Noa

forty two

"Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah, I have it"
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30 minutes earlier:

My eyes open, studying the area around me. Where am I?

It's so dark I can't see anything at all. Then I remember the previous events. Me getting a cloth pressed against my mouth and breathing in. Then I can't remember anything else.

I'm laying down on my side on a hard surface, probably the floor. I lift my head up, feeling it pound. I try to move my hands but I feel my wrists begin to burn, letting me know I'm tied up.

I sit up, trying to see around me. I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. I hear a small sound of water dripping, but I don't know where it's coming from.

I begins seeing small outlines of things and shadows. The floor is made of cement, and is in fact what i'm sitting on. There's what seems to be a chair in front of me.

I look to my right and see a small sink, the faucet must be leaking, hence the dripping sound. The walls of the room I'm in seem to be made of... logs of dark wood?

I think I might be in some sort of cabin. I see a door on the left side of the room, also made of the same dark wood.

I try to break free from the ropes that are holding my hands together once again, ignoring my raw wrists. I decide to get up, and escape. I can't just sit here and do nothing.

I stand up on shaky legs, taking a few steps forward. It's only on the third step that I feel something pull my leg back. I look down at the floor and see a rope connected to my right ankle. It's connected to a pole that's lining the wall.

I sit back down onto the floor, feeling the urge to cry. I cannot cry right now. I have to get out of this.

Who would do this? I just want to go home to my three guys. Are they looking for me? I hope they are.

I get more and more frustrated when the ropes around my wrists refuse to move. I stop trying, deciding that I'm just making the condition of my wrists worse.

Maybe the cabin is around other places? If I scream, maybe someone will hear me and call for help. Or would that just anger whoever brought me here and force them to kill me? I think deeply, not wanting to die, but at the same time willing to risk everything.

I decide it's worth a shot, but right as I open my mouth to let out a loud scream, the wooden door on the left swings open. I hear footsteps and see the large outline of a man, but I can't make out who it is.

Without realizing I'm doing it, I scoot back until my back hits the wall behind me. At the sound of me moving his head turns toward me.

"You're finally awake. Great. I'll get started shortly then." He steps closer to me, and that combined with the sound of his voice makes me realize exactly who he is.

Oliver.

Get started? Chills run down my whole body as I think about what 'get started' could mean. I have to ask.

"Get started?" My voice comes out hoarse and scratchy, as I haven't used it in a while.

"Yes. I'll get started draining you of your blood of course." He explains, a neutral expression on his face as if this is the most natural thing in the world.

My blood runs cold as I realize it's been him all along. The one destined to kill me. How could I have not known? It's been clear all this time.

And though I know the answer, I still want to hear him say it. So, I ask,"Why are you doing this?"

The way my voice sounds shows how clearly distressed I am.

He lets out a sarcastic laugh before speaking, "Why did I do it? Why did I- I did it because I love you and you treat me like trash. I give you compliments, and you turn your nose up at me in disgust. Instead you choose to be with those three blood suckers!" His voice raises more and more as he steps closer to me.

"They could never treat you like I would. But you choose them anyway. What do they have that I don't?" He's now right in front of me and I don't answer his questions, turning my head so I don't have to look at him anymore.

"I give and give and give and everyone takes it for granted! That's the reason why I'm going to kill you, and your three little boyfriends too!" He shouts in my face.

When I hear his plans of killing them the tears that were already beginning to form in my eyes fall down my face.

"No! Don't kill them! Kill me only!" I plead with him but he doesn't give me the time of day.

Instead he walks out of the room through the wooden door, leaving me sobbing on the ground.

I cry for minutes straight at the thought of any of my loves dead. They will not die because of me.

I continue crying, thinking of them when I hear something in my mind. It's distant, but it begins getting louder with each second.

'Noa? Noa, are you hurt? Noa!' It was Kieran's voice.

I perk up, hope flashing in my eyes. 'Kieran! I'm okay. Can you hear me?'

'Yes yes, baby, where are you?'

'I don't know. I think it must be a cabin or something. Everything's made out of wood. It's Oliver, Oliver kidnapped me.'

'Okay. We're trying to find you. To come and help you. We're coming baby.'

'No! No! Kieran you can't come he'll kill you!' I scream through the mind link.

There's no response. He can't hear me. I try again anyway. 'Kieran!'

Silence. The connection I had with him is completely gone. I don't know how to start it up again.

I begin to cry again, hoping and praying that they don't come, that they let me die. They don't deserve to die because of me. I hope they stay alive. I hope I die instead of them.

I hope.

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Noa's alive!!!!!! woop!!! Next chapter the real shit goes down
- A :)