Laurens I like you a lot

Chapter 20

Trigger warning: mentions of death abuse and rape.

Alex POV

It's been a week since John died.. people keep saying it'll get better but it doesn't, every day it just gets harder. How am I supposed to wake up everyday when the love of my life won't. The first thing I see in the morning is his bed. The first thing I think about every day is him.

Every time I open my messages I see the last one he sent to me 'I'll be home soon, I love you❤️'  he won't ever walk though my door again.

He won't ever tell me he loved me again, I can't ever tell him I love him again. We'll never get married. He'll never do all the things he wanted to do. I want him back.

It's not fair. He deserves to be happy more than anyone. And now I'm never going to see him again. This is all my fault. If I had just watched the road he'd be standing here right now, and he would smile and that would be enough.

Peggy POV

The funerals this afternoon. It just all feels surreal, all though high school he said he couldn't wait for college he would say college was why he let himself live though school.

He said he would be happy in college, and he would get to do all things he dreamed of. And now, he's gone. He was happy.. he was engaged.. the morning of it..he texted me.

He told me he couldn't wait until tonight, he had a date. He was so happy, probably the happiest I've seen him in a while. It was like he new what was gonna happen and he wanted to enjoy everything before it was gone.

Alex hasn't spoken to anyone in a week, we've tried, he won't look at us, he won't talk to us, all he does is sit in bed in John's hoodie and holding John's turtle toy.  It's like he's completely shut down.

I won't let myself do that though. I'm still working, I don't want to let myself stop and think about it. If I do I know I won't stop crying.

They won't let us have the casket open at the funeral I don't know why. They won't let us do anything.

John POV

Like the doctor said, Thomas picked me up... he put a blindfold over my eyes and tired my hands together. Now he has me trapped in some basement or something.

It's hot, my hands are in cuffs chained up above my head, so I'm just kneeling here, I don't have any clothes on. I've been beaten, raped, cut, spat at, insulted. They're treating me like a sex slave. People come snd go. Every time someone comes in, They give Jefferson money then Jefferson puts a gag in my mouth and leaves. Then whoever comes and goes what they want.

I've eaten like once. I just wanna go home.. I miss Alex. I miss Peggy. I miss my bed, and food and showers and everything. 

I don't know how long it's been but soon another person comes in. I look up. It's Frances. I watch him give the money to Thomas. He gives a lot more than usual. Like.. A lot more. Thomas then gives him a key.

This time Thomas just walks out. He doesn't gag me or anything. Instead, Frances walks over. I look up at him and expect him to do something. But he doesn't. He uncuffs my Hands. My arms drop down and I rub my wrists, they hurt like hell.

But it's over. It's finally over "t-thank you" I stutter out. He doesn't say anything back. He just grabs my ands and puts them in different cuffs then hooks on a chain.

Of course it's not over. It's never fucking over! He yanks the chain as he starts walking which makes me trip but I follow him. He pushes me in his car.

It looks about midday. Frances drives me somewhere. I assume his house. He pulls me out of the car and drags me inside then locks me in a spare room. I look around. There one window but it's second story, a bathroom, a few blankets and some food and water.

It's a lot better than before, other than then general situation. I guess it's not that bad