Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

<19>

I continue to cry hard, not knowing what to think or do. I cry hard as I miss mom and my eyes burn. I lay there motionlessly, crying hard for my mother. I start feeling a deep pressure in my chest as my heart fills with rage, sorrow, and confusion, as it beats faster and harder inside my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.
    My heart physically hurts from the pain I’m in. I cry even harder, louder, I cry so much, I’m in so much pain that I start to scream out and continue to cry, my cries turn into painful screams,  my throat starts to hurt and my heart beats incredibly fast.
“Carnee…” Dad says quietly. I just scream out again, crying hard, not caring that I’m practically destroying my vocal chords. I don’t care anymore. My eyes burning and going extremely red and my heart hurting.
“Carnee, please…” Dad says, breathing deeply, trying to calm me down.
“I can’t do this anymore!” I scream, tears streaming harder. I keep my eyes closed, still screaming, still crying, freaking out.
"Carnee please, I'm sorry, but everything will be okay, I promise" he tried to reassure me, but I ignored him and continued to scream.
"I'm going to die here!" I screamed.
“Carnee shut up!” Dad yells. I open my eyes and look at the screen. Dad has never told me to shut up before. I lay there and stop screaming, but I continue to cry.
“I’m sorry Carnee, but there’s nothing I can do. I know you’re in pain, I know you miss mom but she’s gone, I can't bring her back. There’s nothing we can do! We can’t get out of here. God! Just shut up and let me think of something!” Dad says angrily, his voice isn’t sad and sorry anymore, it’s harsh and mad. I cry some more. Why is Dad mad at me? I never did anything wrong…
“Daddy, please don’t yell at me…” I cry, choking on my tears. He says nothing after that.
   I turn my head to the side and close my eyes. My eyes still dripping tears, but I keep quiet. I then hear thunder, then rain starts to fall. Tapping hard against the roof above me. The rain falls as my tears start to dry up. I sigh and listen to the rain,trying to relax my tense muscles. I try my best to fall asleep, but I kept thinking about how dad yelled at me. It’s hard. He knows I’m hurting, he wouldn’t yell if I felt this way. And he usually doesn’t swear… Especially never to me. I try to pull at the straps some more, but my wrists start to get irritated after the tough leather rubbed against my skin. I close my eyes again, but open them right away when the door opens. Dr. Saw walks in with ear phones in his ears and holding an mp3 player.
“Goddammit! What’s wrong with you kiddo, I could hear you screaming from down the hall” he grumps, taking out his headphones and shoving the mp3 player in his pocket. He walks over to me and puts a thermometer in my mouth and a stethoscope against my chest.
“You’re not looking well” he says, putting rubber gloves on and opening my one eyelid and looking into my eyes, then shining a little light in them.
“You’re not responding very well. Your eyes are pretty bloodshot. You should stop crying so much, you coward” He says. I pout.
“How long have I been here?” I ask. He ignores me.
“I just want to go home” I say quietly.
“Can’t. Even if I let you go” Saw says. I look closely at him. I study his face, I can’t tell his facial expression, I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
“Why?” I ask, my voice croaky.
“Your house burnt down” he grins. I open my eyes wide, my eyes well up with tears again. I look at the screen, Dad’s face is pure rage.
“You son of a bitch!” Dad yells angrily. “Why the hell would you do that?” Dad yells again. I cry harder because Dad’s still angry.
“Carnee, don’t you dare cry again” Dr. Saw growls and slaps my face, but I cry anyways. He walks over to a cupboard and pulls out a thick leather strap. He walks back over to me, rolling up my shirt and starts slapping me hard with the strap. Lashing my arms, legs, tummy, ribs, and even my face.
“Leave her alone!” Dad yells. Saw just slaps me with the strap again. He even lashes my face, right in the eye, making me cry bloody tears. My eye goes red and my eyelid swells up.
“Please stop” I say quietly.
“Oh honey, you don’t deserve mercy” Dr. Saw growls and slaps me some more. My throat hurts from crying some more. I think my vocal chords are getting damaged, but I keep screaming from Saw slashing me.
"Please! It stings!" I shout, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Cry to your heart's content, darling. I'm not going to stop" he grins and slashes me some more. I try to scream, but my vocal chords finally give out and I can’t scream no longer. My eyes feel dry too, I feel like crying, but I have no tears left. Dr. Saw stops for a second and looks at me.
“Why aren’t you screaming?” He asks. I open my mouth but no sound comes out. I force out a whimper, swallowing some saliva hoping it would help my throat just a little. Dr. Saw pulls out the little light and looks into my mouth.
“I’m guessing you lost your voice?” He says. I nod.
“Awe, it’s no fun when you don’t scream. I guess I’ll let you rest now. But first,” He scoffs and grabs a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pours it on my wounds. It stings so bad, but I can’t scream. I moan and grit my teeth, the pain of the burning was so bad. My skin actually made a slight sizzling sound, it was so painful. He waits a bit, the stinging starts to slow down. He then pulls out a needle and injects the liquid into my arm. My arm pinches and I whine, but still no sound.
“W-w-w” I force out, wondering what he just injected.
