When the World Runs Wild (Grey's Anatomy)

10- Lost and Found

TW as always! Mentions of a lot of things like abuse and rape! Please do not read this book if it triggers you in any way!

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, much love and happy readings!

Meredith was still lying unconscious on the cement floor, in a pool of blood surround her head, there was large gash, that was very deep and didn't seem to stop bleeding. Derek was sitting in the corner of the room with another bottle of bourbon, waiting for her to wake up. Just as he swigged a large portion of his alcohol Meredith bang to stir in her uncomfortable position.

Meredith groaned deeply as pain shot through her body. Derek chuckled lightly while sipping more of his drink and Meredith tensed up immediately. She rolled up into a searingly painful position as her fold folded her and her ribs compressed, her lungs were restricted, her head was pounding and very part of her body was burning. Eventually all her feelings began to go numb.

I guess being numb was better than feeling, medically it wasn't but pain tolerance wise it was much, much better.

"Did you have a nice rest?" Derek remarked while chugging the rest of his bottle quickly. Meredith was afraid to answer, either thing she said could be a wrong answer.

"I g-g- guess." She stuttered. She tried not to, Derek seemed to torture Mer more when she was scared.

"You scared." He snickered while smashing the bottle in the floor very close to her body, she flinched in response and screamed slightly as pain ran its course.
"Don't be scared." He sneered while crouching in front of her frail form. She could smell the sense of alcohol leaking from his pores, signaling he was very, very wasted.

"I'm not." She tried to say more fiercely. It came out stronger than before but still in a quiver.

"So you won't be scared if I go like this?" He weared while lifting his hand high in the air, Meredith flinched, ready to be brutally hit, but it hit never came. All that came were vicious laughs erupting form his lips.
"Your not scared huh?" He laughed even harder. I shook my head lightly as he burst into laughter, it really wasn't funny, but in the eyes of a drunk anything could be shaped into a different form.

"Your a funny girl. Very funny. You know I don't like liars." He went from humor to ice cold in a split second.
"When people lie, they must have a consequence." He began to circle her sitting position on the pole.
"Would you like to choose yours or shall I?" He stated blandly, no opinion in sight.

"I'll choose then, all of the above." He smirked. Meredith cringed internally. She didn't even know the options yet she still knew they were horrible.

Derek wasn't quickly to wait, he took his belt off and put it around her neck loosely. "Every time you disobey I pull." He warned while shaking the end of the large piece of leather. She nodded as best she could, although the belt was still quite tight on her trachea.

Derek continued to undress, her hands were still chained to the metal pole and they were surrounding in mostly darkness. Just small bits of light flowing through the cracks of the cellar door, although it was probably nearing night.

Meredith had been through this routine profusely for the past months, every time it seemed to get worse. She was prepared for the worst, for more struggle as he kicked her up to a standing position, she worried she would pas out form the pain and blood loss as she dizzily leant against the pole, if she did Derek would probably kill her, thinking she was 'disobeying'. She had to fight to stay awake and stay alive, she had no way of telling how much longer she would have to suffer but she didn't think she could make it much longer, she needed help right then and now.