My Endless Road [COMPLETED]

Chapter 21

~Ari~

I fucking hate life.

Those were the words that registered in my sub-concious although I was here, my gential filtered out probably a pint of blood at the time, my face stained with tears and fully naked on his bed. First, he was moving slowly and after I mentioned Jace's name, apparently it angered him and he took it out on me by fucking me till I bled.

At that moment, I was scarred for life.

Those crude comments, the way he touched me, the dirty things he whispered to me, the rape I'd been through was overbearing for any one person. That, unfortunately had to be me. 

Out of the billions of average people living in the world, the ones that seemed so perfect, not a care to worry, sheltered from the horrors and fears of this evil world, the ones who barely had anything to fuss about because their parents would make sure that nothing happens to their precious angels or even the vagrants who don't even have a fricking care for anything around them except where and when they would get their next meal, but why me?

Why did I have to go through that phase that was not necessarily needed?

Why i had to witness abuse, receive abuse, witness rape, receive rape?

Did God hate me or was this a test to see how strong I was?

I needed answers to my questions, I needed a break from everything but I couldn't move. The mass amount of blood I had lost and continued loosing, I knew I wasn't getting up anytime soon. My body was completely shut down. Here's a list:

Limbs - dead

Heart - mildly beating

Brain - still functional

Muscles - dead

I couldn't decipher anything else, I began drifting off into an abyssal sleep when I heard the door of the haunted bedroom creak but I couldn't lift my head to glimpse at the person.

"You have her bleeding like shit." Someone muttered as I felt their presence enter the room.

"Whatever." Another person grumbled, I thought it was Dylan.

Then, the bed sinked as the first person weighed down the mattress and put their hand on the back of my head and slowly pulled it up. My eyes were already closed since I lost all my strength.

"Dude, what the fuck were you thinking? She could have died!" the masculine voice exclaimed with fury and concern in his voice. Finally, someone on my side.

Suddenly, though I lost a lot of blood, I was semi-concious so then I moaned. Following that, something was wrapped securely around my floppy body, probably covering my naked body and I was carried bridal style in strong built arms.

" Well that's why I called you." Dylan's voice drooping with sarcasm.

I heard the mysterious figure sighed heavily and exited the bedroom.  A sudden pang of pain began throbbng at the back of my head. A moan escaped my lips and winced at the pain.

"You poor beautiful thing, watch they've done to you." He muttered to me under his breath as my loose neck rolled unto his broad shoulder while my head buried at the crook of his neck.

Another admirer, FML.

Resentfully, I gave in to coma-like sleep.

~*~*~

Even though I was semi-unconcious, the two tall figures from before they lugged my flimsy body clumsily down the carpeted halls. I didn't know what they had done to me but I guessed that they saved her partially. Dylan held my right arm and the other dude held my left, leaving my feet and legs to drag. My hair had covered my whole face only exposing my nose.

I continuously groaned as the ceaseless passageway leading back to the dungeon took what seemed days but only a few minutes.

The back of my head throbbed with pain, my stomach grumbled loudly, my swollen face and bruised skin, I was pretty sure that my face had almost been rearranged.

When we had almost approached the ingot sterling door, in my confuffled state, I could hear Nena conflicting with unfamiliar voices at the moment about something heated.

I thought I was the only hostage.

Were there more or was she proving herself to be the crazy sociopath everyone had already known?

I think Dylan fumbled with his keys and pushed it shakily in the keyhole when the gate to hell slowly opened.

Instantly, the bitch bickering ceased for some moments but then she opened her big mouth again.

"Ari, welcome back, now you won't have to be so lonely." She piped up her edgy voice and made her way over to the entrance where the men still hold me.

"You've got friends and family, aren't I right, Ace?" her smug expression gave it away when I forced my eyes open to see a distraught Ace and a face I tried my whole childhood escaping. Another reason why I left home and changed my name. Now, he was bounded by the chains of misery and had bruises all over his face but his eyes were shut close.

A pang of guilt and anger flashed through my veins. Why did Nena have to go so far?

If I wasn't injured and tired, I would have lunged for her and beat her to pulp.

Although, some part of me despised him, it still didn't prevent me from feeling sorry for what he had to go through now and this time it was because of me.

He raised me my whole life and showed me right from wrong although he didn't reflect them at the time.

All now as my hooded eyes were focused on the two male figures on each side of where I was suppose to be. Nena, crossed her arms triumphantly and grinning from ear to ear, glad to make my life miserable.

My parched throat only mustered up a tiny ounce of strength to call that man, I wanted to shout, scream or some other shit but it passed as a mere whisper.

"Dad?"