He was nothing but a murderer, how could he shoot him and feel no empathy about it.
"Oh please spare me the tears!"
he was yelling at Dior, if he laid his hands on her, i was going to loose it, in that bubble head of his, he wanted to hear her cry. He wouldn't dare to touch her, i wouldn't even hesitate to hit him with a chair.
He told me to stay here and God knows if i watched him continuously yell at her, i was going to blow up.
I heard his footsteps getting louder, he was heading to the room. He opened the door gently, his sleeves rolled up as usual, and i wanted to jumb out of the window, somehow still run.
"You murderer" i said, my eyes were red, i hated that i had to watch people suffer because of him.
"Me?, the only murderer is the one im looking at" he said coming closer and i went backwards. "Stay away from me" i said, my words shaky, i moved backwards and he came closer again.
"Dont act soo innocent Raquel, you choose it this way, this is all your fault. If you were smart enough and didnt run, no one would have to be hurt" he said, i knew somewhere behind my head that this was all my fault, i knew he was going to hurt Dior if i escaped, i just figured that i could ignore it.
"How selfish of you, huh?" he said when i didnt reply, i still didnt say anything, i just stared at the devil, the man who was going to kill me, i wouldn't survive here, i already knew it. He took a step closer and i couldn't move back further, my back nudged the wall.
"Would you Goddamn answer me?" He yelled and he was soo close that i couldn't breath, my breathe was unsteady and i didnt have anything to say, my mind was only drafting to a hundred ways i could run from him. He looked me up to down and left the room. Leaving me to my thoughts.
I stood there staring at the wall, i just wanted to disappear from all of this, go to Brazil, have a new life with zero problems but sadly life gives and all you have to do is accept it the way it is.
I opened the door slightly, i know for sure Sal wouldn't waste his time here. He went back to work.
I heard soft cries, i walked towards the sounds and i saw an opened door, Dior was in a room sitting on a bed, her back faced me so she didnt notice my presence, her hair was poured out for the first time.
I knocked the opened door lightly but she didnt turn, i walked myself in, i sat next to her and my heart shattered only by seeing. her hands were over her face, i only heard her soft cries. "Im really sorry, Dior" i said, she looked up to me her eyes looked dead. Good job Raquel you watched two people suffer all because of your selfishness.
I wanted to smash my head against a wall, i was hunted by guilt. "What did he say?" I said and she opened her mouth but said nothing, i just hugged her tightly and she hugged me back.
Hopefully we would both heal, she looked at my bloody hands and she was concerned, "no its not mine" i said, how selfless could she get. She was the one suffering by living with a monster for God knows how long and she was more worried about me.
"I'll get you some water" i said, i went downstairs and got a fresh cold glass of water not too cold, i went back up and gave it to her. I watched her walk to the bathroom and come out with a pill in her hand.
Was she sick?
She took the pill and gulped down the water, "thank you dear" she looked a bit better, "are you sick?" I had to know. "Something like that" she chuckled.
What the hell did she mean by something like that, i was too curious but now was the time to ask questions.
"Oh, these are for you" she said grabbing a bunch of white bags and handed them to me, she still got my essentials?
"And that dress is in there" she said and i smiled, "thanks, for everything" i said and she just nodded.
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Its been two days since the incident, i wasnt tormenting Sal or trying to start conversations with him, i just let him be, he wasnt going to let me go so it was pointless, but that didn't mean i would be nice and all comfy with him, i still gave my usual glare.
Since then i still haven't eaten, i became alot skinnier, i looked pale but that wasnt a problem because no one would even see this zombie. Sal kept the doors locked all the time, he didnt want me to escape by any chance.
One could die out of boredom in this prison. I look at myself in the mirror, im putting on a black tight top with grey joggers, i let my hair pour. Should i make a trim? I didnt let my hair grow pass my waist, i wasnt a fan of long hair. I definitely would make a trim but not today.
Dior got me a stretcher and some makeup supplies so i straightened my hair considering the facts its always in messy curls and i did a light makeup. If im living in a prison atleast let me look good.
I walked out and Dior smiled, this woman was too jolly for someone who is leaving with a man like Sal.
"You look beautiful" she said, "thanks" i only got that compliment from my mum and Olivia, no one else, my Dad always taught i looked dump in everything, he didnt even have to say it, he always looked at me in disgust, even at 12.
Dior had a mother figure, and i adore her for it, i really wish she would finally be happy.
"I made breakfast and im not taking no for an answer" she said waking straight into the kitchen.
