Sabrina ; The next generation

14

I stared down at my hand that was full of blood.

A piece of glass sat in my skin and I had to pull it out, groaning as I did. I dropped it to the floor, then looked at the absolutely smashed mirror.

I stared at my hand in shock and took a step back. Then I picked up a big piece of glass and looked at it.

I could use this.

I made my way back into the bedroom, dripping blood as I walked. I pressed my back up against the wall right next to the door.

I didn't know if he had heard me scream or something, but if he did, I'd expect him to come back up at any moment.

I stood there, clenching the glass in my hand and it just cut deeper and deeper into my flesh but I didn't care for the pain.

My only focus was on getting away.

I heard footsteps. Like someone jogging up a set of stairs, and then I heard keys as the first lock was being unlocked.

I held my breath, and when the door swung open, I attacked. I screamed as I jumped at him with the glass, but he was faster and managed to wrap an arm around my waist, lifting me up the ground and throwing me.

I ended up on the floor in a hallway, the glass flying out of my hand and landing a few feet away from me on the floor.

I gasped for air at the way I had landed right on my boobs. I started crawling towards the glass but again, he was faster and walked over to the glass.

He put his foot on it, then slid it down the hallway and down the stairs.

I looked up but he wasn't angry. He crouched down, taking my wrist so he could look at my hand.

"You need stitches." He said calmly, before getting up.

When he lifted me up in my arms, I screamed and tried to fight him but he walked as if it was nothing.

He walked down the stairs with me and into a kitchen where he put me on a chair.

"You need to sit there and you need to not move. For every second you don't cooperate, you're losing more blood."

I didn't answer. I glared at him as he straightened up and walked over to a cupboard where he retrieved a first aid kid.

Then I ran, but I didn't get far as I ran right into somebody, causing me to fall back onto my arse.

I stared up at a face I easily recognised. It was the same person who attacked me at home.

"No..." I shook my head, moving backwards on the floor. "Get away from me! I— get away!"

"Felicia!" Emmanuel hurried to my side, forcing me into his embrace.

An arm wrapped around me and I tried to push him away, but he was stronger than me.

"It's okay. No one will hurt you." Emmanuel picked me up and placed me back in the chair, but all I could do was stare at Tomas.

I didn't notice that I was being cuffed to the chair until I heard him he handcuffs close.

I looked at Emmanuel.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "You don't have to— I won't go anywhere!"

"This is for your own safety, hartlam."

I frowned as he turned away to grab a clean cloth. He handed it to Tomas who then forced my hand open and pressed the cloth to the cut.

"Hartlam?" I muttered, as Emmanuel left the room.