I'd Rather be Dead Instead

*First Point of View*

"You ask 'how'd I get mute?' well, I'mma tell ya that I watched the person I'm livin' with who's actually caught me, hostage, as he murdered my only family left, mi padre, and no, I have no siblings, and I haven't a mother either since I was a child, and I'm working for him now, it's been a decade, since I was 6, yeah, my heart popped and I wanna get outta here help! SOS!!!"

"Here, take this!", Rosalia said as she put her number on my phone.

"Mine too!", Brendon exclaimed!

"Wait two more years, till you become eighteen, do something powerful, do you get home-schooled or something?", Rosalia wondered.

I nodded.

"Great! Discover something undiscoverable and let us use it against him in two years' time, now we're underage, I'm 17, and he's 18, I'm sorry!"

I nodded and my phone started to vibrate, so I raised my index finger to them, indicating "one minute" and answered.

"Marinara! How are you?", Mr. Blanco asked.

I tapped four taps on the back of the phone, one for each letter of the word FINE.

"You can come, did you eat?"

I tapped two taps for the word NO

"You can come, what time is it, oh dear, it is 2 am! Please be here at an hour or so, please don't be late, okay?"

I tapped two taps for the word OK and waited for him to hang up...   

"Mari-", they hesitated, " you can file a complaint about him, you know, we can help you, we are your advocates no matter what!", Rosalia's words made their way to my heart.

I nodded. I reached out for her phone.

"Oh...here...", she murmured.

I dialed it in and sent her my documents that I hide in my files so Mr. Blanco doesn't have access to them, although he's the one responsible for my knowledge in technology, still, he hadn't figured shit out...

"I will be waiting your rescue...", I wrote on a paper and held her hand tightly for confirmation.

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*37 minutes later*

"Where were you that it took you so long, eh?", Mr. Blanco abruptly questions me, so I just roll my eyes and wave a hi and smile and wait for the next thing he's about to say, "*sigh of relief* thank you, I had a grand time with those people, I even was accepted to sign a higher contract with them if I stay this way for the next year or so..."

I gave him a thumbs up.

"Did you enjoy?"

I shrugged.

"You can't enjoy life after what I've done, eh?"

I locked eyes with him.

"Hahaha, I got you, I caught you off guard, eh? Hahaha!"

I shook my head.

"You must be tired, I am hectic af, see ya in the afterlife!" 

And I just glazed at his figure in the dim lights of the house as he poured another glass of whiskey and headed to his bedroom...

God forbid my drinking. I would never put such a thing on my lips...

"Marinara-", he fumbled his words out and I froze in place, " ey, can you please hand me my stuff from the living room?"

I whizzed and when I arrived in the living room, I -

Shit

Is that how he got the job? Will he assault me that way as well? No...

I stepped back with my hands raised in disgust.

"What? Oh...that's nothing, just a spicy favor if you know what I mean..."