My internal dialogue stops when the pain wipes my mind clean, a sharp sting on the sole of my right foot. I scream and he laughs. It's a deep slow chuckle that makes me imagine the worst.
"You lie," I say.
"Drop the act. You know what I say is true. Besides, I have proof."
My muscles freeze at his words. Deep down I whisper to myself: no. I can't stop him and I'd give all my billions at this moment to make him stop speaking.
"I see from the silence that I have your attention. The story begins with Ray leaving Holden Farms and my dutiful father staying by his side. However, my father had a terrible drug problem and got arrested."
My stomach sinks for the entire puzzle is beginning to become visible.
"Ray's father posted bail, but made my father promise to spy. And so it happened. My father became a rat."
My mouth goes dry and cold sweat forms on my skin, making me shiver.
"My father reported that Ray was molesting you."
"No. Don't say it. I don't want to hear it," I scream, but I can't move and there is nothing I can do to make him stop.
He spins the bed and positions me to view a television. Clicking it on with a remote, he presses a button to play a tape. "Ray's father wanted proof. He wasn't going to cut his son out of the will on the testimony of a known drug addict."
I continue to scream and scream and scream as the video shows Ray and I entering Applebee's together.
"Nooooooo. He didn't molest me."
George climbs on the bed with me and gets his face within inches of mine. Caressing me inside with his eyes, he speaks, "Ella, you have to admit it. Ray pled guilty at trial and spent four years in prison. For raping you."
I scream until my voice cracks. I don't hear him any longer and I crawl deep inside my mind.