Freya's P.O.V.
3 weeks later.
Cry had, well, used me. I sitting on the bed gathering my clothes, I wish I had a choice.
"Freya, come on, I need you to do something." Cry voice came though the door. Something caught my eye, on the dresser was a knife. I grabbed it and put it in my pocket. He won't see this coming. I left the room.
"There's my girl." I stood there, not looking at him. Cry grabbed my hand, and I pulled away.
"I'm not your girl, Freak." Cry grabbed my wrist and bend it backwards, a loud crack sounded the room. He'd broken my wrist. I fell to the ground crying in pain. Cry smiled.
"What was that?" I looked up at him with watery eyes. My fingers curled around the knife in my pocket.
"I'm not your girl!" I threw it at Cry, it hit his upper left arm. He groaned in pain and then pulled it out. I stood up still hold my broken wrist.
"Silly little girl." I backed away from the mad man and bumped into Pewds.
"Kill me." I whispered to him. He nodded and held my neck.
"If he kills you, you won't be able to come back, my dear." I spat at him.
"I know, but it's better than staying with you!" Pewds hands twisted around my neck, the darkness toke me.
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