Y/n's P.O.V:
I heard loud voices talking and started shaking, I knew he came back again. I was laying on the same bed in the same room, at least it was soft and fresh - 100 times better than sitting on the cold dirty basement floor. I yanked my hands, trying to release them from the rope. Loud steps were getting closer and closer to the closed door of the room where I was, I felt anxious again, my eyes were blurred with the tears and I thought of what could happen next.
Finally the door opened, scaring the life out of me. Again my torturer... now he was leaning against the doorway with a slight smirk upon his lips.
"Hey, baby girl, missed me?" - he said unnaturally. Then he stumbled into the room and almost fell on the bed, but caught himself and leaned on his hands. Then I smelt his disgusting breath and realized that he was drunk, really drunk. His hand moved up my leg, towards my lady part and I squealed, fighting it off. His expression turned angry and he harshly smacked my thigh, which made me scream from the pain it gave me.
"Why can't you just let me f**k you? Why did you let that stupid McCann f**k you, huh?! Why he's better than me, s**t?!" - he screamed and shock was written all over my face.
"B**ch, you're so hot" - he grinned and looked up and down my almost exposed upper body, while licking his lips. Now I felt totally disgusted.
"I just want to f**k the life out of you, for you to scream from the pleasure I would give you. I would smack you slu**y ass and your tits-" - tears blurred my vision and I tried to shut off the ugly reality I was in. He was talking like I was some s*x toy, weird that he wasn't doing anything, maybe yet... So, when he's drunk he's strangely soft - at least he doesn't beat me. Suddenly I felt his cold dirty hand creeping up to my chest, which made me come back to reality. My eyes widened and I tried to move swiftly, so he wouldn't pull the bra off me at least. Suddenly he got on top of me, in between my legs, and started freaking grinding on me. I tried to release himself from me, but that was, of course, useless. I cried, while he started freaking moaning.
"Mmm, I bet you're so good to f*ck with" - he moaned. I felt so disgusted, I just wanted to jump off the cliff and end everything and the thought that I had to livee with this throughout my whole life, if I'll ever get out of this alive, scared me.
"F**k" - he moaned again. Then he made an unexpected move - he got up and stumbled out of the room.
"Boys" - he yelled
"Call the girls, NOW" - he yelled and completely disappeared from my sight. My chest swiftly rose up and down and I tried to calm down, I got lucky again...
Lucas ran in the room and crouched on the bed besides me.
"Oh my God, we're so sorry" - he said and covered me with a sheet.
"T-that's not y-your fault" - I whispered and closed my eyes.
"Hey" - he tried to shake me, but I just couldn't find the strength to open my eyes anymore.
"Y/n" - he shook me harder.
Third P.O.V:
Lucas continued shaking and calling Y/n, but it seamed useless.
"No, no, no" - he panicked and then ran in the kitchen. Caleb finally showed up with tired look on his face and looked at panicking Lucas with confusion.
"Hey, what's going on?" - he asked Lucas
"Y/n, she- she" - he didn't end his sentence and ran into the room with bottle of alcohol. Caleb ran after him and finally caught the sight of Y/n's lifeless body and gasped.
"No!" - he yelled and sat on the floor near her, while Lucas watered the cloth with alcohol swiftly, pulling it to her nose.
"Jason's gonna kill us" - he murmured and continued to shake Y/n.
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The feelings
Fanfiction"Ugh" - I quietly sighed and held my head in my hands. I was so stressed, trying to make a plan of how to end Derek's life. I think Y/n will not approve it, but I don't really have any other option. I sat up and looked at Y/n again. My eyes became...
