Chapter 55 : The punishment for my tears

The punishment for my tears

Before I had time to ask what he meant Crystal had turned me around to face her so we were now head to head. From this distance I could see her breath smelt of coffee and cigarettes and her teeth where yellowing with stains and upon her lips was badly applied red lipstick. Her face looked much older up close, and she did have a frightening authority about her. I had to hold my breath just so I didn’t scream in her face from the new fear that was now surging through my very being.

“Right,” Emmet sighed bending down in a crouch behind me. Crystal wrapped her arms in a position that restricted my head and upper body. All my muscles pulled against the entrapment desperate for the limited freedom I could have in this tiny clinic room with two other people but it did not come, they held me in place like vines from the very centre of the earth.

“OK, One, two, three.” At three Crystal pulled my upper body so I was on tip toes and Emmet lifted my legs into the air.

The screaming started without me really realising it, the high pitched wails of the ultimately distressed. It hurt my ears and wished it would stop. I only realised I was the one screaming when I heard Emmet trying to sooth me. His voice could barely be heard over my piercing screams but he kept trying any way,

“Mi, I’m sorry Mi, I know it is horrible and a bit disorientating but it will be over soon I promise. You are safe, you are going to OK.” but my screaming could not be stopped. It was like a button had been pressed, my own personal alarm and nothing could silence it.

“Emmet what the hell?” A familiar voice shouted from behind me I tried to moved my head to look at her but crystal forced it back downwards with a little more force then was necessary so I was looking at the floor. It made me feel sick as I watched the grainy tiles swirl past my vision and had to swallow lunch again. Nice.

“I will talk to you later Bella.” Emmet said the authority in his voice clear and Bella did not talk again to question it. At least she cared for a while but she seemed to except Emmet’s ruling.

I was not sure how many people where watching my slow accent down the corridor and up the stairs, but I am sure there were a lot each of them knowing with an underlying knowledge that this could just as easily of been them. Terrified, screaming and restrained. In any other place this would have been a thing you saw once in a life time. Here it was normal. Here this was life.

“Here we go Mi.” Emmet finely said leading me into a room where I was laid down on the floor in the same position I had been carried in, the staff still restraining me in their hold, they were calm and not even out of breath. They had done this far too often that was clear. How many people before me had become there thing to play with? The worse thing was I still wasn’t sure what I had done wrong to deserve this. I stopped when he asked me to.

“One, Two three,” Crystal yelled. The restraints around me where then released, Crystal, Emmet and the others we picked up on the way bolted out the door in perfect formation. Then there was a clicking sound, the sound of the lock, keeping me in; their little prisoner. I didn’t move from the position where I was left and the screaming stopped. The tears came again now but they were inaudible. He told me it was all right to cry, but when I did, I landed up in prison.