Collision

Chapter 24

Canada's POV>>>

I slowly woke up, tied to a chair with a blindfold over my eyes. "W-Where am I?" I asked shakily. "Your worst nightmare." I heard a man chuckle. "You're going to be punished." They said in unison. "W-What for? I didn't do any-" I was cut off as someone slapped me across the face. "Shut the hell up!" They growled. I felt a blade press against my shoulder. "P-Please don't kill-" I was cut off as a hand went over my mouth and the blade was pushed into my shoulder. I howled in pain and cried loudly. "I said shut the hell up." He spat. "I'm so-" I was cut off as they slowly pulled the knife out and stabbed my leg with it. I bit my lip and trembled in fear. "Shut up." He grumbled and left the knife in my leg. "Too bad that no one is here to save you. Everyone hates you. It'll always be like that." He whispered into my ear. I shook my head. "N-No.." I cried. "Didn't we say to shut up?" Another guy said. "You're right." He chuckled and I felt a knife push into my other leg. I howled in pain. I heard a gunshot and flinched. I heard footsteps run away from me. "Mattie!" I heard a voice call. "H-Help..." I said weakly and howled as a knife was stabbed into my back. America ran over and shot some of the men, but a few got away. He quickly untied my blindfold, blood dripping down my face. I had my eyes slightly open. He quickly untied me from the chair and carefully pulled the knives out of my leg and back. I howled in pain and cried softly. America carefully pulled me into a hug and began to cry. "I'm sorry. I should've gotten here sooner." He sobbed. I looked blankly at a wall as he held onto me. I breathed shakily and he carefully picked me up into his arms. Both of us were now covered in blood. "I-I'll take care of you." He said shakily and carried me out to his car. He put me in the passenger seat and buckled me in, slowly closing the door and walking around to the other side to get in. He got in the car quickly and buckled his seat belt before starting the car and driving south. "Where are we going?" I asked shakily, leaning my head against the window. "I'm taking you to my house. I'll take care of you." He replied quietly. "W-Where's Ivan?" I asked shakily as tears began to form in my eyes. "I'm not sure where he is. I can call him if you want." He said softly and grabbed his cell phone, dialing the number once we stopped at a stop light. The phone rang for a minute. "Yes, this is Alfred. Mattie wanted to speak to Ivan." He said softly. "Oh...well...does he have a cell phone?" He asked softly. "He doesn't? Well I'm sure he'll find a phone and call one of us." He said softly and nodded. "Bye." He said and hung up the phone. "Ivan left to come and find you." He explained to me. I whimpered softly. "It hurts." I whined. "I'm sorry, bro. We'll be home in a few hours, I promise." I nodded and closed my eyes. It was hard to stay awake. I soon lost consciousness.