Chapter Thirteen

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~Julie's pov~

My eyes flickered as I awoke. The stone floor beneath me was cold and damp. I pushed myself up to a seated position trying to take in my surroundings. Pain shot through my forearm as I put pressure on my wrist. I leaned back evening my weight to both of my hands. The stretching in my stomach as I lent back caused me to yelp in pain. I quickly leaned forward clutching my knees to my chest hugging them tight. I inhaled deeply pushing the pain out of my mind and as I exhaled I released my knees. Slowly, I slid my hand under my shirt. Wait, since when was I  back into my own clothes? My hand continued until it meet with a wound just a few inches up and to the left of my belly button. I winced as I traced it with my finger tips. It was at least three inches in length. I lifted my shirt slowly, unsure if I really want to see it. My shirt was ratted and a lot dingier then when I had put it on before my run however long ago. Once the wound came into sight I immediately closed my eyes. It was heaped with dry blood. It was scabbed in a deep redish black color. The lame excuse for stitches were loosely strung though out the middle. I touched it again lightly. The blood crumbled off under my fingers as I traced it once again. Yelling startled me bringing me out of my thoughts. The sudden screaming caused me to jump making me apply more pressure to my stomach then appreciated. My head rose as I tried to see through the darkness. A young mans voice boomed down the walls. however, he wasn't speaking English. I strained to understand him as his voice grew closer. Then, silence. A few seconds later the wall in front of me quickly disappeared as the door opened. The light abruptly protruded my eyes as I scurried backed away from the opening. I mentally checked myself correct as a young man was, 19 at the oldest, was pushed into the room with me and the door slammed in his face. He stammered some more curse words under his breath in his own language and turned around to face me. His long, shaggy, dirty blonde hair shadowed his eyes. His cheeks perfectly relaxed and slightly crimson against his tan skin. His lips were furrowed with anger but quickly softened as our gazes meet.

"Oh thank god, you're alive!" His accent was strong and so was his grip. He ran over dropping to his knees and hugged me. I cringed in pain as his arms wrapped me. What the fuck? Why is he hugging me? After a moment he pulled away holding his hands on my shoulders. "Are you alright?" The dim light defeated the darkness over his eyes. Surprisingly they were bright green and full of concern.

"Wh-who are you?..." I stuttered. My voice was dry and broken. He crawled over to the other side of the room and pulled a bottle of water out from under a ragged blanket.

"Here," He said throwing it at me. I caught it and let it fall into my lap still waiting for a response. "I'm Gavin." he held out a hand for me to shake "And you are?" I sipped the water and softly placed my hand in his.

"Julie.."

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