Her eyes suddenly opened allowing the rays of sunshine to temporarily blind her. Her hands went up to rub them as she made an attempt to sit up, wincing at the pain between her legs. A reminder of her eventful night. It felt as if her sex had been ripped open by a *insert name here* Her thighs were sticking together and the air had a revolting hint of stale blood.
Teresa held her breath as she reached for her side table drawer, opening it then removing her mirror. It was too early in the month for her period and with the way he had fingered her she would not be surprised if he carved up her insides.
The sex was good though, right?
She did not know for sure if coming three times in one night was worth having her vagina carved up like a fruit display. Although, there were moments when the pleasure would drown the pain so perhaps she could say it was really good sex.
It was even if he didn't stay the night.
Teresa did not bother to look around for any reminisce of Colombian's stay, she knew she wouldn't find anything. He probably left as soon as she fell asleep.
Bearing her pain Teresa rolled of her bed landing on the floor with a thwack. Crawling, she made it her first priority; getting to her bathroom, once inside she'd investigate her vaginal region.
Using the sink as support she got up of the cold tiles for a millisecond before landing ungracefully on the toilet seat. Teresa huffed shimming out of her skirt, it can't be that bad right? She reassured herself.
Slowly she opened her legs grimacing at the pain she angled her head to see what could have gone wrong with her sex. She was about to position the mirror when the door was thrown open.
The silence was slaughtered by a series of frightful screams that echoed in the small room. "Mika!" Teresa yelled at her sister who had grabbed her in skinny arms and was squeezing her head against her stomach.
"Teresa, where have you been? " she questioned "we have been worried sick about you! When those men attacked the station me and mamá all but died then we heard that they took you! Oh you must have been so scared! "
"ymff chmfkin mf " Teresa tried to say but Mika would not understand. Mika Velázquez was a slender young lady who was six years Teresa's junior. Mika, was a pure blonde that had grey orbs similar to Teresa's father. Mika being the youngest of three daughters was the only one to take of their deceased father.
"Are you alright? "
"Miffka left mft go!"
"oh right, "
"Thank you, " she breathed leaning back on the toilet seat "and I'm f—"
"Is that blood! " Oh father Christmas "Teresa did they take you by force, those criminal bastards! I'll kill them all! "
"Mika calm down, it's just my period"
"like hell I will ! You were kidnapped by convicts and I'm supposed to believe that the blood between you legs is you fucking period??! "
"Hermanita , tranquilo por favor " Teresa took both her sisters hands in hers " Estoy bueno, no *to be afraid* por me, Sí? "
"No, no no! Hablando español es no ayudas !" sge said "open your legs, now! "
Teresa stared at her sister for some time hoping she'd let it go. It was beyond peculiar in her eyes why her sister would look at her gentiles, however, Mika did not look as if she was about to cave. Sighing Teresa opened her legs wide enough for her sister to have a clear view.
Mika's eyes transformed into planets and her mouth fell open at the condition of it. She quickly bent before her sister,widening her legs more to take in the dark bruises, scratches and cuts. "What did those bastards do to you, hermana "
"Mika it's fine really, stop making a big deal out of absolutely nothing"
"Your pussy is battered! That's something Teresa !"
"Mika—"
"Did they fuck you up the ass too?? Turn around! "
"MIKA!! "
"What??! "
"¡Calmate ahora! Estoy bein. Soy aqi y no saliendo, ¿Sí? " she took her sisters hands in hers and looked up at her " I'm here OK. Not a lot of girls come back,"
...from having sex with Columbian..... And being kidnapped...
"Your right, I was just so scared " Mika took her sister in her arms once again but this time in a gentler embrace. Teresa could imagine the horrific things Mika was thinking happened to her but it was better for both of them if Mika didn't know what happened.
Mika released her after a while and left the bathroom to speak with the officers who were searching Teresa's apartment for the tenth time. She stripped out of her clothes then stepped onto the shower.
The water fell down on her body washing away the dried dirt and sweat off her skin. It washed away the the touch of those men who had manhandled her, their blood that had caught her when Colombian slaughtered them, Colombian's scent as well as his touch. Teresa, unconsciously, scrubbed her skin raw. She had zoned out watching the diluted mixture wash down the drain and she would have continued if the familiar voice of Detective Black hadn't reached her ears.
"Velázquez ?" he had saying "We have a few questions for you, could you hurry up in there ?"
"I'll be right out Detective,"
Her voice sounded detached abd was but a whisper but the detective heard. He moved away from the door and went to speak with Mika for the hundredth time.
It took Teresa a good ten minutes before she felt up to the task of talking about her experience, another five to get dressed and and two minutes if thinking of a good substitute.
They asked her where they took her, she told them she didn't know some warehouse it looked like. They asked if she remembered anything about the journey there, she said she woke up blind folded in a car.
They asked if she saw any faces or heard any names, she immediately thought of Jonah— his boyish smile, shaggy light brown hair, lively grey eyes and mulatto skin—she told them she hadn't.
They asked what they did to her, she played the melancholy card completed with some tears and whispers of "I can't "s. Mika, however said she was raped and pointed out the state of her vagina. They offered to take her to the hospital she said, no.
They offered to have her checked out by a paramedic, she agreed; to a woman being sure to follow up on her sisters assumption. Everything became one after that, the day just seemed to fade away on a cloud of thoughts. Between what has happened to her and her sister refusing to leave her in peace and dragging her to her run down apartment, she just wanted to sleep.
"I know it's not as up scale as your place but I'm not letting you stay there by yourself " Mika was saying but Teresa was too tired to even care.
"Good night ladies," Teresa looked up and froze. This was too cliche to happen in real life, she thought as she looked at him, he couldn't be....right ???
"Teresa are you alright?"
"I didn't know you two know each other? "
"What are you doing here? "
"Come on Chicita, thought you'd be happy to see me"
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Cartel (Draft)
General FictionTeresa had a few mistakes under her belt in the past year working at the Silveroak Police station. So, when life turned violent, ending the lives of many coworkers and placing her in the hands of infamous criminals many questions were raised. Upon b...
