A New hope

Chapter 24-What have I done

Guys I have the freaking flu right now and I'm actually dying. I don't think I've been this sick in a long time. Anyways I have some pent-up anger towards my brother for getting me sick so that might transfer to my writing, sooooooo sorry about that but enjoy this chapter. :)

Ciana- 

A horrible feeling of dread fills my body as Will turns towards me. Deja Vu runs through me.

"Well, if you don't want to tell me where he is then I guess I'll finish what he started eh?" he says before reaching for his belt.

No.

NO.

NO!

I just was in this situation a few days ago. I cannot do this again. I got lucky last time and someone saved me, but I know my odds now. Even if Amara can get help, no one is getting through that door until someone takes out the wood out of the handles. It is only Will and I in here.

I have no help this time.

No hope for rescue.

I scramble for my feet, knowing I'm more vulnerable on the ground. My back screams in protest, and I can feel something hot running down my back. I grab a broken piece of wood, formerly a piece of a chair that broke when I was thrown onto it. The wood is jagged and sharp at one end. I keep it in my hand, running towards the other side of the room.

Will follows after me, taunting me with what he plans to do with me. Words that will never leave my mind. I finally make it to one side of the teacher's desk, Will on the opposite side. My breath wheases past my lips and I can hear something rattling with each inhale. We size each other up. Me, a barely 5 foot fourteen-year-old girl, who doesn't even make a 90 pounds from a decade of malnutrition. Will is 18 and has to be around 6 feet. He has muscle packed on him from years of sports and exercise. Seems like a fair fight.

His eyes lock with mine and I see something almost inhuman in them. They are full of anger, and excitement? He looks feral, completely animal. "Oh, I got you now little Ambrosi. You're all mine now." Panic fills me as he looks up and down my body again. The body that is covered in blood and bruises of his and his cousins' making.

God, please no. What is wrong with men, can't they just leave me alone. I can't do this again.

Tears run down my face, not only from fear but from pain too. I slowly bring my hand to my head and when I bring my shaking fingers back down, I see blood on my hands, great. Will smiles at the sight, "did I make you bleed, bitch. Get used to it, I'll be doing more of that soon." He licks his lips not even hiding that he's looking at my privates.

He walks towards me around one side of the table, I quickly trace him from the other side of the table. I keep the distance between us the same. My body screams at each movement, I'm pretty sure I've broken a rib, maybe punctured a lung, and I can feel the skin on my back literally flapping. He grins manically, switching directions and running randomly to trick me. He turns this into some sick, fucked-up game. "We can do this all night, whore. Give up you weak little thing, no one is coming for you. Over my dead body will you leave this room alive."

I do nothing to stop the steady stream of tears that flow down my cheeks. My head hurts so bad, a huge headache spreading through my temples. I know that I'm alone, but I am not weak. I am an Ambrosi, and I will fight him. I've come to the realization that only one of us will leave this room alive. He will use my body, kill me, use it some more, before leaving me to rot in here. He will not let me leave this room alive, I know it in my bones, my soul. Nor will he let me open that door when he is alive.