One by One

Chapter 13- Nightmare (Part 2)

Devon's point of view

I toss and turn, but I just can't seem to sleep. Everything is so fucked up. I reach out to my side, hoping by sheer luck that Brady might be in bed beside me, but, knowing how fucked up I already am, I am disappointed.

I glance to my side with sheepish eyes and see that it is 4 in the morning. Giving up on sleep, I decide to go check on Brady. Even though I'm fucking mad, I still care for her more than anything in the whole damn world.

Walking in nothing but my boxers, I creep down the stairs, dragging myself in the process. I look around and there isn't anybody around. Fear flashes like the sun across my face. I walk around and I am greeted by no one. Could she be sleeping with Deborah? For many damn reasons, I can guarantee myself that she isn't in Will's bed so she's got to be there.

Right?

I walk to the fridge to grab a cup of milk and I see this note put under the tissue box on the counter and I step closer. Clenching every muscle in my body, I read the note and in an instant I'm sprinting upstairs calling for everyone to wake up.

There's no way I'm letting her into the hell of a place I was in. What has she done?

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I am on the floor. Hands and legs tied, mouth taped, sweating in fear as paranoia kicks in. This was a mistake; or maybe not.

"So, decided to be the little hero? Coming here to save your mom and my prisoners? Do you think I am that stupid?" he chuckles a menacing laugh. All his men are laughing with him, all drinking away as if they were depending upon it to live. My mom, Lauren and that other girl we tried saving are all on the floor with me. My dad walks around with his hands on his hips acting as if I had broken a window while playing in the backyard or something. I would actually have preferred that scenario over this one a million times.

"Always doing stupid things, just like your mother," he rips out my tape as he yells the word mother. I want to scream but the pain and force which he used to rip the tape out stings like hell. The men laugh and laugh and I feel sick.

"Now sweet cakes, where is my drive?" he questions, sweetly. I am shocked by his sudden change in moods. He was a guy with fucking PMS, or he was plain bipolar. Either way, he is a screwed man.

"Come closer, and I'll tell you," I lean in, waiting to do what I've been wanting to do for a long time.

The men call out and whistle as if he were to have his first kiss. Fuck, I can feel nausea kicking in.

He leans in and I spit all the spit I can gather in my mouth onto his face. He deserved that. He looks at me angry and he slaps me hard. I feel my mother's whimper in the background but I stand my ground. Well, more like sit my ground.

"How dare you! You're going to pay for this", he screams and all the men that were laughing start to walk towards me. I suddenly have the regret of spitting in his face as I watch the angry men lift me up and drag me to a corner where they leave me there. Three big men smirk at me and I think I know what's coming.

Two guys lift me up by my shoulders and the third guy lands a punch into my stomach. I let out a groan and wince in pain as he takes another blow to my face sending my world into a haze. Punch after punch, laughter after laughter, groans after groans and the pain that drowns me leaves me breathless in all the wrong ways.

I choke out blood and smile. "You think I'm a quitter?" I spit out blood. "Think once more, I'm not that girl anymore". I spit out blood onto his face and he lands another punch straight to my guts and they drop me to the floor to indulge in all the agony they've caused me. I nudge my stomach and wince in pain when I touch it. I roll around the ground to relieve myself of the windy haze blurring my vision.