Tate and Violet- Forever Yours

Chapter 30

(In the basement)

I'd never thought my life would end like this...

I'd always pictured something a  little less depressing and gory. Maybe dying in the night, painless and surrounded by my loved ones.

My life has changed drastically these past few weeks. I had always been one of those happy people who saw the good in everything and everyone. I would have never wanted to give up on life back then.

Now I want to embrace death, I'm ready for it, almost begging for it too take away all my pain.

Sitting in a pitch black musty room where to only sounds I can hear is my heavy breathing and the loud cries off the disfigured face chained up next to me.

I'm glad I can barely even see my hand in front off my face. I know my injuries are bad because I can feel the constant agonising pain and throbbing, but I just know if I see them that it would make everything 10 times worse.

It's kind of funny because once not that long ago I used to consider my self to be pretty. I know now that can not be true.

My face has been broken, dried blood covers every part of me. My clothes barely cover my body and all that's left of them is tattered remains. I can smell the strong smell of urine and BO but that's what you get from not washing or going to the toilet.

It's not just my outside that is hideous it's my inside too.

  It almost makes me sick to the core that everything thing in my life used to be rainbows and sun rises.

How could I be that naive?

Now I can only feel pain and see the looming darkness. All I want is too feel deaths warm embrace taking me away from this harsh cold world.

I hear a door creak open and my heart begins to beat fast as a all consuming dread starts to feel my body.

Heavy foot steps slowly walk down the steps causing the wood to creak.

He is back. The monster that destroyed my dreams and plunged my life into this endless pit of suffering and pain.

I was so foolish back then, if a pretty boy came up to me my hole heart would stop for a moment. And if they asked me out I would go with them there and then.

I was too trusting back then, that's what it was!

If I had never gone to that stupid party I would have never got myself trapped in this hideous situation.

Its all Becky's fault she was the one who practically dragged me screaming and kicking there, also so she could disappear with some cute boy upstairs. Leaving me alone and slightly scared down stairs with a hoard of human bodies swaying as of under a spell to the loud music.

And that's when I met him.

Michael seemed really nice back then, he spoke like a gentleman and treated me like a lady. He could see I was uncomfortable inside with all the loud music and with the drunks shouting at everyone and everything. So we went outside, and that was my biggest mistake.

It was freezing outside and I was only wearing a thin dark metallic blue dress so Michael asked if I would like to sit in his car for a while. Me thinking nothing off it gladly jumped at the opportunity to get into this cute boys car.

And that's when I got taken.

The heavy steps stopped walking down the stairs and I heard them slowly make their way towards me.

A cold sense of dread began to fill my limp unresponsive body, as I think about the things that he will do to me.

I lower my head as I see the glint of red glow in his dark eyes.

" Don't be scared beautiful, everything will be just fine. "

He lifted up my head with his cold large hands holding my gaze with his blood red eyes. My body began to slowly shake as his hand trailed down my body.

I just want to die.

Why won't he just kill me already.

" Come on sweets cheeks, let's have some fun"

A sharp pain feels my leg and I scream as I see a glint of a knife that is being stabbed into my leg.

I know that this wound won't be the one that kills me.  Michael has a habit of hurting me to a point where I'm on the brink of life or death but bringing me back  and patching me up.

How nice of him to treat your wounds, maybe he is not so bad after all. I can hear you say.

Well your wrong.

The only reason why he treats my wounds is so I'm forced to suffer and the next day he can torture me some more.

I will not be broken by him though. When I die I will not beg for death but approach it with open arms.

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Hey guys.

Sorry it's been awhile things have been pretty crazy these last few weeks. With loads of cool and time consuming things going on at home, not to forget this massive writing block I've had. And last friday at school we got given some tragic and sudden news about one of our teachers. But I'm back now and super excited to finish this story so I can move on and write something else ( not before I do some editing though)

Anyway I know this is chapter 30 but I really don't intend to write sequel to this book so please bear with me because there will be loads more chapters before we get to the end.

Thanks.

And Speak To You Later.

Wolf Tiger Lilly Girl

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