The Nerd [ongoing]

erlebnisse (32.)

erlebnisse

(n.) the experiences, positive or negative, that we feel most deeply, and through which we truly live; not mere experiences, but Experiences

I've been going to the wrong fights. That little bitch has been Storm all along. I clench my teeth.

There's a whole other competition between the women at the Arena where I thought my Doll fought too. That Storm chick was the only one who fought with the guys because the fights with the women were too easy for her.

Fuck. I underestimated you, Doll. Never again.

HUNTERS POV

I flop down on my bed. Damn, what a day.

I can't help but think back to Avas fight. Or actually, what happened after that. Our lips only slightly grazed each other before we had to pull away from each other because Tim walked in.

He acted like he was her big and scary older brother. I mean, the big and scary parts are very true. I don't know about the older brother part. But, I mean, for all I know, it could be true.

I really don't know her at all.

Tim sent me away after that and I haven't seen Ava since.

AVAS POV

/TW: mention of almost rape\

I don't really know how long I've been here. It could've been hours, days, weeks for all I know. I'm mad at everything. Myself, Wyatt, the world, just fucking everything.

The chains around my wrists rattle as I punch the concrete floor next to me. The sting of the little cuts I just added fading away in the pain that is my body.

Whip marks on my back.

Cuts on my arms and legs.

Bruises on my...

everywhere.

The back of my head is throbbing so I wouldn't be surprised if there's a wound on the back of my head too. I don't care enough to check it. What's one more wound?

I blink a few times to check if my eyes are open. I can't see a thing in here. From the few times the door has opened and let some light in I know that I'm in a little concrete box with no windows and just two rings on the wall opposite the door where my chains are attached to.

They switched the chair and rope for these chains when I attacked them with the chair after I untied myself. They didn't like that at all.

I'm wondering what Tim is doing. I hope he's okay. And Santiago of course. Can't forget about Xavier and Dylan. The two toddlers in a grown man's body. The corners of my mouth twitch and my eyes start to water.

Fuck.

I take a few deep breaths and shake my head.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

They'll find me. They'll-

The door croaks and I squint my eyes at the bright light that my eyes aren't used to anymore.

"Hello Doll."

I shudder.

"We're gonna have a little fun together."

I press my back harder against the wall behind me.

He closes the door behind him and the familiar darkness engulfs me again. I can hear his deep breaths and try not to think about what he may do to me.

His footsteps make their way over to me and with every step I wish harder for the ground to just swallow me whole.

I hear him crouch down to me. His vodka-smelling breath hits my face while his breathing starts to get heavier. I try not to gag.

I feel his rough hands on my breasts and I clench my teeth.

I feel his breath on my neck just before his crusty lips make contact with my skin.

At least he's not killing me right?

Fuck.

I can't move- I have too- move. I need to-

WAKE UP!

I sit up straight in my bed. The sweat dripping from my skin. My eyes wide and heavy breaths leave my mouth.

That was, that was the first time they, they-

My chest rapidly moves up and down as I try to calm my breaths down.

I pull my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and rest my head on my knees. I tightly squeeze my eyes closed, trying to make his dirty hands on my skin disappear.

He's not here.

He's not here.

He's not here.

I repeat it as if it's a mantra while rocking my body back and forth.

He's not here.

He's not here.

I need a hot shower or something. I stand up from my bed and walk to the bathroom. I open the door and flip the lights on. I walk past the mirror and catch my own gaze. My eyes are a bit puffy and my cheeks are stained with dried tears while fresh ones are still streaming from my eyes.

I quickly wipe my cheeks. Crying won't solve anything.

I undress myself and shudder when my own hand touches my thigh and I remind myself that it's my hand and that he's not here and I'm not there.

I open the tab and put it on hot. I wait a second while hugging myself. I should've opened the tab before undressing.

I test the water and step under the stream of hot water when it's not that cold anymore. I sigh as I feel all my muscles relax.

I grab a loofah and lather it in some body wash before I start to scrub my body.

My body slowly turns red from the hot water but also from the scrubbing. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop feeling dirty.

I scrub my abdomen again and wince when I look down. My skin is bright red. I should stop. I'm gonna scrub my own skin off if I keep this up.

I put the loofah back and turn off the tab. I wring my hair out and step out of the shower. I grab a towel and wrap it around me.

Where did I leave my phone again?

I walk to my room and check my bedside table. Nope. Oh, that's right. I left it in the living room. I walk towards the living room and grab my phone out of the bookcase. I check the lock screen. 5:06 am.

I guess I'll go on a morning run then. I mean, I have the time for it...