Chapter 4

Maddie

 

I heard a faint knock on the door.

“Missy Turner?” she called out in her broken English accent.

I stood up from the bed holding on to my ribs. I was in so much pain, but I managed to walk and open the bedroom door.

“Hi, it’s Maddie, not Mrs. Turner.” I said softly.

Rosalia stood at the door with fresh linens and towels. She actually had a rolling cart like they do in a hotel. She had a vase and fresh pink carnations that had a note attached to it.

“These are for you, Mr. Turner said they for you,” she smiled, “I clean the room now, okay?”

I grabbed the note attached to the flowers. It read: There’s nothing sweeter than knowing that your future wife is waiting at home for you. Enjoy the flowers. This guy is crazy. When I get better, I’m escaping. There’s no way I’m going to be his wife.

“Yes, of course, I’m sorry, come in.”

I walked over to the oversized chair in the bedroom and sat with my legs folded underneath me. There was no position that I felt comfortable in. Every part of my body ached, a reminder of the punches and kicks I endured from my future husband.

“I go clean the bathroom now. Lie down and rest. I made chicken soup just for you.” She smiled.

I stood up and noticed that Rosalia left her cell phone on the cart. I was itching to walk over and take it and call Stone. But, for the first time, I felt fear. I was afraid if she caught me on the phone she would tell Andrew. If she told Andrew, he would kill me for sure. But, I heard Rosalia scrubbing the tub, I walked towards the cart and slipped the cell phone into my bra and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m done. Chicken soup coming up for you!” Rosalia said, “Very clean now,” she walked away pushing the cart through the hallway.

I sat silently contemplating on what I should do next. So, I did what I sought out to do; call Stone. I walked over to the bathroom and locked the door. I dialed his number. No answer. I dialed it again. No answer. I dialed it a third time. No answer. Shit! Where the fuck is he?

I slammed the phone against the floor and I heard it crack. Dammit!

“Missy Turner. I left my phone, I think, in the bathroom.”

I got up quickly. I gasped from the pain in my ribs. My breath was knocked out of me. My heart was pounding. There was no way I was returning that phone. He would call back. I know he would. I turned off the ringer on the phone, then placed the phone in a hand towel and placed in the cabinet underneath the sink.

“Hold on. I’ll be right out.”

I flushed the toilet, then rinsed my face with water and washed my hands. I opened the door and Andrew was standing there, in front of me with his hands in his suit pants.

“Rosalia seemed to have misplaced her cell phone. Do you have any idea where it’s at?” he asked condescendingly.

He moved towards me and I stepped back not wanting to get hit again.

“No.” I whispered.

“No?” he asked staring into my eyes as if the next move was going to be a slap across my face.

“No Andrew.” I said reassuringly.

“Rosalia, go in and let me know if you find it. If not, I’ll replace it.” Andrew instructed.

“I go see.”

Rosalia walked into the bathroom and I walked out. I turned to look at her as Andrew eyed me up and down. I could feel his stare when I turned away from him. I was trying so hard to keep my composure, but I was losing it…fast.

“I don’t see it. I probably left it on the cart.” She told him when she came out of the bathroom empty handed.

“Just shut off the service…now,” He glanced over at me and I stared at him completely still, frozen to be exact. I think my look gave it away. If she shuts off the service, Stone will never be able to get in touch with me and he knew that, “Now, what service provider do you have?” he demanded.

“I can find the phone sir, please. I have many numbers. Family, friends. I…” She pleaded.

“I don’t give a fuck who you have on that phone. What service provider do you have Rosalia? Do you want me to say it in Spanish?” his anger got the best of him and he grabbed Rosalia by the arm, squeezing it so tight, she let out a yelp before answering.

“Sprint!” She squealed. Oh God! He’s going to kill this woman, and it’s going to be my fault.

“Here, dial the number and cancel the service…please.” He said through gritted teeth.

He was losing his patience with her. She did as she was told and it took her exactly five minutes before that phone was shut off. My heart sunk into my stomach and the tears brimmed at the corner my eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew I stole that phone, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was going to pay for what I did.

