Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 34

<Hope's p.o.v>

I awoke to find myself in a familiar-smelling room.

I automatically sat up, but immediately regretted it, as it sent pounding aches into my forehead.

I started to panic.

Where was I?

What was going on with my forehead?

How did I get here?

My breathing was barely that. More like panting for air.

Then, the door opened. I never saw who it was.

They shut the door again, and then re-immerged with two more people.

My head was too busy pounding to comprehend what was going on.

My hands were gripping and un-gripping the sheets.

A hand landed on my arm, and I flinched away by reflex.

My vision wouldnt focus.

I needed to get out.

I started fumbling with the duvet to try and get my legs out.

My hands were shaking too hard.

I finally did, but I was stopped by a firm hand an my shoulder.

The hand swivled me around to face them, but I couldn't see past the tears forming in my eyes.

Then, one word brought me crashing down to reality.

My name;

"Hope." The voice was husky and familiar, and sent a warm shiver down my back.

I breathed out one word.

"Xavier." Then I threw myself into his arms.

He was taken by surprise at first, but then hugged me back.

Someone couched awkwardly, and I drew myself away from him.

It was Corey.

He was staring at me with wide eyes.

I frowned at him.

"That's the first time I've ever heard you speak." He told me, in complete awe.

I blushed and shifted my feet.

He must have seen my embarrassment, because he spoke again hastily; "Oh, no. I didn't intend to embarrass you. I was just very shocked and.... Do you know what? Just forget it." He threw up his hands and walked out of the room.

Blake was sniggering at him, and so was Xavier, but he was trying (and failing) to hide it.

I smiled slightly, and put my arm around Xavier.

But then both their expressions turned serious and they turned to me.

"Hope, do you remember anything from yesterday?" I frown and shake my head.

But just as I was doing so, images flashed before my eyes and played so rapidly, I staggered back slightly.

When they were finished, it felt like a blow to the head.

I remembered, but I didn't want to have to explain.

I needed to get out.

The room was too small, it was suffocating.

I turned and ran to the door, oblivious to Xavier and Blake shouting my name.

I opened the door and made for the front door.

I was fully down the stairs when I tripped over my own two feet and the ground was coming into view.

But, just before I fell, two arms grabbed my by the waist and hauled me to a standing position.

Almost as soon as they had done that, I stiffened up, and ran with more destination to the door.

The person who the arms had belonged to called my name too and started running after me, but it was too late.

I was out of the house and I was running away.

I kept running until I found myself at a house.

It seemed familiar, so I looked up.

So stupid.

I felt a wave of nausea at the sight of it.

It was the very same house where Harvey had once lived and abused me.

Why did I run here?

I am so, so stupid.

I internally cursed myself, and focused on trying not to faint.