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 most of my questions, the ones which she had an answer to at least.
“Relax, Natalia, you will be okay.” I turn to my other side, where Dr. Jones, the eldest doctor, who is actually an honored professor in psychiatry, is sitting leisurely, her legs crossed with a book in her hand, she looks very composed and wise, and her presence, even though intimidating, is also very assuring.
“I still think this is a bad idea!” I sigh out, unable to keep my feelings to myself.
“On the contrary my dear, this will help you recover faster!” she says with a knowing smile, yeah, we are not exactly here for my recovery, we are here because a certain Mr. Williams asked for a closed hearing so we can discuss this case between me and him before he, and I will coat his lawyer, decides what to legally do!
“It is going to be okay, Natalia. Just keep in mind that the tests barely proved anything, this whole thing can be but a big misunderstanding.”, I smile at her, not letting my expressions show how truly bothering her words are.
If this whole thing is a misunderstanding as she said, then those lawyers are going to tear me to pieces, I have learned how influential the Williams are, they were already accusing me of setting the whole thing up and because of my condition, I had no memories to aide me, no recollections to support me, nothing, just blankness.
However, if she is wrong and this whole thing isn’t a misunderstanding, then it means that this guy really tried to rape me, I hardly manage to swallow my sob at the thought of being abused and hurt in that way. That horrible, destructive, untreatable way.
What could I have possibly done for him to do this to me? What kind of a monster was he?
A terrifying one, apparently, I don’t know what he looks like, but the mere mention of his name makes me feel uncomfortable, Maisie and Emma, the policewoman, seem to really hate him, they told me he is some kind of a rich businessman with some shady affairs and relations that couldn’t be proven, with this new-found knowledge, I am sure I can be pardoned for imagining him as a satanic creature with no heart nor remorse.
I don’t want any of this, I just want to regain my memories and know who I am, it is killing me to not know a single thing about myself, to not know about my past, and accept myself the way others define me.
I hear the door unlock and my breath is trapped in my throat, this is it, I am going to meet the person accused of raping me, I seem to be forgetting how to breathe, my hands shiver violently and I look down at them, unable to look up, unable to see the people who walked in.
I take small quick breathes, my eyes burn horribly and I fight back the tears, I can’t allow myself to cry now, what in the hell is happening to me, my lower lip starts to tremble, I know I need to keep it together, but my body is not cooperating at all.
I am scared, I realize, I am terrified, why am I this scared, if nothing is confirmed as Maisie said then why am I feeling like this? As if I am trapped in a cage with hungry wolves, I feel many eyes on me and I want to shrink until I disappear.
Please God, I don’t want to be here, please make me disappear.
“Are you okay?” I hear someone asking me, a velvet manly voice that makes me instantly freeze, I slowly raise my head to meet a pair of green orbs, and for a second I forget my surroundings, I focus on those eyes, how beautiful they look with that deep color and concerned frown, why is this person looking at me with concern? Who is he?
“Mr. Williams.” I hear someone say and I am petrified, my eyes widen in horror and I pull back until my back is stuck to the chair’s backrest, my hands involuntarily move to hug me as I keep eye contact with the man who could be my rapist.
A complicated emotion shows in his eyes and I try to decipher it, I easily see pain, concern, sadness, and even anger, I don’t know if these feelings I am reading are genuine but I know they are directed towards me, I see him lower his eyes and exhale loudly, before stepping away from me to go sit next to his knights in shining suits.
Maisie handles me a cup of water and I am very grateful for it, I feel much better after taking a few sips, seeing that everyone is seated, a representative of the court stands up and begins talking.
“Now that we are all here, I would like to begin this hearing.” He looks at everyone then nods approvingly.
“First allow me to explain why are we here.” This time, he is looking at me and the doctors and cops with me, so I am guessing it is only us at the receiving end of this explanation.
Wow! The transparency!
“After hearing about the current condition of the victim, Mr. Williams has asked for this hearing before taking any legal procedures against the person accusing him, that is you, Miss Natalia Kings.”
“What kind of nonsense is this?” Maisie angrily voices out my question, what does he mean by taking legal procedures against me? He is accused of raping me! Why is he the one threatening to sue me, I clench my fists and look at the representative. And Maisie in front of me is ready to give them hell but then a cold voice calls for me.
“Natalia.” I slowly look at the man in a grey suit surrounded with an armada of lawyers, our eyes meet and something insides me steers, I don’t know what exactly but it is not just fear this time.
“Is it true that you have lost your memory about the accident?” his voice is cold but his eyes are somehow concerned, or maybe it is just the black circles surrounding them. I am not sure but something in them doesn’t exactly fill in the satanic image I have imagined in my mind about the monster who tried to rape me, something is wrong and misplaced in this whole ordeal.
“Allow me to explain, for Natalia is looking very confused.” Dr. Jones speaks and all heads turn towards her, I hesitate a little before breaking the eye contact with the green orbs.
“Miss Natalia is suffering from what we call dissociative amnesia, her mind is blocking all the memories related to herself, including the accident that took place inside your house, Mr. Williams, this kind of disorder occurs when a person is subjected to a traumatizing experience. Usually, a person only forgets the experience itself and the events related to it, such as names, dates, faces, but judging by the fact that Natalia had forgotten everything about herself, I can safely presume that she was badly traumatized.”
I look at Dr. Jones, not caring to hide my tears anymore, I am incapable of taking in what she just said, I look back at that Williams guy with shocked and accusing eyes, just what in the hell did he do to me? What was so bad that my own mind decided to make me forget my entire life, my identity, just to forget about it?
“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
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
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