“Thank you Rosalia. You may leave now.” He said with a cynical grin on his face.

“Rosalia!” I shouted. “The soup. Do you have the soup for me?”

Andrew turned to face me with questioning eyes.

“Yes, Missy Turner. It’s downstairs.” She smiled nervously.

“Good. I’ll follow you.” I walked behind her and Andrew grabbed me by the waist.

“You didn’t kiss me hello.” He said as he placed his treacherous lips on mine.

“I’m so sorry.”

He slid his tongue into my mouth. I had no choice but to return the poisonous kiss he gave me. Our tongues swirling in each other’s mouth as if he hadn’t kissed me in years. The tears automatically skated down my cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” he whispered against my lips.

“I’m so undeserving of your kiss.” I whispered.

“Why? Did you steal the phone?” he asked angrily.

“No. I broke up with you, remember? I should have never done that. This is how this all started. I’m sorry.” I needed to say something.

My tears were for Stone and the kids. I missed his lips. I missed them in my arms.

“Really?” he said lowering his head.

“Yes, you were so good to me. How could I be so selfish? Stone never did anything for me except get into trouble.” I swallowed hard. I could hardly believe something like that would come out of my mouth. But, if I wanted to survive, I needed to lie. I needed to lie until he felt comfortable enough to one day make a mistake so that I can run away.

“Come on, let’s get that soup. Rosalia, soup for two. My fiancée is hungry. Andale! Move! Good workers are so hard to find, right darling?” he complained with condescension in his voice.

“Yes, sir…they are.”

I cracked a smile. An empty smile. A smile that meant someday you’ll pay for everything you’ve done to me. Today was the day the plan was in action and from this day forward, I would make sure he was happy, in love and completely and utterly fooled…by me.

 

 

We sat at the dinner table drinking warm soup and white wine. Andrew sat right next to me. He fed me the soup, taking a spoonful and blowing on it, making sure I didn’t burn my pretty little lips. I made sure I licked up the soup with my tongue as I stared into his eyes. He placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed it gently and I slid my hand up to his crotch grabbing on to his erection. He placed the spoon in the bowl.

“Rosalia, you can go to your quarters now. We’ll clean up here.”

“Yes, Mr. Turner. Good night, Missy Turner.” She said softly as she stared at Andrew wide eyed. She knew exactly what he was going to do and so did I.

Andrew stood up and lifted me towards his chest; I inhaled his expensive cologne and five-thousand-dollar suit.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Madison.” He whispered in my hair.

“I know Andrew. I just wish you would make love to me. Gently, slowly. So that I can enjoy you.” I whispered back.

I knew this would make him think. I didn’t want him to fuck me. I was so sore and bruised, I knew for sure he would break another rib.

“Yes, Yes, of course. Come…let’s go to the bed. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

We walked upstairs hand in hand. I was dreading the fact that I had to lie in that bed right now and let him touch me, be inside of me. My God…I’m going to cry.

“I’m going to take a shower. Get into bed. Wait for me. I’m going to make love to you, like no other man has.”

“You’ve been the only man, Andrew. I can’t wait for you to be inside of me.”

“I love you, Madison.” He stood staring at me for a moment.

“I love you, Andrew.” I lied through my teeth. I hated him with every fiber in my body.

He went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him and I began to cry as I took off my clothes. As I changed into a black laced bra and matching thong, I only thought of Stone. The way he kissed me, the way he placed his mouth on my nipples, the way he touched my body. I combed my hair and sprayed perfume and placed my thigh highs on and black stilettos to match. I felt the heat in my body rise from the thoughts I had with Stone. Only he can ease me into the devil’s hands without wanting to run away.

I laid down on the bed, propping up the pillows against my back. I slid my hands across my stomach down to my panties. I started touching myself and thinking about Stone to excite myself before the devil came out to touch me. I held in my tears. I had to do this. I had to get him to believe I loved him.

Andrew walked out with nothing on. His body was perfect. He had six-pack abs, and a defined V that lead to his huge manhood that swung back and forth against his thighs. He walked towards me and I didn’t have to do anything, as soon as he saw me dressed as I was, his erection grew in a matter of seconds. He laid me down on my back.

