Elizabeth POV
I woke up to a gunshot.
There were shouting and eventually when everything died down outside. The door opened.
Just then I saw Troy.
"I'm so sorry hun"
He sad coming closer to me.
I just moved away from him.
"I killed the asshole thts did this"
He said pulling a chair closer to the bed.
"I want to be alone"
I said and with much struggle turned and faced the wall.
"I'll leave. I out the first aid kit on the the dresser. For you to clean the wounds."
He said and seconds later I heard the chair go back and the door close.
After that my eyes grew tired and I fell asleep.
I woke up to a knock on the door. On the 3rd knock the door opened. No words were spoken.
" your food "
The person said and left.
I didn't have any energy to get up or eat. But I needed to see how fucked my face looked. So with much struggle I eventually got up. I sat on the chair and mentally prepared to see how I looked.
"1,2,3 "
I said and lifted my gaze. Seconds later I was staring into eyes that looked unrecognizable.
Yet again my lip was swollen and cut. I had a cut on my cheek bone. I had a black eye. My cheek had deep red bruises. I started crying. I lost faith.
I started cleaning my face up. With sksot of struggle.
When I lifted the shirt up had bruises covering my stomach and ribs. My arms were covered in them too.
How did my life come to this?
I mentally asked myself.
I cleaned up myself and got back into bed. I lost all my energy, strength, faith and hope in anyone finding me or ever leaving here.
I genuinely don't know how long I've been here. Whoever someone cane in it was to bring me food. Troy came spoke and left.
I started heeling. It was still sore and visible but it was getting better.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear Troy come in.
"how you feeling today?"
He asked me.
I nod my head.
"how long have I been here ?"
My voice came horse.
"3 weeks"
He said.
Yup my life's over. I'm dead mentally and emotionally.
I nod.
"Elizabeth you have to understand that you mine now. I won't let ebyine hurt you like that basted did. I'll wait untill you heeled but I can't wait any longer"
He said. Just then his phone rang.
"sorry I have to take this it's the realter"
He said and walked to the other side of the room.
When he was done I saw him slip the phone in his jacket pocket.
He was about to walk out, but I think I have a chance to atleast get the phone.
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Elizabeth Campbell
RomanceElizabeth lives In a middle class environment in Chicago. She wants to help her mama out in the house and with her sister. So she does some job hunting. And she was in luck when he friend rose sends her a adress and interview. There she meets Mr tal...