“It’s just a muscle relaxant, it’s gonna slow your heart rate and relax your muscles. I just want you to rest now, okay? I’ll check on you later” he says and dims the lights, then leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I lift my head and peer into the mirror. My body is covered in bruises and gory, stinging cuts. My eyes are red, my throat is red, my teeth are turning yellow. I exhale and lay my head down to the side. I have a hard time shutting my one eye with it being so swollen.
“Carnee? I’m sorry for yelling at you…” Dad says slowly.
  I look at the screen and frown.
“I just didn’t want to listen to your pain, it was hurting me too, it breaks my heart seeing you in so much pain. I’m really sorry for swearing at you baby, I just want to get you out of here” Dad says quietly. I nod. Soon, I fall asleep.
  Later I wake up hearing voices. I think it’s nighttime, but I don’t know anymore. My throat still hurts, I’m not going to bother trying to speak.  I look at the screen, Dr. Saw was in dad’s room and talking to him. Dr. Saw is smoking another cigar, leaning against the wall next to Dad.
“Do you smoke Bronson?” Dr. Saw asks Dad.
“No” Dad responds.
“I didn’t think so. You have strong lungs” Dr. Saw says, taking a puff.
“Please let Carnee go now. Haven’t you already destroyed her enough?!” Dad says, raising his voice.
“She’ll live” Dr. Saw scoffs.
“She’s my only child, my daughter, please, she looks bad, she's been too abused… She’s dying…” Dad says slowly. I don’t think they know I’m awake.  I breathe deeply. He’s right. I probably am dying. I keep my eyes closed so I can listen to their conversation.
“Please Duncan. Look at her, she’s so thin, so abused. You have to stop doing this to her. Please, let Carnee out of this place. She can’t live like this anymore. You have already ruined her life. Free her and kill me. Please… She’s only seventeen, she doesn't deserve this. Please, let her go.” Dad says, trying to convince him. I fight my tears. I don’t want to cry again.
  Dr. Saw glances at the screen, but doesn’t say anything.
“Give her painkillers and something to eat at least! She’s suffering. Please. Do something” Dad says. That makes me realize how hungry I am. I'm starving, but I try to ignore it. I know Saw won’t give me any food, even if I begged.
“Duncan please! Do something!” Dad yells. Dr. Saw puts out his cigar, then pulls out a whiskey bottle and laughs, then takes a drink. I open my eyes and watch them.
“Duncan, let my daughter go” Dad says. Saw still ignores him, picking up a plastic bottle.
“Need a drink?” He asks Dad. He nods and Saw gives him a drink of water from the bottle. He puts the bottle down and leans against the wall again, crossing his arms.
“My leg hurts” Dad says. Saw looks at him and ignores him, taking another sip of whiskey.
“Please help me and Carnee, just let us go” Dad says. Saw still ignores.
“Let us go!” Dad yells. Dr. Saw growls and stabs a needle into Dad’s arm. Dr. Saw just waits for a second, then Dad starts shaking hard, his whole body quivering and shaking like he was having a seizure. I close my eyes tight.
“What’s going on? What’s happening to him?!” I scream out, damaging my trachea even worse. Dr. Saw looks up at the screen and sneers. Dad starts foaming at the mouth, still quivering, his hands in tight fists, pulling hard at the restraints.  
“What’s happening? Help him!” I scream, my throat feels like it’s on fire, but I don’t care. Dr. Saw just leans there and stares at Dad. Dad’s eyes flashing, his body quivering and thrashing and froth streaming from the sides of his mouth. Dr. Saw laughs and stares at him.
“Do something!” I scream, starting to cry. “Don’t kill him!” I scream again, my pulse was too fast, even with the medicine.
Dad stops shaking and his body relaxes, at this point, I thought he was dead. I scream and sob hard, my heart breaking. Dr. Saw wipes the substance off Dad’s mouth and slaps him. Dad groans. I sigh heavily, knowing that he’s still alive. Dad coughs, then looks around. His pupils were still quite large.
“DAD!!!” I scream.
“Ugh……” Dad moans.
“His liver is pretty damaged Carnee, but he’ll live” Dr. Saw smirks.
Dad vomits on the floor and relaxes. Dr. Saw complains in disgust, and wipes up the vomit with a cloth, throwing it into a small trash bin. He walks over to dad, feeling his forehead, then standing up straight and leaving the room.
“Daddy?” I say quietly, my larynx burning.
“I’ll be okay baby…” Dad says slowly, trying to shift in place to get in a more comfortable position.
“I think I’m really sick, but I’ll be okay” Dad says, then moans heavily.
“I got a bad headache… Ugh… I feel hot. I just need to rest and I should be okay” Dad says, then closes his eyes.
“Dad… I thought you were dead…” I whisper.
“I’ll be okay, honey, I’m not going to die” he says quietly. I nod and lay my head down, then stare at the ceiling, hoping to just fall asleep again. But even sleep isn’t an escape, I keep having nightmares. I just want  to get out of here now. I can’t stand it anymore. I’d rather both me and dad die and be reunited with my mother and Claire again. Then we wouldn’t have to suffer, then we wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore.