Cold State Line
Flashback 2.0
Tears and snot streamed down my face. I can't believe this was happening again. We had filed for a restraining order, but Clay's daddy was a powerful man, and he thought the best of his son. Everyone did. I was portrayed as a slut and a liar. But I promised to drop it all if he just left me alone. Everyone had agreed, but Clay was back, haunting me.
"Go away!" I screamed as I ran to my bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking myself in. "You promised!"
I could hear his drunk laughter through the door. Clay didn't care that what he was doing was wrong and hurting me. He just wanted what he was after. In this terrifying case, he was after me. I didn't want him anywhere near me. Please, let this lock hold.
Thumping sounded from the door, what I could only tell was a foot. "Come on, darling. We love each other. Why did you go and tell the town I abused you? I'm not an abuser. We fucked, and you liked it."
Fear sent a shiver down my spine. He was deluded. There was no way I would ever want we he did to me. No woman wants to be forced into sex, into intimacy when they don't want it.
"Go away!" I was surprised my voice was as strong as it was. It felt like every other part of me was shaking.
"No," he said and the door snapped under his foot. Splinters went flying through out the room, hitting my skin and causing me to cringe. The wood hurt as it cut into me. "You're mine, darling."
Clay grabbed me by the hair and pulled. Clumps of my hair fell out into his hands and he only looked down and laughed. Without a second thought, he grabbed my arm and dragged me from the bathroom. My legs and arms started to flail in an attempt to get away from him, but nothing worked. Clay was too strong.
He dragged me into my living room and threw me onto my coffee table. Pictures, trinkets, and glass shattered and went flying to the floor. I could feel the glass shards in my back. Pain seared through my body, and I tried to roll of the now broken table. Clay's hand slammed into my throat and all the breath in my body left.
Rope appeared from somewhere, and the depraved man tied me to the ends of the table, splaying me like a carcass. Clay laughed at the look on my face and pulled my clothes from my body, leaving me naked in front of him. I wanted to shield myself but couldn't.
Clay took me in slowly. He took a long drag from his whiskey bottle and then set it down, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants. Panic set in and I started to flail again. I was not going to be his victim again, I couldn't be. My head whipped side to side, but Clay was inside me before I could loosen the rope.
It burned and tore. I could feel my muscles tearing as he thrust in, harder and harder. He had no regard for how I felt. He wanted the pleasure, and he was going to get it any way he wanted it. When he was nearing his orgasm, he pulled out and came all over my bare chest.
Disgust welled up in my body, and I did something so bold. I spit on him. Anger, unlike any I had ever seen before, ravaged his face. Clay went from a handsome man to a wholly terror. Wiping the spit from his face, he bent over and grabbed a piece of glass.
"You want me to leave you alone? You want to fuck other guys? No one will ever want you again," Clay said and put the long shard of glass inside my vagina.
Pain unlike I had ever felt rushed through my pelvic area. Blood spilled from me, coating the floor. It was burning agony as he used it like a dildo. Before long my entire lower half went numb and I went limp. Clay didn't seem to notice or care as he kept using the piece of glass.
"No one will want you now," he said and spit on me, pulling the glass from me harshly. "We're done now, bitch."
Clay left. I was still tied to the table, not able to even reach my phone. I screamed, hoping my neighbors would hear me. How had they not before? Why did they just ignore what was happening? My screams grew louder, lasting for as long as I could hold them.
Finally, after what felt like hours, someone broke my door down. My head lolled to see who it was... Tina's husband. Thank god. He was the only cop I trusted after everything that happened the last time Clay got to me.
"Jesus, Haylee. I got you," he said and called for an ambulance. That couldn't be good. I don't remember what happened next. Everything faded to black.
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"Miss Lewis, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but the damage is beyond repair. The glass shard the man used on you has irreparably damaged your left and right ovaries, your uterus, cervix, and one of your Fallopian tubes. There is no chance of you carrying, let alone delivering, a child."
The doctor's words entered my brain slowly. I never really thought about having kids. It wasn't something that necessarily appealed to me, but the fact that that choice was taken away from me made it all worse.
Clay was an evil man, of that I was sure.