“Watch me baby, I’m going to ravish you.” He slowly slid his tongue down my stomach and pushed my thong to the side.

I let out a soft moan as he reached his destination. I held on to the sheets tightly, as I thought of Stone’s mouth on me, in my mind it was his tongue devouring me not Andrew’s lying filthy mouth. I began to tremble and before I knew it, I yelled out to God, and Andrew took that as his opportunity to push himself inside of me. He was gentle, as he promised, and kissed me passionately over and over. I thought of Stone the whole time, closing my eyes tightly as I kissed Andrew until he found his own release. He held me tightly, whispering how much he loved me. When I opened my eyes and realized it was him, I felt sick…disgusting; the soup was coming back up from my stomach into my throat. I swallowed it down quickly and snuggled into his chest and cried. He didn’t notice. He thought my tears were sweat.

“How was that?” he whispered.

“Perfect.” I answered.

“Good. Then it’s settled. We leave tonight.” He said as he stood up and started walking to the bathroom.

“What?”

“Do you think I’m a fucking asshole Madison?” he asked smiling.

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously.

“I found the phone in the bathroom wrapped in a towel when I was looking for soap to take a shower. Last number dialed, was to that hillbilly fuck, wasn’t it! Wasn’t it! You’re lucky I don’t snap you’re fucking neck right now bitch!” He barked.

“Where are we going?” I whispered.

“We’re moving to our new house in Maryland.” A slow grin pursed at the corner of his lips.

“I’m not going. You can’t do this!” I shouted.

“You are going. Or I’ll kill Daniel and Alyssa. I already killed Clarissa,” he shrugged his shoulders as if he were talking about the weather. Then he turned to face me, “Don’t fuck with me Madison.”

“You what?” I held my hand to my mouth, the tears flooding my eyes. My body shook as I sat on the bed.

“I killed Clarissa. Yes, I did. Stone, Daniel and Alyssa are next. I killed her because I thought you fucked your hillbilly brother. If you think that you’re ever going to leave me, I’ll kill them. Then, I’ll kill you. It’s that simple. Do you understand Madison?” I stood silent, “Do.You.Understand.Madison?” he asked again.

“Yes…” I whispered.

He shut the bathroom door behind him. I slid down to the floor from the bed and placed my knees against my chest. I cried so hard I began to cough.

“Missy Turner…you okay?” Rosalia whispered on the other side of the bedroom door. I stood up quickly and ran to the door placing my hand against it.

“Go Rosalia, go…hurry, before he hurts you.” I said softly. I heard her footsteps scurry down the staircase. I closed my eyes tightly. I felt his cold presence behind me.

“We don’t have to pack. The movers are bringing everything tomorrow. Now, get dressed, get your bag and get your ass in that car…now.” He demanded.

“He’ll find me, you know.” I whispered.

“Yeah, he will…dead,” he answered, “Now, let’s go.” He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down the stairs.

“Rosalia, Andale woman, get your shit and get in the car.” He shouted.

“Mr. Turner. I stay. I have family here.” She began to cry.

“You won’t have a family if you don’t get in this car, you stupid immigrant. I’ll send them all back to Mexico. Now, get in the fucking car!”

Rosalia practically jumped out of her skin and cried as she ran to the car. Andrew dragged me to the car, made me sit in the front with him and Rosalia sat in the back sobbing.

“Shut the fuck up!” He shouted at her.

She whimpered all the way to Maryland. It was a long ride from Syracuse. As we left the city, my stomach winced.

My thoughts were with the man I loved, the man I cherished. I waited for him today. To find me. To get me out of here. Maybe he changed his mind.

I turned towards Andrew, his chiseled face and perfect lips looked straight ahead onto the road, then he turned to me and smiled. The smile only Andrew can give me when he knows he’s going to do something wrong, and that’s when I knew it. He wasn’t taking me to our new home. He was taking me to the prison he called our home. I was his prisoner, and he was never going to let me go…ALIVE.