Unbroken

Chapter 15:

My eyes widened. I hit the gas pedal in reverse. 

All I could remember is that man coming after me and suddenly pulling out  a gun.

I woke up bleeding in the shoulder. And that I was now back into the cement room where I began.

I knew I shouldn't have came back. Why was I so stupid?

This time my body was completely tied up. I couldn't move a inch. I looked around to find the girls, but none of them where there. It was just me, in a empty solid cement room. 

Niall's Point Of View-

They checked every single place that was abandoned in the area. I called out for all counties to search. This was killing me not knowing if she was ok. I decided to search on my own. My plan was to go to end of the land and work my way in. It had to work. 

The next day I started. I took a plan out to a town near the outside of Ireland.

Chloe's Point Of View:

I couldn't stop trembling. I was alone. My mouth was duck tapped. Everything was tied together. I knew this wasn't going to end well from the start. I started shifting my whole body so that I could see the whole room. I looked on the floor to see a puddle of blood. Mine. I looked to my left. More blood. And to my right, again; blood. I suddenly remember hearing that one single gun shot.

The door suddenly flung open.

A tall figure appeared. It was him.

"So you tried to escape love? If you wouldn't have came back you would have... but not more long,"

I shook my head as he started walking closer and closer to me. He didn't have any weapons on him, thank god. He took my chin and made me look at him, I snapped my head to the right. I didn't want him to touch me.

He suddenly slapped me across the face.

"If you want to act like a bitch, I'll treat you like one." 

He slapped me again, this time, harder.

This happened about five more time, and each time the amount of force increased. He just stopped and walked away. 

I don't know how long I was sitting there until again the door opened.

Him again.

He was wearing different clothes. He had a tank top and jeans with a belt. He came closer to me and suddenly unbuckled his belt. He took it out of the loops of the jeans and started twirling it around. He swung it up and slapped my side. He kept whipping me again and again.

My eyes were sealed shut and my eyebrows were touching. 

The pain was constant, and stung. He flipped me over. And starting hitting my back with extreme force. My shoulders tensioned up. Tears starting rolling down my cheeks.

"SUCK IT UP YOU CRY BABY!" He screamed, it echoed the room. 

Please someone save me.