this world. Not being able to comfort her is heartbreaking.
I bury my face in my hands before I hear the newscaster begin to speak.
“Officials have yet to determine if the disappearance of Dani LeBlanc is foul play. They believe that she was simply fed up with life and needed to take a break. Some of you may remember the LeBlanc case, where a seventeen year old Dani LeBlanc was taken into police custody. It was recorded as one of the worst child abuse cases in Bergan County. Her father and abuser, Antonio LeBlanc has never been found.”
I wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand. I feel the rage boiling away, my heart beating emphatically as the realization of everything hits me like a ton of bricks. It seems that God had it out for me. After everything that I had survived, I was doing better – now this.
I let out a guttural scream as I hurl the remote across the room. It bounces off of the wall as I fall onto my back.
I let out a long sigh as I stare at the ceiling. Then, I bolt upright when I hear it.
Humming .
I watch in awe as a tiny, old woman swiftly moves about in Gabriel’s kitchen. It’s a feed from a surveillance camera. There are little squares on the screen looking into each room.
I jump to my feet and run to the door.
“Hey!” I holler, watching the surveillance camera desperately.
She doesn’t bat an eye as she continues cleaning.
“HELP! HELP ME!” I scream as my fists bang against the door. I’ve never felt a door so sturdy, I can’t even see through the cracks. It’s almost like it’s air tight.
I run to the television and watch her. It’s then that I realize that she has headphones on as she carries on, dancing around as she tidies his home. I sink to the floor as I watch her move from the kitchen to the living room, and when I see her walk down the hall towards the room, I scream and bang the door once again, but she doesn’t hear me.
Once she finishes, she leaves through the front door. All hope is lost as I curl into a fetal position and cry myself to sleep.
“What in the fuck?”
I startle awake and look up at him. He stands in the doorway as his eyes travel around the disaster before they lock onto mine. They are filled will fiery rage as he marches towards me.
I quickly stand, not wanting to be vulnerable as he comes at me like a lion stalking his prey.
His large hand wraps around my neck, gripping tightly as death becomes too close a reality.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He growls as he backs me against the wall. “I warned you. I told you to leave my shit alone.” His eyes frantically dart around the room once more, “Do you know what this does to me? This disorder?”
My heart gallops beneath my ribs as his grip tightens.
“Gabriel… I- I’m sorry.” I stammer. I’m not sure what else to say at this point, my words are no bandage for the rage that is quickly building within him. There is no taking back what I’ve done.
A maniacal laugh escapes him as his whisky breath spreads across my face. His eyes glisten as his face drops into a frown, “You’re sorry?”
I nod as best as I can with his hand around my throat. I’m trapped, but I feel his rage building, ready to erupt. My hands seem to move on their own as I reach up and begin unbuttoning his shirt that I’m wearing. With each button, his grasp loosens, and I can see resolve in his gaze.
“I’m sorry, Gabriel.” I whisper as I wiggle out of his large dress shirt. His chest presses against mine, and I want to touch him. As I look into his eyes, I want to see if I can change him. I’ve got to get out of here, and maybe – just maybe – I can find his weakness.
I can’t stop it, while a part of me hates him, there is a part of me is drawn to him, to his craziness, to his brokenness.
I always knew that someone like myself couldn’t find absolution in somebody who is normal. Who has led an otherwise normal life.
His hand is now only lingering above my neck, and I
I bury my face in my hands before I hear the newscaster begin to speak.
“Officials have yet to determine if the disappearance of Dani LeBlanc is foul play. They believe that she was simply fed up with life and needed to take a break. Some of you may remember the LeBlanc case, where a seventeen year old Dani LeBlanc was taken into police custody. It was recorded as one of the worst child abuse cases in Bergan County. Her father and abuser, Antonio LeBlanc has never been found.”
I wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand. I feel the rage boiling away, my heart beating emphatically as the realization of everything hits me like a ton of bricks. It seems that God had it out for me. After everything that I had survived, I was doing better – now this.
I let out a guttural scream as I hurl the remote across the room. It bounces off of the wall as I fall onto my back.
I let out a long sigh as I stare at the ceiling. Then, I bolt upright when I hear it.
Humming .
I watch in awe as a tiny, old woman swiftly moves about in Gabriel’s kitchen. It’s a feed from a surveillance camera. There are little squares on the screen looking into each room.
I jump to my feet and run to the door.
“Hey!” I holler, watching the surveillance camera desperately.
She doesn’t bat an eye as she continues cleaning.
“HELP! HELP ME!” I scream as my fists bang against the door. I’ve never felt a door so sturdy, I can’t even see through the cracks. It’s almost like it’s air tight.
I run to the television and watch her. It’s then that I realize that she has headphones on as she carries on, dancing around as she tidies his home. I sink to the floor as I watch her move from the kitchen to the living room, and when I see her walk down the hall towards the room, I scream and bang the door once again, but she doesn’t hear me.
Once she finishes, she leaves through the front door. All hope is lost as I curl into a fetal position and cry myself to sleep.
“What in the fuck?”
I startle awake and look up at him. He stands in the doorway as his eyes travel around the disaster before they lock onto mine. They are filled will fiery rage as he marches towards me.
I quickly stand, not wanting to be vulnerable as he comes at me like a lion stalking his prey.
His large hand wraps around my neck, gripping tightly as death becomes too close a reality.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He growls as he backs me against the wall. “I warned you. I told you to leave my shit alone.” His eyes frantically dart around the room once more, “Do you know what this does to me? This disorder?”
My heart gallops beneath my ribs as his grip tightens.
“Gabriel… I- I’m sorry.” I stammer. I’m not sure what else to say at this point, my words are no bandage for the rage that is quickly building within him. There is no taking back what I’ve done.
A maniacal laugh escapes him as his whisky breath spreads across my face. His eyes glisten as his face drops into a frown, “You’re sorry?”
I nod as best as I can with his hand around my throat. I’m trapped, but I feel his rage building, ready to erupt. My hands seem to move on their own as I reach up and begin unbuttoning his shirt that I’m wearing. With each button, his grasp loosens, and I can see resolve in his gaze.
“I’m sorry, Gabriel.” I whisper as I wiggle out of his large dress shirt. His chest presses against mine, and I want to touch him. As I look into his eyes, I want to see if I can change him. I’ve got to get out of here, and maybe – just maybe – I can find his weakness.
I can’t stop it, while a part of me hates him, there is a part of me is drawn to him, to his craziness, to his brokenness.
I always knew that someone like myself couldn’t find absolution in somebody who is normal. Who has led an otherwise normal life.
His hand is now only lingering above my neck, and I
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