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**********Flashback 1905**********
"Ma, Ma, you can’t." Tears silently slid down my face as I wept. I was biting down so hard on my lip that I could taste my own blood. I dropped to my knees on the hard cement floor, wincing only for a second.
"You... You... You can’t," I begged and pleaded. I stared up at my mother through my tears. Looking into her cold, dark brown eyes, I saw nothing but hatred.
Looking straight at me, with not a bit of sympathy, she blurted out, " I can, and I will."
**********Present**********
Wiping away the hot, salty tears off my face with my hand, I stood up from the chair and walked over to my window. Moving the blue curtain aside, I noticed that sun had fallen. I reached for my long leather coat and headed out the door.
"Rachel, is something wrong?" my friend Lisa asked me. I turned to face her.
"Hmmmm no, I’m sorry, it’s just been a long day."
She smiled and took another sip of her coffee. "Yeah, I know the feeling. Today at work it’s been like non-stop, and to top it all off, my mother called today."
"Really, what did she want?" I looked at her as she made a sort of disgusted face.
“Ugh, she was just checking up in on me AGAIN. Going on and on about how she misses me and stuff." She paused for a second so she could take another sip, " I mean, don’t get me wrong or anything, I love her and all, but for-fucking-sakes; I’m twenty years old! When will she stop treating me like a baby?"
I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes. "You should feel lucky. Your mom loves you and cares about you. Most kids would die to be in your position right now," I said kind of forcefully at her. Trust me I should know. I was one of them. She looked at me for a second with a quizzical expression. Then, she took a last sip of her coffee and continued our conversation.
"After forty-five minutes of my mother rambling to me, she tells me at the end that my li'l sister is coming down for two months in three weeks. I mean: can you believe that? Ugh."
I better leave before I say something to her that will make her pissed. "Hey Lisa, I’m sorry, I have to leave right now. I um have to study for the next Physics exam coming up." I smiled at her and got up and started collecting my trash, when she too started picking up her mess. There was an odd silence between us as we walked toward the trash bin.
"You know," Lisa begun, "It’s strange. We both go to the same college and yet I have never seen you there."
I laughed. "Yeah, I know." I paused trying to think of something quickly. "I never see you either. I try to keep to myself, you know." I raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders.
She nodded her head and replied, "Yeah I know," as we both headed out in different directions.
I pulled up the collar to my jacket closer to me as the cold night air blew across my face. The streets were pitch black and no one was in sight. The only sound that was heard was that of my shoes hitting the ground with every step I took. I closed my eyes.
**********Flashback**********
I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I ran until I thought I couldn’t see the vineyards anymore. I stopped for a second to catch my breath. Looking around, I couldn’t see anything. Darkness had encircled me. As the cold night mist hit me I shivered. Hugging myself in attempt to keep warm, I stood there in all my nakedness. I whimpered silently as the tears pooled down my face. I knew he wouldn’t give up. He never did. Those footsteps of his were coming closer and closer until he hovered over me.
"There you are, Bitch," he grabbed a hold of me and hit me over and over repeatedly until there was a pool of blood under me. He yanked on my hair so my face was toward him. "I think I paid way to much to your mother." He paused, grabbing a hold of my breast, unzipping his pants as he pulled himself out. "Hold still, you fucking bitch."
I screamed out in pain as he plunged himself into me. Pounding harder and faster each time until he’d had enough and climaxed. He stood up, pulling his pants back on, and forced his tongue in my mouth. Kicking me one last time, he yelled, "I want my money’s worth, Bitch. Next time it will be worst."
**********Present**********
Not even realizing I had made it back to my apartment, I walked up the steps and put the key into the door. My stomach started to twist and turn. My god, I haven’t eaten since I woke up. Turning on the lights, I made my way to the refrigerator. I grabbed a coffee mug and sat in on the counter. Opening the fridge, I took out a thermal jar and placed it in the microwave. After a few moments, the microwave sounded, and I took out the jar to pour the fluid into my mug. Gliding my tongue over my lips, I brought the mug to my mouth, letting the hot liquid enter my mouth. Running my lips over it again and again. I closed my eyes and sighed, forgetting everyone who caused me pain and agony. I savored the taste like it was going to be my last time. Not caring if anyone was there, my teeth began to grow and my eyes began to glow. Setting down the mug, I realized it was almost sunrise and headed off to bed. Pulling the covers over myself, I closed my eyes. The blood still tingled on my lips.
The Anointed One