Saving Aliyah

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-Aliyah Cameron-
*TW*

I felt like I've been here forever, too long, and I wanted to get out, I had to get out.

The door opens and Elliot walks in, I've been sitting up for the past few days recently, he walks over to me with a plate food "well, here's your meal for the week, congratulations, you weren't being such a damn bitch." He puts the plate on the bed.

My eyes flicker to the knife on the plate, Elliot runs his hand down my arm "such a shame I have to unite you though, I love when I have you like this." He tells me, I try to stay still, but his breath is on me, I feel the ropes being taken off, Elliot grips my hair making me look at him "when you finish eating, I'll be back, and I know exactly what I'll do with you." He says, smearing his lips on me.

"Enjoy, baby."

With that he walks out, my eyes fall on the knife, and I quickly take it shoving it under the pillow, pushing the food around as fast as I can, I was so fucking hungry but I didn't know if he put something in it or not, I look back at the door to make sure he hasn't come down yet.

I make the food look smaller, like I actually ate it, putting the fork down I sit there, trying to breathe, just breathe, deep breaths, I tell myself.

I hold my breath when the door opens, Elliot comes in with more ropes "I'll be back, I just need to get some of the stuff ready." He smiles at me, he grabs my arms, placing them behind my back, tying them. He runs his hands up my shoulder squeezing them.

"I told you we go well together." Elliot whispers in my ear, burying his head into my neck, before walking away, once the door shuts I release the breath I was holding.

My hands frantically searching for the knife under the pillow, and when I find it I try and cut through the ropes as quick as I can, making sure Elliot isn't back yet,

I let out a cry when the knife cuts my hand, but I continue, until my right hand is free, then my left.

"Okay..okay." I say to myself, I frantically get up, Ignoring the pain in my body. My wrists were covered in scabs.

I open all the drawers searching for my phone, and when I find it I turn it on, sending Alastair my location.

I quickly get up, the door was unlocked. I make my way upstairs as quiet as I can, but a clicking sound makes me freeze "where you going, baby." His voice taunts, I hear his footsteps.

"I'm not done with you just yet." His arm wraps around my waist, tightening it to the point it hurts, pointing a gun straight into the back of my neck, I try and fight against him.

Elliot grunts moving back, I turn around and point the knife at him "don't fucking come closer." I say, he stares at me, before starting to laugh "oh baby, you're so funny, you know how weak you are? You can't kill anyone even if your life depends on it." Elliot steps closer.

"I'm serious." I grit, "so am I, you were too weak to tell me to stop, and you were too weak to tell your father to stop, and you know deep down, you loved everything we did this past week." He says, I scoff, everything he did was torture, I wanted my skin to burn until I couldn't feel him anymore.

It felt like I was being burned but instead of fire, it was Elliot's hands. "Don't use my past against me, you were the reason I went through hell." I shout.

"You're weak." Elliot states, there's something I've realized while being here. I wasn't weak. "No I'm not, you couldn't go through half the shit I went through."

Elliot wouldn't survive what I went though, I knew it, because he couldn't survive us breaking up.

Elliot reaches for me, shoving me to the ground, my head slamming against the floor "you're pissing me off now." He grits getting on me.