Chapter 28

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Themes or r*pe in this chapter so please skip if you need to <3 

MORRIS POV 

Night was restless. Y/N was curled into me and my mind raced to thoughts of how I would be able to protect her. By the time morning came Y/N and I were both awake, anxious, tired, sore, and a load of other things. 

"Morris, I'm scared" Y/n whispered. 

"Me too" I confessed. "But I'll protect ya, I'se promise" I held her, tight in my arms until the door eventually opened. 

"Good morning dollface" Gregory smirked. He grabbed a fistful of Y/N's hair as she yelped he ripped her out of my hands. 

"MORRIS" She screamed. 

"Y/N" I started to sprint after them but the door was shut in my face. 

Fuck

Fuck 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck 

I heard them going up the stairs. I knew Greg's office was just above the cellar so unfortunately, I could still hear what was unfolding upstairs. 

I could hear Greg demanding clothes being taken off, slaps being distributed, Y/N's screams until I heard Greg moan. That's when I knew. He was going to rape Y/N. Hell, he was probably in the process of it already. 

I sprinted to the door and began to bang violently screaming for him to stop. I banged and banged and banged despite the protest from my body. Tears were free-falling down my face, as  I heard Y/Ns sobs. I banged, I screamed, I kicked, I punched. Nothing. I had to sit there while my beautiful soulmate was being tortured. 

I finally heard footsteps approaching and I finally thought I had succeeded but it was just Greg's henchmen. 

"STOP IT. DON'T TOUCH HER! SHE'S INNOCENT!" I Screamed at the men. One man approached me and I landed weak punches at him as I sobbed. He hit me across my cheek and continued until I eventually fell out of it. 

After hours apart Y/N returned. Blood pouring down her face, she was asleep? Did she pass out from pain? The man laid her on the ground and I rushed over to her. I pulled her head into my lap and stroked her hair. I took off my blazer and started to tend to Y/N's cuts. I dapped away the blood with it. Y/N was lazily put back in her dress. More tears escaped, the longer I stared at Y/N. 

A little while later she began coughing violently and shaking. 

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N" I shook her awake. 

"M-Morris" She croaked as she wrapped her arms around my neck. 

"You look awful," She frowned. 

"So do you" I frowned back. 

"Have you seen Oscar or Jenaveve?" she asked. 

"No, I don't think they took them" I responded. 

"Do you think we'll get out of here?" She looked up at me. 

"I hope so". 

I laid down next to Y/N and we stayed in each others brace. 

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