Broken inside //a kidnapped and abused story//

Chapter 21: Bradey

I was woken by the sound of a door opening and slamming shut. I sat up quickly. I was terrified that I would see Griffin standing at the doorway. I sighed in relief when I saw Cody standing in front of me with a tray of food.
"Come on, Alex. You have to eat eventually." He pleaded.
"No I dont. I can starve myself until I die. Its the only option I have." I whispered.
He came and sat next to me. He put his hand on my cheek. I started crying and he wiped the tears away.
"Please eat." He whispered.
Ive been in here for a week. Throughout this week the only person who has bothered to show me any kindness is Cody. He gets me blankets when im cold and sometimes when Griffin isnt home he unlocks my handcuffs and lets me move about.
"Fine. Ill eat." I sighed.
He smiled at me and unlocked my cuffs. I ate the sandwich he gave me and we talked for a little bit.
"Griffin left a little while ago. He didnt say where he was going." Cody told me.
"What do you think hes doing?" I asked.
"I dont know, but Im worried." He sighed.
"Cody?"
"Yes."
"Why did you ever agree to work with him?"
"I-I dont really know. I guess I was just scared. I regret it every day. You dont deserve this. Im so sorry."
I started crying again. I really just want to leave here. Cody pulled me close. He hugged me for a while. Once I was calm I pulled away and handed him the plate that my sandwich was on.
As Cody stood up to leave, I heard a crashing sound come from downstairs. Cody looked at me then ran out the door. I wasn't chained to the wall anymore, so I followed.
Griffin slammed through the front door and dragged something in after him. I couldnt see what it was. Griffin then turned to look at the stairs where Cody and I were standing.
His face went red with anger, then he dropped what he was dragging and ran over to the stairs. He grabbed me by the hair and started pulling me up the stairs.
"Stop! Stop! Let go!" I screamed out in pain.
He didnt say anything, he just continued to drag me back into my hell of a room. He let go of my hair and shoved me onto the ground. I landed on my stomach with a painful crack sound filling the room. I screamed even louder as I looked down at my wrist. It was red and swelling. It hurt like a bitch. Griffin grabbed my other hand and handcuffed it to the wall.
"Stay here. I dont ever want to see you out of this room again, unless I come and get you out." He seethed at me.
I watched him leave the room. He slammed the door shut and it shook the room. I cried, for the third time today. My life is hell.
I laid down on the cold floor and wrapped myself in a blanket that Cody had brought me. I cried for a while. The tears flowing down my cheeks and onto the floor. Eventually I fell asleep.

(A couple hours later)
"Wake up." Griffins voice echoed through the room and I sat up quickly. He grabbed my wrist and looked at it. There was now a black and blue bruise covering the top of my wrist. He unlocked my other wrist and pulled me out of the room.
He started mumbling to himself. Ive seen him do it before. It must be a habit of his. He pulled me down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he started treating my wrist. We never spoke throughout the whole thing. I had nothing to say to him. These kinds of things seem to happen often.
"Alex?" He asked
"Y-Yes" I stuttered.
"Do you love me?" He spoke calmly.
My heart started beating faster. If I said no, he would surely beat me. But if I said yes, it would be like me saying its ok for him to do things to me.
"I-I" I tried to speak.
"Tell me, Alex. Do you love me as much as I love you?" He asked again.
"You dont love me." I spoke quietly. "And- And I dont love you." I flinched, afraid he was going to hit me.
He didnt make any sudden movements. Instead he just held me hand and pulled me to one of the rooms on the first floor.
"I have a surprise for you." I said calmly.
He opened the door all the way so I could see what was in there. There, sitting on the floor, was the most heartbreaking thing in the world to me. There he was. Bradey. Covered in cuts and bruises. Laying on the floor, passed out. My cry was stuck in my throat. It was Bradey.
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(A/N) Hey guys! I know its not very long, but I'm having writers block. Thanks of 6k+ reads! It really means alot. Ive seen a lot of comments saying 'she had a phone why didnt she just call someone' and stuff like that. I promise you, that will all be clarified. I have a plan for how I want this book to go. Please vote and comment if you have any thoughts or suggestions! Thanks for reading!