The Broken Glader

Part 6 - I couldn't do anything

Y/n pov:

I sat watching the sunrise from the hut window. It began as a mix of orange and yellow before settling into the average blue.
I stood up. I felt dizzy so I leant against the wall for balance. I went to change. I threw my, now, ripped T-shirt on the floor and threw on a pair of leggings and an over-sized hoodie. While changing I looked down at my body. I could see hand marks from where he had grabbed me, and scars from where I had fought back. I knelt silently sobbing, once again. Billy walked in and saw me on the floor. He grabbed the hood of my hoodie and pulled me up. He growled in my face, "If you tell a soul what happened last night, then I cannot even begin to tell you what I'll do" I looked down to see him holding on to his dagger. I nodded my head.
"Good" he said, smiling as he walked off.
I sat down at the breakfast table with today's pancakes in front of me. I tucked my knees into my chest and stared at it. I couldn't eat. I would throw up if I did. The others were talking normally as I sat in silence listening in. I had pulled my hood over my head and tied my hair in a messy bun. The conversation at our table had started to get quieter til it was complete silence. I looked up at them and realised they were staring at me. I realised I hadn't said a word since we sat down.
Newt finally worked up the courage to speak. "Y/n? Are you ok?"
I nodded back at him, but they all continued to look at me. "Y/n? What is wrong?" George asked.
I sat silently.
"Y/n, if you just say that you are ok then we will leave you be, but until you do, we aren't going to believe you." Newt said.
I couldn't speak. I couldn't say a single word. So I grabbed my plate, handed it back to fry, and walked out the hall.
I was relieved when I looked back. Nobody had followed me out.
I walked into the medjack hut. Maybe if I just started working, it would all go away. But I didnt. Clint and Jeff definitely knew something was wrong but knew that I wasn't going to say anything.
Lunch time rolled around and I decided not to go. I couldn't face everyone again and still felt unwell. While everyone was at lunch, or so I thought, someone walked into the medjack hut. Billy.
He walked over to me and slapped me in the face. I started crying. "You dumb bitch everyone is asking for me to check up on you because you haven't said a word! You betta start talking to people after lunch or I swear it will get much worse than this!" He shouted.
I nodded my head in understanding.
We exited together and I forced a smile. As we walked out, he whispered in my ear. "If anyone asked you had a nightmare and you just needed some cheering up."
We walked over to the hall and sat at our separate tables. I could feel his eyes burning through my skin, watching my every move and word.
"Hey Y/n." Newt said softly.
The whole table was watching me.
"Hi." I practically whispered back,
"Are you ok?" Minho asked.
"Yeah I just had a nightmare last night." I responded slightly louder than before.
"Don't worry we all got them when we came to the glade. Good to know you are alright." Newt said.
I smiled as best I could. The table continued their normal chatter. I felt relieved. I looked over to Billy who mouthed "Good girl".
I still couldn't eat. I sat tearing apart pieces of my sandwich to make it look as though I was eating it. It worked. Nobody noticed I wasn't eating it.
After lunch I went back to the medjack hut. I patched up one runner who had fallen in the maze and another slicer.
I went and sat in my tree. I knew that maybe it wasn't the best idea because Billy would know where I was but I didn't care. I felt safer there than anywhere else. I tucked my knees in my hoodie and pulled up the hood. I closed my eyes and just sat there. I sat there for maybe 3 hours until dinner. I clambered down and walked over to the hall. I sat down. I felt the same pair of eyes on me. I knew that if I didn't laugh and talk in this conversation, He would do it again. I talked throughout the whole thing. I maintained a smile and laughed occasionally. I still couldn't eat but nobody noticed. As I left the hall all I could do was hope that I had done enough for Billy. I walked into the hut and sat on the bed. My fingers crossed. My eyes closed. I heard the door open and then shut. I sat there awaiting what would happen next. Without a single word, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but I knew that I wasn't going to like it. We walked through the dead heads for a good few minutes before stopping. I looked down. We were at the lake.
"Strip" he said commandingly.
I did as I was told. I handed him my clothes and he placed them on the side.
"Get in."
I entered the freezing water and felt a shiver run up my spine. It was pitch black. I felt him grab the back of my head and push me under the water. I squirmed and splashed. I was losing whatever oxygen I had left. I was panicking. He was going to kill me. He was going to kill me! My body started to lose its energy and started going limp. He pulled me out of the water. I sat coughing and spluttering, gasping for air. He handed my clothes and marched me back to the hut. I changed into my pyjamas. I sat on the bed breathing heavily. My eyes were tired and heavy. I felt my chest tightening. My head hit the pillow. He grabbed me like he had last night and climbed on top of me again. He did it again. I felt tears pouring down my cheeks, not making a sound. He eventually stopped and pulled me close to his chest so I couldn't move. He fell asleep. I lay, eyes wide open, internally screaming. I couldn't do anything. This was my fate.

- Author's note
Heyyyy! Wow this took so long to write. I couldn't think of how to write it without completely ripping my heart out. I promise by the next chapter Newt will become very important. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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