Ive fallen

Chapter 16

Leah's pov
*Ughhh*
I groan as i walk down the long staircase, dreading the day thats ahead of me. My eyes attempting to close constantly due to a lack of sleep, the nightmares not going away.
My hands reach for my eyes, balling them into fists before rubbing them in circles, creating stars in my eyes.

A soft hand places itself on my shoulder, stopping me from walking. My body physically tired, not wishing to put up a fight with whoever is touching me. I stop and turn, seeing a flash of ginger before my face focuses, seeing the concerned face of my best friend, staring directly into my eyes. Her eyes holding a look of pity as they look over my body. I stand there with my back arched forward slightly, my arms dangling by my sides. My face looking dreadful with heavy bags under my eyes, my eyelids half shut, fighting to keep my eyes open for the day.

"I- what happend" keira says, pity still evident in her eyes.
"You look terrible" someone says appearing next to keira. Obviously it was Georgia, i shouldnt have expected anyone else.
"Thanks" i mumble, rolling my eyes.
"Any news on y/n?" I say, rubbing my eyes gently, attempting to wake myself up slightly.
"So this is what this is all about" keira says, pointing her finger at me, moving it up and down in my direction.
"You are worried about...y/n?" Georgia says confused.
"I thought you hated her" she says again, her eyebrows furrowed, obviously attempting to understand the situation.

I loudly gulp, not knowing how to explain the situation i got myself in. That i got y/n in.
"I didnt know" i mumble, guilt written all over my face, practically consuming me.
"What did you do?"

Y/n's pov
My eyes struggle to open, not wishing to wake up at this ungodly hour.
I look around me, bodies tangled around me, around my limbs, all but one.
I look to my left, now seeing Tobin stood by the hanging metal chains, staring down at the floor, a look covering her face. Guilt?

I look towards the floor, inspecting the area in which Tobin was so captivated by. Dry blood splattered across the cold floor.
She looks up towards me, her guilty face now turning to a more restful face, a small smile resting on her face.
"Hi" she says, walking towards me, sitting gently on the bed, attempting not to disturb the other sleeping ladies.
I look at her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
She gently reaches over towards me, pulling the gag away from my dry mouth, allowing me to freely speak.

"Hi" i croak out, my throat dry from lack of liquid.
She gently smiles towards me, almost glad at my lack of energy to shout.
I see her arm move towards the side, picking up a small plastic bottle that is resting on the table, a clear liquid filling the bottle.
She opens the lid, moving it towards my mouth, urging me to drink out of the bottle.
I am hesitant, but now understand i have no choice. My life feels taken over, i am stuck.

I accept her kind offer, opening my mouth as she pours the liquid into my mouth, making me sigh in releif instantly.
Her thumb gently wipes my bottom lip, clearing the spilled liquid from my lips.
"Thanks" i mumble, staring into her eyes, almost attempting to gain some trust.
She just nods her head, towards me, taking the object away, screwing the plastic lid back onto the bottle.
A small crackling is heard as the bottle is rested on the table top.
Her hand lifts up slowly, taking hold of the soft fabric, pulling it back up towards my mouth.
I oblige, opening my mouth for her to put the gag back on, hoping to gain some trust from the older footballer.

She slowly stands, the bed making a small creek as she lifts herself off the mattress. She walks towards the blood stained floor, only now me noticing the cleaning equipment that is placed beside where she was stood, ready to clean up my dry blood from the grey hard ground.

My head softly places itself back onto the soft pillow, resting my body as much as possible, anticipating a not so nice stay.
I hear a soft scrubbing, seeing Tobin on her hands and knees, wiping the floor back and forth, a red tint now noticible in the bubbles that are forming from the soap that is used.

Once she finishes washing the now shining floor, she stands up, walking towards me slowly, only stopping once she is at the foot of the bed.
Her warm hands reach down, using the shinny metal key to unlock the chains that are placed around my ankles, freeing them from their own little prison.
She walks around the bed, unclipping the handcuffs on one wrist, allowing my arms to drop down towards my chest, where she ensures she clips the small metal ring back around my thick wrists.
She holds my arm, helping me sit up gently. My legs swing around by the bottom of the bed, untangling the ladies legs from me.
She holds my left arm, pulling it upwards slightly, prompting me to stand up. I oblige, standing up weakly, my arm being swung around tobins neck, my other arm slowly coming with it, due to the handcuffs.
My arms linking around tobins neck, giving me support to walk, due to my weak body being unable to.

I begin walking, groaning slightly with every step, pain shooting through my body as she gently guides me up the stairs.
My body is finally through the door, with some struggle due to my larger size, my shoulders getting stuck due to tobin helping me through the wooden door.
I am finally dumped onto the small sofa, my longer legs hanging over the arm of the sofa whilst my head rests on the soft pillow, making me sigh in releif.
Tobin pulls the gag off my mouth, sitting gently beside me on the small sofa.
"Do you want to eat?" She questions, her body language slightly different showing her being on edge.
"Please" i mumble, my body begging for food.
She just nods her head towards me, smiling slightly as she stands.

"Why are you helping me" i mumble, cautious due to her kind gestures towards me.
"Im not a complete monster" she says, chickling slightly before walking off, leaving me in my own thoughts.