“Um, hi?” I’m terrified. There’s nothing about this guy that makes me think that he’s friendly, or won’t hurt me, or even that he’s happy to see me in his house at all. I have the very distinct feeling that he’s probably Roque’s dad, and if there’s one thing that I’ve never been good at, it’s meeting the parents.
This is not how I want to meet someone’s dad. I’m wrapped in a blanket, I can barely stand up, and I’m pretty sure that I have sticks and twigs in my hair from hiding out in the woods after I fucked his son in an alley.
A great first impression? Not really.
He doesn’t respond to me. Instead, he looks past me at Johnny. “Give me that and get some rope,” he tells him, reaching out. I gasp as Johnny hands him his gun. Was that pointed at me?
Johnny hands him his gun and slips silently past us to walk down the hall. Out of the corner of my eye I see him open another door and dig in it. It must be a closet, and after just a moment, he comes back to us with a length of rope in his hand.
“Back to the bed, Eva. And let’s hope like hell that you’re worth all the trouble or we’ll have to deal with you. Don’t make me deal with you before my son gets back.”
I was right. He’s Roque’s dad. That doesn’t give me any peace as he stares down at me over the pistol. I turn, holding onto the doorframe, and grit my teeth. The bed is a long way from here and I don’t know that I can make it.
Before I can turn and tell him that my ankle hurts, however, something small and hard presses into my back. I’m not stupid. I mean, I’ve never had a gun pressed to my back before, but I know exactly what it is without having to turn around.
“Bed, Eva. Now.”
My face flushes and I take a deep breath before starting to hobble across the room. Every single time I put weight on my foot, pain flares through my body and I gasp a little. The edges of my vision are getting fuzzy and I focus in on the bed, trying to keep it in sight as my vision slowly goes.
The edge of the mattress hits the front of my thigh and I tip forward, catching myself with my hands at the las second. Roque’s dad doesn’t wait for me to swing my body up on to the bed. He grabs my legs and flips them around, turning me so that I’m stretched out on the bed.
My ankle throbs, and I’m in the exact position that I would have been in if I had just listened to Roque and not tried to make a run for it. Mentally, I berate myself, but I know that given the chance, I would do it all again.
I just can’t stay here. Not with guys who point guns at you willy-nilly.
“Tie her up.” The dad turns to Johnny, who gives me a sad look before stretching my arms above my head and lashing my wrists to the bedframe. When he reaches for my ankle, I twitch it away from him.
“I think I rolled it,” I tell him, not wanting to meet his eyes. Carefully, Johnny lifts the blanket and the two of them look at my ankle.
“Get her an ice pack and tie the other one down.” Johnny scurries off at the command and I’m left alone with Roque’s dad. The gun he’s holding never wavers and I swallow hard.
“I’m Eva.”
At this, he laughs, and the sound makes me nervous. It’s not the same friendly laugh that Roque has when he’s pleased with something that I’ve done or wants to get me naked. It’s the laugh of someone who is simply doing what needs to be done and is bored with what they have to do.
“We all know who you are, Eva.”
That’s it. That’s all he says to me. Johnny comes back and wraps my ankle with an ice pack before tying my other ankle down.
“You need to take this, Eva.” The dad gives Johnny back his gun and pulls a small baggie from his pocket. After he shakes out a small white pill he reaches out, obviously intending to put it in my mouth.
I shake my head. “What is it?” I manage to ask, keeping my teeth tightly shut.
“Take the fucking sleeping pill, Eva, or I swear to you, when Roque gets back, there won’t be any Eva for him to fuck.”
Surprise makes me drop my mouth open, and he pops the pill onto my tongue, waiting until I swallow it and show him that my mouth is empty. Tears burn at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. There’s no way that I’m going to give in to them, not with the two of them here watching me.
He turns and leaves the room without another word and Johnny goes back to stand by the door. I try to keep my eyes focused on him, but whatever the pill was, it was strong.
After a few minutes, my eyelids are so heavy that I can only keep one open at a time. I feel like a little kid trying to stay away during a movie, but the stakes are much higher.
I need to make sure that I don’t fall asleep.
I can’t fall asleep here. It’s not safe.
My ankle is freezing cold, and I open my mouth to ask Johnny to move the ice pack, but I don’t get the
