Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

Chapter 41

Graces POV:

I wake up after god knows how long. I keep my eyes closed, trying to remember what happened. Once it comes flooding back, I have to fight back the tears. I can't let them see me like this. Weak. I have to be strong.

I open my eyes, only to find that the darkness is still around me. I try to find Riley. I know he's here. He went down before me and I saw him get knocked out before I was. I just hope he's with me. I have no idea where I am, I'm scared and I just need someone I know here with me.

And plus Riley's been through something like this. A couple of nights ago he told me how his story of how he got here with Sam. He's dealt with this violence more than I have, so being with him is, I guess, comforting.

Since I don't have my eyesight, I rely on my senses. I feel a cold breeze wrapping around my body and I realize now that my hands are numb. My wrists burn, where they are held forcefully above me. My arms feel weak and I lean against the wall trying to take the weight off of the bands holding me up.

But there's one thing for sure that I know of. I'm in a basement. The ground is cold, like cement, I can faintly hear drainage pipes to the right of me, and the smell of moisture is in the air. It is just like my basement back home.

Before I can make out anything else, like I'd be able to, I hear footsteps above me walk about ten feet, then stop. Then I hear a squeaky door open slowly, like in all of those scary movies. The footsteps start down the stairs slowly. That's when I loose my cool.

I'm scared and I have no idea where I am and I don't know who this person is or where Riley is. I let out a soft cry because that's about all I can do.

The footsteps hit the last stair and step onto the cement ground. There's at least ten seconds of silence where I don't breath. Don't make a sound. Don't do anything. I sit there and wait for something to kill me.

Then a light flickers on and it literally blinds me. I hide my face as best I can from it but its no use, I can't. It is coming from everywhere.

I guess I'm given three seconds to adjust to this because within that time, a powerful speaking man that I have no face to yet yells, "look at me!!"

I face my head up toward the voice but I don't open my eyes because of the pain.

"I said look at me! Open your eyes!" I split them open and shut them instantly. I try a second later and after a few tries I can see the figure with a blur.

But he isn't looking at me. His back is facing my side while his front faces the wall across from me. I look down between his feet and sure enough there's another pair of shoes that one hundred percent belong to him: Riley.

"Look at me!" The guy yells again. This time he bends down and I can't see the back of his head anymore. I hear a soft and painful moan that answers my question. It is for sure him.

Even though I know I can't, I reach out my hands to try and stop him. Which probably wasn't a good idea. The black chains that tie my wrists together jingle together and make the loudest sound they could possible make. Not to mention I let out a moan of my own when the chain digs further into my skin.

The man turns on me now. He towers over me in height, even if I werent sitting on the floor. I try to hide my frightened face but I doubt I don't look like it.

"What? What do you want!?"

"What do you want...?" I manage to get out. But before I can even finish, his hands reach out and twist the chains together, pinching and burning my skin beyond what I thought was possible.

I scream and twist my body trying to disentangle the chains but it only makes it worse. "Don't ask me that! Ever! Got it?" He let's go of the chains, releasing the pressure on my wrists. By now the tears that I've been holding back are pouring down my cheeks.

He turns and for a second I think he's going to turn on riley again, but instead he leaves, slamming the door behind him. He is replaced within seconds by a smaller but still buff and scary looking guy. This one doesn't come up and start beating us. He instead comes up and checks our locks, even tightening them a bit.

When he's situating Riley, I here Riley ask softly, "where's our clothes?" That's when I realize that I don't have my shirt on any longer, only a sports bra, which is uncomfortable in every way.

The man let's out a chuckle and says, "well you, you had some stuff on there that could've helped you escape. And we don't want that now do we? And you my friend," he says facing me, "well your just pretty to look at..." He smiles creepily and takes a slow step toward me.

I curl up in a ball, trying to defend myself, but I don't need to. Riley kicks out his leg and hits the guy in the back of the shin, causing him to fall forward and into the wall beside me. He swears, getting up and stands over Riley, and from what I can see, I'm guessing he has him pinned against the wall by the throat. But Riley keeps a clear and serious face.

He says something into his ear than leaves. The only light that remains is the one at the edge of the staircase. It lights up the room but only in parts. From where I am I can faintly make out Riley. But at least I can see him now.

"You okay?" Riley asks when he's gone. Now I get a good look at him. He's tied up just like I am: hands chained above, no shirt and his wrists are bloody and red. But at least he isn't crying like I am.

"Hey..." He whispers. His legs straighten out in front of me and when I straighten out mine I can touch his. With this only sense of comfort I sit like this for hours on end. Our feet against each others, holding onto the only thing we have.