Page 122 of Eyes Like Angel
He outstretched his hand.
I almost nodded, wanting someone to help me get out of this mess. I prayed to God, hoping he’d give me a solution—his angels will send them to me, I’m sure.
Right?
“Ah, I was expecting you to say ‘yes’. After all, we’re friends, remember?”
With a single breath, his hand pulled back.
And Romano swatted his bat at my face in deft motion and had me fell beside the jagged rocks.
“Stupid bitch, as if I ever want to be friends with you.”
He spat his hot saliva at my face.
I coughed up blood, slipping from my lips, and my nostrils bled, unable to breathe in properly.
“Do you honestly think I’m ever going to befriend someone like you?” Romano sneered. “To me, if anything, you reminded me of a dead corpse, wanting love, care and fed for. Do you honestly think you’re special the moment I talked to you? God you’re so pathetic and naïve. I’d never hang out or befriended with a dead corpse!”
Then I ran, all laughed within its highest thrill as they chased me, rushing through the sharpest bushes and thin branches, screaming for my life.
“Come play with us, Eva!”
“Come play!”
And their shrilled laughter increased louder, and I tripped, leading them grasping me, dragging me back to the original spot.
They didn’t stop there. They kicked me and tossed me around as if I was a ragdoll. When their energy was spent, I fell over beside a dug hole.
“How does it feel now, you stupid cunt?” Romano’s eyes glinted, his bat slung over his shoulder and tapped against the shoulder blade.
“Please…stop…don’t…”
“Please,” Romano mocked, produced an exaggerated sniffling, crying noises, “don’t. God, even you sound so laughable, I could almost cry. No wonder why I don’t like hanging with you. Throughout my life, I never hate anybody but you.”
Tears shed, unfolded the deeper parts of me and torn.
Gradualness of hope in me died.
The faith inside me tainted.
Tainted and lost—impaired and parted to bits.
Their hands crushed against my sensitive joints, pinning me down as Romano zipped down his pants and pushed them lower, with a smile spread across his face, he didn’t care of the objections I’ve claimed, begging to let me go and never bothered him again.
“I don’t think I’d let you go,” Romano said venomously. “I just want to see your pathetic sad face when you die. This is will be the greatest night ever, for raping you.”
I couldn’t do much. My limbs weakened from resistance—resisting for the very life I once considered as meaningless and useless. Tears shed, but I stifled my voice, my voice to be echoed and heard in a dark forest. The infliction dug deeper, whips and words—sting and stung onto me, on my limbs, the tainted wounds, ones that hadn’t healed bashed and marred, whip cut off piece by piece until they’re finished.
I kicked him in the balls, and he groaned in pain, leaving a bunch of group beating me with a whip and a belt, one carried a knife. Matthew a knife, and tortured me, pinned me down as he slashed his knife swiftly on my flesh, little by little. They all laughed as they pinned me down again.
They heaved, still had smiling faces, looking down on me.
My flesh bled and stained over my clothing. My veil tarnished to shreds from them dragging me.
“Everything’s your fault,” Emily said with venom. “If you haven’t gotten my way, you would’ve live in that dingy attic of yours. You should’ve died there, you should’ve suffered. Why are you still alive?”
“Because God gave me this life,” I said to her.
