He Saved Me (manxman, Teacher/Student)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

 

(Warehouse they kept Tristan---->)

 

*A/N-some of this maybe a little hard to take, dont worry Tristan wasn’t violated, I tried not to be graphic but a little detail was added, so if you are the easily disturbed please skip over the BEFORE section, it’s a recap of what happened to Tristan before his rescue.*

 

Present...

“No, No, No! Don’t tou..touch me, ge..get away fr...from me.” I screamed as the tears flooded down my face and I thrashed and kicked from the small corner where I was huddled scared out of my mind, my chest heaving with my the frantic and panicked sobbing. Too many hands were trying to touch me, they were shouting my name, telling to calm down; but they were strangers and I didn’t know them. I wanted Tyler, where was Tyler?

 

Before...

My hands were handcuffed to the metal of a worn down filthy cot I was strapped to. I woke up with a pounding headache and I was naked. I had managed to curl myself up into a ball at the head of the bed and I  stayed there until the door opened and my eyes focused on a huge bulky figure in the doorway. My stomach dropped when the figure stepped further into the room not far from the wide open door;  he  pulled the cord on the single light bulb in the ceiling and Anton’s twisted features evilly smirked down at me and my mouth went instantly dry and I started to freak out, the previous treatment at his hands came flooding back to me.

He had barely opened his mouth to say something when gunfire had erupted from somewhere outside the door and heavy thuds and groans could be heard. I watched  in horror as Anton pulled his own gun and I practically ripped my arms off  trying to get off the dinghy mattress and onto the floor in between the cot and the grungy wall. The gunfire and yelling continued until Anton was thrown back by something hitting his shoulder, my terrified brain didn’t register that he was shot until he raised his gun with his uninjured arm to shoot at something or someone outside of the door.  He had managed to fire off a couple of rounds, and they were so loud in the small space and the sound echoed exploding  in my ears, causing my inner ear to painfully vibrate.

 Then it happened  like it was in slow motion, after he let off another round of gunfire, there was a pain filled scream from whoever I assumed he was shooting at outside; and then Anton had lowered his gun and turned his attention back towards me and started walking forward when a single shot rang out and I watched wide eyed and horrified as his face literally exploded in front of me. His blood and pieces of his head spewed all over the room including splattering all over me, and by then I was screaming on top of my lungs. I didn’t care if the person out there would hear me. I wished they would just shoot me too. I lost it as the big body slumped over and landed with a sickening thud on the floor in front of the cot. I could see the pool of bright red blood leaking across the floor as I continued screaming.

I didn’t know how long I had screamed for, after my throat gave out I started sobbing, there was no sound except for my frantic crying. No one else had come through the door and everything was eerily calm, I had managed to climb back onto the cot, the floor was freezing and my wrists were dripping blood from the force I had used to get into the corner. I was rocking back and forth praying for someone anyone to find me, murmuring Tyler’s name over and over again like I was willing him to find me, to save me. I didn’t even register the frigid temperature of the room or of the fact that my skin and my lips are blue. My body was racked with shivers but I didn’t feel them, then my heart fluttered and started racing again when I had heard the sounds of multiple feet rushing over the concrete floor and people shouting. I scrambled back off the bed and shuffled back into my corner, making myself as small as possible. I had cringed and curled up even more huddling against the frame where my abused wrists were still handcuffed.