Chapter Four - Simple Hero

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Your POV

I woke up and rolled out of bed. I threw on a fresh outfit and walked out out of the attic and down into the living room. Wilford was asleep on the couch, again surrounded with empty alcoholic bottles. I am not gonna pick them up. I want Mark to see how bad he is. I know Mark will save me. He would never leave me to fend for myself. I walked into the kitchen to see more bottles. Wow. It looks like he had a party. I looked at my phone. A text from Mark reads, "Hang tight (F/N), I'm on my way now." I heard somebody whisper in my ear, "You can't leave." A cold hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Wilford. I backed into the wall as Wilford laughed at me. "That's not in our contract dear."  He grabbed my arm and threw me into the living room. My body flew into the glass table, causing it to shatter. I felt the glass cutting my body and a sharp pain in my side. A tear rolled down my cheek I tried to stand up but I fell back down. Wilford came up to me and held a knife to my throat "Shh," he whispered in my ear. All of my bad memories of Wilford flashed through my head as if I were flipping through a photo album. He then stabbed me in the same exact place my sharp pains were. Causing me to scream. He threw the knife into the wall and picked me up by my neck. He held me into the air. I couldn't breath. I clawed at his hands trying to get free as my vision was getting blurry and I felt closer and closer to passing out. Suddenly I heard "Let her go," from the front door. I was dropped onto the couch and went unconscious.

Mark's POV

Wilford came closer to me as I kneed him in the balls and ran over to (F/N). There was blood and cuts all over her. Even her hair was soaked in blood. I felt for a pulse. There was one but it was beginning to fade. I quickly grabbed knifes out of the kitchen and threw them into Wilford. I picked up (F/N), bridal style and quickly put her into the car and drove to the hospital. Tears began to run down my cheeks. I cannot believe this is happening right now. I pulled into the hospital and ran into the emergency room, carrying (F/N) close to my chest. I ran up to the front desk and said, "I need a doctor, now." The lady quickly ran back and got someone. The doctor took her out of my hands and quickly ran into a hospital room as his nurse asked me to wait in the waiting room. I felt my heart breaking as I walked alone into the waiting room.

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