Adopted by Pentatonix (#Power10)

Chapter 45

This chapter is dedicated to everyone. I freaking love you guys so much. Your amazing comments get me through my really bad days and brighten up my normal days.

The last chapter had 1234 words exactly.

Guys guys guys guys!!!!!!! I don't think I've mentioned this in this book yet (why tf haven't I?) but me and one of my online best friends golden_girl_fanfics (Michelle😍❤️) are making a Pentaholic parody to a song and I was wondering if y'all could do me a favour?!

Do you have any PTX/Sup3rfruit merch or any of their albums? Why not take a selfie with it and then send it to me! Your picture will be featured in the music video for the song.

Send me your pictures on Instagram, Twitter or Kik, my details are at the very end of the chapter.

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Recap:
You were almost raped.

He would've stolen your innocence.

My breathing becomes deeper and faster as I fade into darkness.

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{30th January, Saturday}

For the past three weeks, I had been locked up in my room. By choice, of course, they actually wanted me to leave my room but I didn't want to.

After I passed out, the rescuer carried me to either Scott and Kirstie or to the PTX house. I still don't know who my saviour was; nobody's telling me.

Probably cause I haven't eaten, slept or talked to anyone.

Sure, they leave food at my door and when they go to sleep I bring it in my room and take a small bite out of something - just to stay alive.

I tried to sleep but the nightmares of him touching me, wakes me up screaming in the middle of the night so I ended up just staying awake. I'll drink coffee, exercise, look through social media (the hashtag #LeaveSkylarToDie started trending) and cry.

Also, I can no longer wear bikinis -not that I wanted to anyway- because I now have cuts along my ribcage. I wasn't going to do it on my wrists or thighs because they would probably check there.

I have a bruise on my cheek from where he hit me and, as hard as I try, I can't wash the feeling of his hands on me.

I haven't been talking to Shane either. He's been sending me messages and I've been reading them but haven't been replying.

It's around 3am in the morning when Shane Skype calls me. I sigh and rub my face with my hands, knowing I look horrible. Accepting the call, my heart flutters when I see him with his guitar and our eyes lock.

"Sha-" I begin but he cuts me off with a strum of his guitar.

The beat goes on for a couple seconds before he starts singing and tears fill my eyes.

"It's 3am in the morning and I'm still not sleeping,
Cause I'm finally running your race.
The mountains you've been climbing seem like they have steepened,
Since I decided to pick up the pace.