His nurse

Chapter 11

   !!!TW!!! If this triggers you, please do not read this chapter!
Sa
Rape
Beating

     
                             Valerio

Rain, it calmed me. I found peace in the rain and storms. I lived listening to thunder, watching the bright white lighting streak across  the sky. The sky would be dark grey, with the darkest of grey clouds, while bright white lighting struck. When I woke up May was gone, those fucking assholes took her. One of them injected me with something, some kind of sleep drug or some shit. When I walked down the hall to May's room, I noticed there was a small blood splotch on the wall. I swear, if any of those fuckers laid their fingers on her I will cut their hands off. I called Nickie. Of course, he didn't pick up on the first ring he never did.
"Yes, boss?" Nickie sounded groogy, I probably woke him up.
"They have May. They ficking took her. I don't know where. But they fucking took her." I walked out of her apartment, the front door slamming behind me. I raced down the flight of stairs in the main hallways.
"What? Who?"
"Rocco you dumbfuck!" I yelled, Nickie was getting on my last nerve right now, I wanted to strangle him.
"Shit, what do you want me to do?" I could hear rustling in the background.
"Find them, find out where they are, find out anything, just fucking find her!" I snapped, I hung up before Nickie could say anything else. I got into my Bently and sped off towards Nickie's warehouse, Nickie was always there. It's was not only his security place but also his house. When I arrived, it was dark, I flashed my headlights twice. The garage door opened, I drove in, parking and turning off my car. I got out, slamming the door behind me.
"What do you have so far?" I asked, walking over to his desk. His desk was full of computers and a whole bunch over other shit. Like papers, phones, keyboards, anything.
"I don't have anything yet." My anger boiled even more, I needed to find May now before they did fucking anything to her.

Four months later

                                   May

I fucking hated it in this room. Dark, cold, creepy. There were no windows in here, the lights were too bright, there wasn't much to this room. There was a bed against the left wall, with grey sheets, a small side table next to it, a plastic chair in another corner, and that was it. It had been four months since I was kidnapped. I don't even know if Valerio is looking for me. Part of me thinks he is. But another part of me thinks he isn't, I don't even know if he's alive. Before I passed out, when I was being dragged out of my apartment, I saw him laying on the floor, a pool of blood around him. I don't even know if it was his or not, but his eyes were closed. That's all I remember, I have nightmares about it almost every night. I see him lying on the floor, in a pool of his own blood. And there's nothing I can do about it because each time I try and save him, he dies. Rocco was an awful man. When I first got here, he would come in this room and touch my breasts while I was drugged, going in and out of consciousness. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I would wake up being tied to my bed. My clothes were stripped off me, while Rocco raped me, I begged him to stop. Over and over, my screams consisted of "Stop!" "You're hurting me!" "Please stop, I beg of you!"
But he would never listen. I hadn't seen Rocco for at least a month, when he stopped coming into my room I cried tears of joy. I felt like I could be free for a while. But the guards were no different, I was used as their punching bag, I had bruises all over my body. Sometimes, I couldn't even hold myself up because they hit me so hard. If I didn't do what they want they would beat me.
I spent most of my time sitting on my bed, staring into space. Thinking. Most of my thoughts were if I was ever going to get out of this hell hole. Or if Valerio was alive, and if he was, was he looking for me? Or had he found a new nurse and didn't need me anymore? I felt useless, defenseless, guilty, angry, sad, and hatred. I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on top of my knees. Tears streaming down my face, I wouldn't ever get out of this hell hole. The only way out was death. I didn't wanna die, I still have so much to live for. I was supposed to be a successful nurse and prove my mother wrong. I have two kids with a loving husband, a dog and a cat, a nice house. The tears poured out of my eyes quicker than ever, I sniffled. I looked around the pale, empty, cold room. I wanted to gag. There was sort of color. It was depressing. I wanted to close my eyes and wake up, relieved that it was some soft of nightmare. But each morning, I woke up. It was real. It was never an ever lasting nightmare. It was real.
There was a sudden burst of screams, I lifted my head off my knees. There were gun shots, screams, yelling. What the fuck was happening? Was Rocco killing his men because they did something wrong? Or what? This didn't sound like he was just killing his men. It sounded like a war...
Wait, was Valerio coming for me!? Was he here!? May be realistic. He wasn't ever coming for me. He was probably dead. All of a sudden, the door flung open. He walked in.
"May."
"Val!" I jumped up and ran into his arms.
"I've got you, Cara Mia."