Chapter Eighteen: You're Safe Now

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Bit of an intense chapter I thinks, so heads up x

Tay.

I woke up, still lying on the couch in the disco. The only people here were me and the boys, who were asleep on the ground. I chuckled a bit. They got very pissed last night.

The door to the back suddenly opened and shut loudly, a man coming out. I turned to see if it was one of the workers, but who I saw shocked me completely.

"Hello Tay," he said, coming closer to me.

"P-please, just go away," I said, pushing myself back further into the couch, hoping it would just swallow me alive.

"You put me in jail, and the cops beat the fuck out of me so many times for doing this to you. I'm not going to let you off," he said, an evil twitch in his eye.

He stood in front of me. I was nearly in tears when he grabbed my shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me stomach and picked me up, my back against his chest. I screamed and squirmed, hoping the boys would get up. They didn't.

He carried me out the back door, shutting it after himself and threw me into the back of a van. I crawled under one of the seats and pulled my legs to my chest, digging my face into my knees while I tried to even out my breathing again. I was terrified. How did he get out of jail? How did he find me? And what is he going to do to me?

He pulled up outside an old building and parked the van before crawling into the back of it with me. He grabbed my hair and pulled me out from under the seat, causing me to scream and cry. He had a pocket knife in his hands. "If you scream again I'll kill you."

I nodded lightly, watching him. He grabbed my arm and held the knife to it, ready to cut. In fear, I cried out loudly, and he looked at me in shock. I couldn't register what was happened but before I knew it, he was slapping me in the face with the side of his knife, cutting my cheek. "Shut up."

I cried silently as he brought the knife back to my arms. He began cutting deep slits across one, then the other. How did I get from the happy disco to this so quickly? I thought.

Blood was trickling down my arms and onto my superwoman skirt. He then lay me back, pulled my dress up and held the knife to my stomach.

"P-please d-don't..." I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. There was nowhere to go now, nowhere to hide.

He smirked at me and quickly cut across my stomach, not deep enough to kill me but deep enough to bleed. I bit my lip so I wouldn't yell and cried silently. He grabbed me and sat me on the seat, throwing a bag at me. "Change into these clothes quickly."

I took a sweatshirt and track pants out of the bag. Why did he want me to change? "Can you turn around?" I whispered, afraid to speak up in case he hurt me again.

"Whatever," he said sternly.

I quickly changed into the baggy clothes and put my blood-stained costume in the bag. My cheek was stinging and bleeding. I held my hand over it as my step dad dragged me out of the van. He pulled me up to the door of the building and knocked. "You keep quiet about everything I did."

The door opened and there stood and nice looking, middle-aged woman. She smiled a sad smile as my dad pushed me in the door. "I'll bring the pay next week," he said before walking off.

There was about twenty other kids here just sitting around doing nothing, staring into space. I looked back up to the lady as tears streamed down my face. She moved my hand from my cheek. "I'll clean that up, come with me..." She walked into a room and I followed.

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