𝑨 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 - Chapter Thirty-Four

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Slight Blood Warning

Note: I just notice that somewhere along the way I made a mistake on some chapter numbers but no worries I went back and fixed that. We don't talk about it 🌚- that's all 😌

"Ow-... OW!" Finney yells out, flinching when the cold cloth dabbed his slightly bloodied bruise. You let out a huff with your eyebrows furrowed. "Oh come on. I'm trying to clean your face." You slightly hissed, going back to dabbing the wound. Finney let out whines but for the most part stayed still.

Once finished, you place the now warm cloth down and looked at Finney. "There, it should heal here in a few days." You spoke, fiddling with your fingers. Finney nodded before trailing his eyes down to your ankle.

"You're injured too." Finney states, still looking at your ankle. You shook your head.

"No, I'm not. I'm fine." You dismiss with a wave of your hand. Finney raised an eyebrow with a not believing face, before slowly touching your ankle, putting some pressure on it.

You yelped in pain before bringing your hands down around your swollen ankle. "You look injured to me-" But Finney stopped in mid sentence before glancing at your very bruised neck.

His eyes widen before he gently tips your head up. You nervously swallow, feeling yourself flinch from the pain your throat produced. Before Finney could talk, the metal door opens as the two of you jumped up. Finney, once again, punched you behind him.

The Grabber entered the room, with a belt in his hand. He looked angry. No. Pissed.

He slightly tilted his head with his eyes glinting with intent to harm and possibly to kill. You felt yourself visibly shake, as you placed your hands on Finney's shaking shoulder.

"You..." The Grabber spoke lowly, pointing a finger at you. Your eyes widen. "Come here..."

Finney shook his head, gritting his teeth. "No, you will not take her. Over my dead body."

You looked at Finney through admiration but with also worry. The Grabber chuckled, slowly shaking his head. "This isn't a choice. It's an order. And I won't play nice unless Y/n comes over here."

You were about to walk over to him for the sake of Finney, but Finney kept you firmly behind him. "No." He spat, glaring at The Grabber with hateful eyes. "You will not be doing anything with Y/n."

A deadly silence follows as The Grabber and Finney stared each other down, both a hateful gaze glinting in their eyes. Finally The Grabber let out a low, menacing chuckle, that scared you to the bones.

"It's not a request. Now I'm going to have to do it the hard way." Your eyes widened as the man crept closer.

You let out a painful scream when The Grabber pulled you by the hair and began dragging you away. "Y/n!" Finney screamed, leaping up to help. He began punching The Grabber, who let out a mixture of pained and annoyed grunts.

"Why you-!" The Grabber yelled, punching him in the face knocking Finney out cold. Finney fell to the ground, pain plastered onto his unconscious face. You felt tears slip down your dirtied cheeks as you thrashed around. Your scalp ached and slightly bled from the evil man continuing to pull you roughly by the hair.

You let out a scream as The Grabber dragged you up the stairs as your eyes darted to Finney's limp body. "Finney!" You cried out, trembling as the metal, rusty door slammed closed.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, trying to pull yourself out of The Grabber's grasp.

"Shut it!" The Grabber hissed, throwing you to the ground of the slightly dirty kitchen. You let out a grunt once you met the cold ground.

A boot made rough contact with your stomach, making you cry out in pain, as you immediately brought your arms around to clutch your burning stomach. The Grabber watched in amusement as you recoiled out in pain on the floor of his kitchen.

Bringing a fist down, The Grabber's fist made contact with your jaw, bursting your lips open in the process. Blood dripped down your chin, as you looked up at The Grabber with fear-filled eyes.

"Fuck you!" You hissed, feeling pain spike all throughout your trembling body. The Grabbed just chuckled before bringing his boot down, crushing your hand. You bit your tongue as you shut your eyes.

You felt yourself go limp from all the pain your trembling body had endured. A metallic tasting cloth was shoved roughly into your mouth, making your tongue recoil in disgust.

You felt rough hands place around your sore form before hauling you over the shoulders of The Grabber. Dog barks filled your ears as the sound of the front door opening, too, reached your ears.

Sunlight met with your bruised, sore face as your eyes squinted. Upon realizing you were outside, you were about to scream as loud as you could, despite the cloth being placed in your mouth, but The Grabber caught on to what you were about to do.

"Scream, thrash around, or any of those fucking games, and I will kill Finney and the others. Got it?" He growled lowly, tightening his grip around you. Tears stung in your eyes as new, fresh streaks of tears made way down your cheeks. You nodded.

You and The Grabber reached the "abandoned" house that rested across the street from the house Finney was currently knocked out cold in. Your wide eyes looked around the rusting, decaying house as the smell of mothballs and blood filled your senses.

The Grabber walked into another room, with you still placed uncomfortably on his shoulders. A new door reached your sight, as you feel more panic begin to set into your battered skin.

You let out small cries as The Grabber swung the door open, before taking you off his shoulder. You could tell he was smiling due to the crinkled forming on the sides of his eyes. "Nighty night... Y/n."

You let out a scream as you were roughly pushed down the stairs. More and more pain set in, adding onto the pain that's already there. The door swung shut, locking heard from the other side of the door. You continued to roll down the stairs, loud thumps heard from your body making rough contact with the dirty concrete stairs.

You finally hit a dirty floor, dirt being set up into the dense, foul smelling room. Low talking filled your ears as you slowly opening your eyes, only to be met with five worried-filled boys.

End of Act Thirty-Four