"Uhm" i scratched the back of my ear, i still didnt feel comfortable or safe eating, "i- dont feel—" i was interrupted "You look soo skinny, you have to eat" she said, thanks for pointing that out.
I know im skinny, i look like a skeleton and i hate knowing that fact.
"I really im ok Dior" i said and before i knew it a plate full of raises, bacons and sunny side-up eggs was dropped infront of me and she started lecturing me on why i needed to eat.
God this woman should have been a highschool biology teacher, because how did she know soo much.
I just sat there staring at her, i had clues with some of what she said but most were new words to my ear.
"How do you know all that?" I look at her narrowing my eyes. "Well i did biology as a major in college"she said, thats explains it "oh" sometimes i feel like she had other plans, she had things she wanted to do with her lives, she didnt want to be a maid for a billionaire. Its really sading that my whole future will be destroyed because of something i didnt even do.
This was cleary unfair, i will kill whoever caused this.
"Now stop trying to change the topic and eat" she snapped, oh God, i mentally rolled my eyes. Im not in the mood to eat, im only in the mood to leave this prison.
That word must be sick of me, the truth is there is no better word to describe this place, when Dior faced the cabinet, i threw the food into the trash can.
I knew she would feel bad about this, that wasnt my intention at all, thats why i made eating noises to convince her, seeing the frown on her face, she obviously wasnt buying it.
"Dior, your meal looks absolutely delicious, i just cant bring myself eating something under this roof, i hope you can somehow understand that i appreciate your hard work alot, but eating just wont work" i said, she looked at me with 'pity'.
Everyone was giving me this look.
"I understand, but you need to eat regardless, i wouldn't let Sal poison you" she said and a part of me believed her, it wasnt about poisoning.
"I know, but—" i said and she folded her arms. "I dont see you eating, hows that for a start" im out of excuses for sure.
She looks at me. "I do eat dear, thats why i dont look like i sold my organs" she said and i laugh after realizing what she meant.
"I dont look like that"i defend interrupted by my own laugh. "Look in the mirror dear" she said and we drop into a long silence, not a weird one, more like a peaceful one.
"So, do you have any idea, what is behind those doors" im curious.
"Not really, Mr Sal never start conversations, so i dont try to upset him" for Gods sake would this woman stop adding 'Mr' to his name, it pissing me off.
"Please i plead, such man does not deserve such title" i say dramatically and she laughs, we both gossip the whole day about Sal and surprisingly she told me she and Laurence had an affair.
Woww, i could only imagine that, "why did you two break up?" i asked
"Well we really never dated to start with he basically was a one night stand" she said, ohh.
"But he was truly an amazing man" oh God "he was kind, and he was super nice to me but—" here comes the sad downfall "he cheated, well not exactly but i suppose i fell to early" she said. How dump of him, this is the problem with Men, stick to one and you wouldnt die. No you must have a trillion to feel at rest.
"He's one coward, then" i said, obviously he fell for her too, who wouldnt she's a charming woman. Dior looked at me confused "he definitely felt the same way Dior, he just couldn't bring himself to telling you, coward" i say and she chuckles softly, she looks like she's still holding the memory of him
"Men are the same" i say, trying to sound convincing but her eyes are darted to her nails "you look young and you're beautiful, you definitely would find someone better" she smiled. Thats what she wanted to hear not the truth, the truth is she wouldnt find someone better not in America, like i said Men are the same.
To be honest Dior did look young, she was no doubt in her late 20s "how old are you?"
"Im 27, and you?" She sat next to me, and drank up a glass of water. "Im 18" 18 and way too young to be in such situation, she looked taken back, what? Did i look that much older?
"Yours mind is more matured than your years Dear" she said, ive been told that since i was a kid, its not even about being smarter, i just dont think like the rest of my pairs. Coffee was basically a thing since i was twelve, my mum always tried to caution me on taking too much.
I sometimes wish i grew up like a normal kid, a kid who played in the sand and rode a bicycle but no, i grew up reading novels and being a nerd.
I suppose we already know whose fault this is, my father, education was the only key of success ofcourse, boys dont matter, friends dont matter, with education i can get whatever life offers, with education i would be an outstanding lawyer.
That was his wish, i had other plans than to be a lawyer, what i wanted to do was be a regular waitress at a coffee shop but would the old man listen? No.
"Thanks, i guess" i said, that wasnt a compliment was it?
A/N
Hey guys, this chapter was a bit of a reveal about Raquels past, i really hope your enjoying this book soo far.
See you guys in the next chapter, so stay alive and safe ofcourse.
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