they break me again?
“Now, let us talk about the state we received Natalia in.” Maisie addressed the lawyers, looking a bit less confident then Dr. Jones but I believe in her.
“I am sure you have already read my report, even Though Natalia didn’t have any signs of forced penetration, no vaginal nor anal injuries, and no sign of semen that might have belonged to Mr. Williams, she did have traces of matching blood under her nails, not to mention, traces of Saliva on her face, neck, and breasts, several hickeys on her body, and straight-up bruises around her wrists.”
“This is not enough to claim that he raped her!” One of the lawyers retorts only to receive a sharp glare from his king.
“All this proves is that there was an intimate moment between Mr. Williams and Miss Kings.”, the same lawyer, calmer this time, speaks out but Emma scoffs at him.
“And do your women scratch you until they draw blood out of you while you grab their wrists hard enough to leave horrid bruises, all while you guys are being 'intimate'?”
“I was only trying to calm her down, I didn’t mean to hurt her wrists, I was just thrown off guard by her sudden panic attack.” The Williams' guy sighs tiredly before looking up at me, and this time, I look back at him. “I didn’t force myself on you, Natalia, I stopped when you asked me to.”
“If you did…” I speak for the first time, and my voice is shaking, hell I don’t want to sound so weak but all of these revelations drained me, all the last days, all the horrible exams, all the injections and nauseous medications, all the lonely nights I have spent trying to remember who I am, it all drained me to the point where I am no longer able to fight back.
“If you did stop, then why am I like this?”
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
To think one word can leave someone this frozen and numb.To think that one word is capable of making a person forget how to breathe.I remain in my spot, not even able to hang up.Why do I feel this way?I am not excited, I am not moved, I don’t feel any warmth, the butterflies in my stomach are probably dead or hibernating.I don’t feel frustrated, I don’t feel angry.I feel, numb…Why would a simple word such as baby make me feel this way? As if the air had been pulled out of my lungs, as if I no longer have the ability to move or think.For God knows how long, I feel like I am not only stripped off my identity, but of my humanity, as if I am no longer a human, I feel like I was a being, an almost conscious one that can sense its surroundings and itself, but not affect them. I feel like a puppet, and from the back of my mind, the disgusted sneer resonates in my ears.“You are worthless.”I gasp at last, or my body does out of reflex due to the lack of air, I raise my hand to my fac
I shiver when I hear his voice roaring, Maisie notices it and comes near me, taking my hands in hers.“What is he doing here?” I ask, perplexed as well as worried, and then I remember I actually heard the sound of a car’s door being slammed when I talked to him earlier.“I don’t know, stay here while I go out and check…” I don’t wait for Maisie to finish her words as I make my way towards the door, I need to know why he is here, and why is he making a scene in front of our block.I descend the stares hurriedly with Maisie trailing behind me, trying to convince me not to go down there but I ignore her words, I refused to meet him when he asked me to earlier because I felt I wasn’t ready, and who in the hell can feel ready to meet someone who had possibly hurt them, I don’t think I will ever be truly ready, then why wait until I am? Especially if he is right outside my block.Stepping outside the block, I walk to the side where my window is located, where a black Mercedes is parked near
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