Skeletons in the closet II
Camila's POV
This couldn't be happening.
Tears involuntary pour out of my eyes and I frantically shake my head as Alejandro's words fill my head.
You'd be dead without me.
Your papa had many enemies and when he died, that didn't stop them from wanting revenge.
"William, you have to-to understand, I have nothing to do with my fathers actions. Whatever he did to you-"
"He hurt me and my family!" He booms and I can feel the anger radiating off him.
A choked sob escapes my lips as I'm flooded with a new wave of fear and anxiety. "He hurt me too."
I never asked for this. Any of it. I never asked to be brought into this world and I sure as hell never asked to suffer the consequences of my fathers actions.
My sobs fill the silence before William speaks, his voice now soft and hesitant, almost hopeful. "He did?"
"Yes!" I scream angrily. "He would lock me in a closet just like this! You're just like him!"
"No I'm not!" He mumbles frantically, and although I can't see his face, I can tell he's horrified.
"Then prove it. Let me out." I say, straightening out my right foot to pound on the door.
The action causes my leg to sting and I wince in pain as I try to sob harder, only I'm so dehydrated that my body can't perspire anymore tears so I'm left to sit there like a lifeless being, begging to be put out of its misery.
I lift my head at the sound of a lock turning and when the door slowly creaks open, I slump my shoulders in relief as I squint my eyes at the sudden brightness.
The next thing I know, a tight grip on my ankle is dragging me forward and I suddenly realise why my entire right side is in pain.
William wasn't strong enough to carry me.
And when I open my eyes and look down at my body as he drags me towards what seems to be a bed in this old motel room, the harsh rug material drags along the exposed skin on my right side, burning the already stinging skin.
He pauses to catch his breath when he gets near the bed and I take the time to look down at my side. I examine my shoulder, arm, upper thigh and parts of my leg that's covered in scratch marks and dried blood as I wince feeling pain on the side of my head and my right ear.
They're scratch marks from the ground and when I look closer, I see bits of gravel, rock and dirt imbedded into the cuts and I cry out.
William looks down at me and offers somewhat of an apologetic smile as I try not to freak out at how uneasy he appears.
He moves down to start lifting my limp body onto the bed, but he fails multiple times. I'm too weak to move and all I can do is cry out and wince until he finally lays me across the bed, propping my upper body against the pillows.
The room smells of mildew and dust and when he moves forward to sit on the edge of the bed he turns to stare down at me.
He brings a hand out to caress my hair, even though my hair is knotted and a mix of blood, dirt and rocks. "When we get to our new home, I'll start going to the gym." He promises under his breath and I try to move away but I can't physically move my body.
If he wasn't going to kill me then that meant he had other plans in mind. I was trapped with him and the thought alone made me sick to my stomach.
He stands, handing me a water bottle and despite my fear, I take it and drink the water as he moves towards a brown fast food bag on the desk.
I watch as he opens it up and takes out a burger but when he splits it in half and tosses the other half into the garbage, I whimper.
I was starving.
He moves back towards me and smiles as he holds out the half burger. "If this is going to work, I can't risk you running away from me." He reasons simply.
His eyes watch me closely, like he's waiting to see my reaction and when he raises a brow and holds the food away from me, I gather his threat.
He doesn't want me to fight him. So, I do what I know will get me what I want. Lie.
"Thank you, William." I say, grabbing the burger. I muster up a smile and when he looks pleased he surprises me by handing me the fries as well.
I devour the food as I take in the dingy motel room. It's dim and the curtains on the window are drawn but there's a section that's still not covered and I realise that's the light that was shining through the door.
"Where are we?" I ask, side eyeing him. He's watching me with a pleased smile and I gather from his overall appearance and demeanor, that he's clearly having some sort of psychotic break.
I knew if I freaked out, it could get bad. I needed to adjust and act like everything was fine.
"It doesn't matter. We are going to leave soon." He says shuffling closer.
My face drops. "When?"
"Tonight." He nods and then he goes back to mumbling words under his breath, but I'm too busy trying to calm down to listen to him.
Instead I finish my food and eye the soda drink that came with the meal. I needed more energy and more sugar would help me gain some sort of strength.
I needed to manipulate the manipulator.
I shift, gaining some more energy from the food and place my hand atop William's, who's sitting at the edge of the bed facing me. When he stops his mumbling and looks into my eyes, I plaster on a look of innocence. "Could I please have some of that soda?"
He moves forward and I instantly find myself shying away from him in fear. He stops and with a small frown he hands me the soda. "Please don't be scared of me. You have to understand why I did it. It was either you or her." He mumbles softly.
I take the drink and instantly start to drink it, partly scared that he'll take it away from me. "Umhm." I mumble out distractedly. I wasn't really listening to his strange mumbling, nor did I care right now.
He moves forward once again and when I think he's going to hit me, I shut my eyes to prepare for the hit but instead I feel his fingers on the back of my neck, undoing the halter top of my dress.
I tense and instantly try to move away but I'm still so weak, William grabs onto me holding me in place."No." I breathe in protest, shaking my head as my wide eyes find his.
He could very easily take advantage of me and I wouldn't have the strength to stop him, but I'd damn well do everything in my power to make it difficult for him.
He sighs and stops, moving his hands to cup my face as understanding spreads his. "Pumpkin, we are not going to do anything, yet." He says but that still doesn't make me feel any less uncomfortable. "I'm not taking your virginity in a dirty motel." He laughs like the idea is so ridiculous and my eyes hold nothing but fear. "I just need to get you changed out of these clothes." He reasons.
"No." I say trying to shift away from him and when that doesn't work I throw the empty soda cup at his face.
He ignores me and reaches back behind my neck, to once again undo the knot, properly this time, but I move away and squirm away from him.
He pulls back with an annoyed huff. "I didn't want it to come to this." He says shaking his head and when he reaches into the nightstand, he pulls out a gun and I freeze.
He points the gun towards me. "If you keep acting out my plans won't work." He warns.
I stare up at him, swallowing thickly and I can do nothing but nod obediently.
"I knew you would come around." He smiles and I watch him move to set the gun on the desk that's the farthest distance away from me, before turning to move back towards me.
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