Neric// Bring Her Home

Chapter 5//Rescued

One thing the thought of Eric brought me was strength. Strength to endure the agony I was being put through. Strength to hold on and not give up. Strength to bite my lip instead of shouting out and giving the hooded man what he wanted. My lack of reaction to his actions did nothing but fuel his rage as he became more and more violent until, after what felt like a lifetime, he got bored of torturing my body. Wiping the knife across my stomach to try and clean of my blood that was dripping from the blade he threw it to the ground and left me in a flurry of anger.

The sheer amount of injuries and blood loss I was enduring caused me to slip in and out of conciousness multiple times. Every time I awoke all I could feel was white hot searing agony and exhaustion like I could never have imagined before this day. Unlike the other times I hate awoken, this time I woke with a jolt and was immediately informed as to why. The door to the room I was in had been flung open and two men dove inside. Above them I could hear the sound of shouting and gunshots. All I could do was pray that the attacking were my team coming to save me.

Out of nowhere a screaming silence overtook my ears. I couldn't even hear footsteps, just the sound of my own ragged and laboured breath. Straining my ears for any noise I was startled by a hollow thud above me and then I heard a sound. A sound I knew. A sound I recognised. A sound I loved. It was the sound of Eric Beale's voice.

Opening my mouth I tried to shout him a warning about the two men below them with their guns trained on the door but no sound came out, just a scratchy and vicious moan of pain. As the door was flung open, I didn't even have time to look away before the two men dropped to the ground, a pool of blood slowly forming beneath both of them.

As soon as I saw him launch his body down into the room, I gathered as much strength as I could from my weak and fragile body to call out to him.

"E...Eric...i...i...is that y...you" Just those few words sapped away at my energy and it was all I could do to stay awake while my restraints were being torn from my body. An arm was placed around my neck and under my knees as Eric lifted me from the chair and held me close to him, whispering sweet nothings in my ear to try and get me to relax.

"Safe now, Wolfram has got me, I'm safe"I muttered, to whom, me or Eric, I was unaware. As Eric held me in his arms he looked me dead in the eye before whispering.

"I've got you rockstar, I've got you"

During the process of being taken to the ambulance, I could feel my body begging to give in to the serenity of unconsciousness. Grasping at Eric's shirt and pulling his head down I let my guard down and begged him to not let go, to keep me safe, to not let them hurt me again. This was not me, or at least not Eric's version of me but none the less he pulled me closer to his chest and promised me everything I needed to hear. He gave me the safety I needed and with that I gave in the the invisible force dragging me to sleep.

"SHE'S GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST!"

Arghhhh I'm so so sorry it has been so long! I lost all interest in writing and slipped into a rather large set-back but I am up and running again now

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