your crying shoulder

14

Gianna's pov

Blackness. That's what surrounded me. I was conscious, but in the backseat of a van. We all know I'm a smartass, so of course I'm going to open my mouth.

"Hey so do you guys have wifi orrrr?"

"Hey shut up back there!"

I grumbled profanities under my breath and we hit a big bump that sent me flying into the opposite side of the truck. I was honestly scared shitless, but I couldn't let them know that. I wasn't even worried about my well being. I was worried about Jack.

Jack where are you?

Jacks pov

The line went dead after Gianna shrieked.

I immediately hung up and drove home. I ran inside to see no one in the house and broken glass everywhere.

"GOD DAMN IT!" I fell to the floor as sobs wracked my body. I ran next door.

"Hey wha- oh my god Jack what happened!" Shawn dragged me in the house. Ang came downstairs. "Hey is Gianna sleeping she won't answer my te- oh my god Jack are you okay?"

"T-they fucking got her! I left for an hour. I-it was only an hour it was only an hour I swear. It was only an hour!"

"Ang go call 911. Jack hey listen, we are going to go we will look for her ok? Come on." Shawn took me into Angs Jeep as we drove down the street. "All I see is a moving van."

"Hey excuse me sir!" I approached the driver. "Did you happen to see any other cars drive through here?"

"No no one has come down this road all night." I didn't trust this guy. "Okay. Thank you."
We got back in the car and drove away. I only felt one thing getting into the bed that me and Gianna shared. Pain. I wouldn't get to wake up tomorrow and see her crazy hair, or hear her morning voice, or her beautiful smile. And that hurt.

Please come back to me Gianna.

Gianna's pov

I was dragged into what smelled like a sewer. "Do you guys not know the meaning of soap? It smells like shit down here!" Wow should I have kept my mouth closed. A burning sensation made its way across my cheek.

"Shut up bitch." A man growled. This piece of shit hit me. Wow it was gonna go down. Of course it wasn't actually because I was still scared out of my mind, but it's all good. He pushed me down and I made contact with the cold hard concrete. "Where am I?"

No response. "THANKS FOR THE HOSPITALITY!" I screamed to no one in particular. And then I broke. I sobbed and sobbed. "Hey princess. We are gonna have some fun.

Wanrning- strong sexual content ahead.

"Get off of me!" I screamed. Hot tears were falling down my face.

He pinned me down as I squirmed. He stripped me down until I was only in underwear. "PLEASE STOP!" I sobbed. He took off my underwear roughly. I could feel my skin bruising, knowing that handprints would be left on my body. He pounded into me.

I whimpered before screaming in pain. I yelled again, louder, but it came out as a mere mumble under the pressure of his hand that was now covering my mouth. He released into me and left the room. I fell to the floor, sobs racking my body while I laid there nude. I was not going to live. This was the end. That was all I could think of.

One week later.

I don't even want to look at myself in the mirror. I have been beaten and raped consistently. I have no clue why I'm here, but it obviously has to deal with those messages and the car accident. Someone was trying to kill me. Suddenly the man came in again, interrupting my thoughts. "Just kill me." I whispered hoarsely. "Now princess, why would I do that? I don't want to end the fun." He gripped harshly right under my chin. My faded brown eyes stared into this mans eyes, the only thing I could see of his face. They were sparking green, but had nothing but anger in his eyes. He was fucking crazy. "Besides once your gone, Claire will pay me and be happy with that John kid or whatever."
My head dropped but I finally made the connection.
"Wait...Jack?" My head immediately snapped up at the mention of his name.

"Yeah...yeah him. Your boyfriend." I sighed sadly. Had he even come to look for me. Something glistened, catching my eye. A knife. "I-i know I asked for death but please, please please no!" I screamed and began crying. I had asked for this so many times, but now that it was happening I was scared. I didn't want to die alone. "Listen kid, I'm supposed to make this painful. I'm sorry." He slowly dragged the tip of the knife under my knee cap. I screamed louder than I ever have before. Pain consumed my body and I began to black out. But not before the door burst open and police fled into the door. The next thing I knew I was in an ambulance.

A paramedic was standing over me. "Hey what's your name? Don't strain yourself."  "I-I'm Gianna." I must have repeated that 3 times before a beeping was going off.

"She's going into shock we need another medic!" A flashlight was in my eyes. "I need Jack. Where's Jack. I need Jack!" I screamed for Jack until we arrived in the hospital. And that was when I blacked out again.

Jacks pov

Me, Shawn, and Ang sat around staring at nothing.

"She said she wasn't planning on it." Shawn mumbled sadly.

"Hm?" Ang asked. "She-she promised she wasn't planning on dying." He sobbed. Ang look down sadly. "SHES NOT DEAD! SHES STRONGER THAN THAT SHE WILL BE FINE!" I screamed. That's when the phone went off.

"Hello?"

"Hello this is Rick I'm the sheriff. We found a young girl kept screaming for Jack. Her name is Gianna. Do you have any relationship to her?"

"YES YES IM HER BOYFRIEND!" I dropped the phone and the three of us ran to the car, heading to the hospital she was at.

I knew she was alive. They found her.

A/N AYEE THE WALKING DEAD REFERENCE ANYONE? No...ok. *cue meme face* hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!

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