"Go away!" I screamed as I ran to my bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking myself in. "You promised!"
I could hear his drunk laughter through the door. Clay didn't care that what he was doing was wrong and hurting me. He just wanted what he was after. In this terrifying case, he was after me. I didn't want him anywhere near me. Please, let this lock hold.
Thumping sounded from the door, what I could only tell was a foot. "Come on, darling. We love each other. Why did you go and tell the town I abused you? I'm not an abuser. We fucked, and you liked it."
Fear sent a shiver down my spine. He was deluded. There was no way I would ever want we he did to me. No woman wants to be forced into sex, into intimacy when they don't want it.
"Go away!" I was surprised my voice was as strong as it was. It felt like every other part of me was shaking.
"No," he said and the door snapped under his foot. Splinters went flying through out the room, hitting my skin and causing me to cringe. The wood hurt as it cut into me. "You're mine, darling."
Clay grabbed me by the hair and pulled. Clumps of my hair fell out into his hands and he only looked down and laughed. Without a second thought, he grabbed my arm and dragged me from the bathroom. My legs and arms started to flail in an attempt to get away from him, but nothing worked. Clay was too strong.
He dragged me into my living room and threw me onto my coffee table. Pictures, trinkets, and glass shattered and went flying to the floor. I could feel the glass shards in my back. Pain seared through my body, and I tried to roll of the now broken table. Clay's hand slammed into my throat and all the breath in my body left.
Rope appeared from somewhere, and the depraved man tied me to the ends of the table, splaying me like a carcass. Clay laughed at the look on my face and pulled my clothes from my body, leaving me naked in front of him. I wanted to shield myself but couldn't.
Clay took me in slowly. He took a long drag from his whiskey bottle and then set it down, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants. Panic set in and I started to flail again. I was not going to be his victim again, I couldn't be. My head whipped side to side, but Clay was inside me before I could loosen the rope.
It burned and tore. I could feel my muscles tearing as he thrust in, harder and harder. He had no regard for how I felt. He wanted the pleasure, and he was going to get it any way he wanted it. When he was nearing his orgasm, he pulled out and came all over my bare chest.
Disgust welled up in my body, and I did something so bold. I spit on him. Anger, unlike any I had ever seen before, ravaged his face. Clay went from a handsome man to a wholly terror. Wiping the spit from his face, he bent over and grabbed a piece of glass.
"You want me to leave you alone? You want to fuck other guys? No one will ever want you again," Clay said and put the long shard of glass inside my vagina.
Pain unlike I had ever felt rushed through my pelvic area. Blood spilled from me, coating the floor. It was burning agony as he used it like a dildo. Before long my entire lower half went numb and I went limp. Clay didn't seem to notice or care as he kept using the piece of glass.
"No one will want you now," he said and spit on me, pulling the glass from me harshly. "We're done now, bitch."
Clay left. I was still tied to the table, not able to even reach my phone. I screamed, hoping my neighbors would hear me. How had they not before? Why did they just ignore what was happening? My screams grew louder, lasting for as long as I could hold them.
Finally, after what felt like hours, someone broke my door down. My head lolled to see who it was... Tina's husband. Thank god. He was the only cop I trusted after everything that happened the last time Clay got to me.
"Jesus, Haylee. I got you," he said and called for an ambulance. That couldn't be good. I don't remember what happened next. Everything faded to black.
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"Miss Lewis, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but the damage is beyond repair. The glass shard the man used on you has irreparably damaged your left and right ovaries, your uterus, cervix, and one of your Fallopian tubes. There is no chance of you carrying, let alone delivering, a child."
The doctor's words entered my brain slowly. I never really thought about having kids. It wasn't something that necessarily appealed to me, but the fact that that choice was taken away from me made it all worse.
Clay was an evil man, of that I was sure.
Notes
Ohhhhh my god, okay I am so sorry that I had to put that in there, but it was the only way to describe exactly how evil Clay is and why Haylee distrusts men so much. I totally understand if you had to skip that chapter or if you think I'm a sick person. I don't take offense at all. That is why I try to put trigger warnings on things.
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3/25/18