Abducted

Hatred & Alcohol

Brandon's POV

   She hates me. The love of my life hates me. It kills me to know that the one person I truly care about feels the exact opposite. I love her so much, and she doesn't feel the same.
    I open the bottle and drink straight out of it. I'm so frustrated and angry, depressed and lonely.
   After getting halfway through the shiny orange liquor bottle, I can't take it anymore. "Ugh!" I yell, throwing the bottle at the wall. The bottle shatters, breaking into a million pieces. I would do anything for her, but she hates me. The pain is so unbelievably immense. I can still do it, I can make her love me. But she thinks I'm a monster.
  Maybe I am one. She would know.
  I am furious at this point. So angry, and all of my overwhelming emotions pent up inside me are about to explode. The kitchen feels too small, the world feels too small right now. And I need space!
Crystal's POV
I'm in the horrid room, super conflicted. I don't know what I'll do anymore. I got so overwhelmed that I ruined my own plan. I'll never get out of here. I sigh, wiping the streaming tears on my cheeks.
  I hear the shattering of glass, and a loud grunt. What's going on? I feel like it will be no use, but I decide to try the door handle to see what's happening.
   To my luck, the door is unlocked. He must have forgotten to lock it on his way out. I tiptoe down the hall quietly, and stand next to the corner, secretly peering into the kitchen.
  Monster looks angry, angrier than I've ever seen him. There's glass on the floor, and his chest is heaving. He's drunk.
   Then, he notices me. I Yelp in fright, backing up behind the corner. He walks quickly towards me, and I'm crying. I know what alcohol can make people do, I've seen it before. I back up down there hall and he keeps approaching me, his chest still heaving.
   I reach the end of the hall, and I fall to the ground against the wall. I put my head in my knees, and wrap my arms around my legs.
   I'm shaking, crying. I wait for him to do something. I wait and wait and wait. If he's going to hurt me, he should just get it over with.
   Then, he doesn't something that I don't expect. He offers his hand to help me up. Looking up at him, I wipe my tears but they keep coming. I finally take his hand, just to keep him from doing anything bad. He helps me up, and then it happens.
   I wasn't expecting it. Pain shoots through my jaw and my mouth, and I taste the metallic blood in my mouth. I stumble to the floor, clutching my jaw. He punched me. He helped me up just to knock me down again. I knew I never should have trusted that monster. The one time I take his hand, he does this. Sobbing, I'm more scared than ever. 'I won't hurt you' my ass.
  "Monster!" I spit, blood coming out of my mouth as I speak. Crying and shaking and yelling, I don't know what to do. He hits me again, and I hear a crack as his fist collides with my nose. Now blood runs out of nose and it hurts. Bad. I think it's broken, but I ignore it for now.
  "Psycho!" I yell. I know it's stupid, I'm screaming at him as he has the power to hurt me. But I can't help it. I can't surrender, I need to stand up for myself.
  I sense the next fist coming towards me, so I catch it. I hold his fist, as I stand up and knee him in the crotch. He stumbles back in pain as I run around him.
  I run into the bathroom and lock it from the inside. Even with the keypad he can't get it now. I slump into the corner, and sob loudly. I want to go home, to be safe with Noah. I don't want to be scared and in pain. I want Noah. Noah, Noah, Noah. I hate that monster for taking him from me.
I cry for what seems like hours, and then I drift off into a terrible and painful slumber.

I wake up. There's a banging on the bathroom door and it makes me sick to my stomach. "Crystal, please. I'm sorry..." I hear him. My body begins to rack with sobs, "G-go away, and l-let m-me g-go, you s-sick lying M-monster!" I stutter.
   "Crystal, please. I'm sober and I'm really sorry just let me talk to you. Come out, you can't stay in there forever.." Monster begs. He's right, I can't stay in here forever.
   I stand up slowing, still hysterically crying. I look in the mirror. My face is covered in dried crusty brown blood stains. My entire jaw area is a deep purple and my nose is the same shade. My nose is swollen and gross. I think my nose is broken and pain shoots through both areas. I open the medicine cabinet.
   Firstly I wash my face, staying away from my aching nose. After the blood is gone, I'm clueless. I should have payed more attention in Girl Scouts.
   I need an ice pack of some sort, but I also touch my nose. It hurts terribly bad, but I straighten it out a little. It should heal this way, I remember. I put a small bandage on it to keep it in place before I go out and get ice. I find pain pills.
I'll need these, but... I realize something. I can end everything right now. I can take the entire bottle, and I'll be put to peace.
Crying, I only take two with water. I have to keep fighting. Fighting to stay with Noah and my family and all of my friends. I need to fight long and hard until I can't anymore.
"What are you doing?" I hear him ask. I reluctantly walk towards the door. I'm still sobbing and I can't stop. The keypad buzzes as I open the door.
"Oh, Crystal!" He cries, happy to see me. He throws his arms towards me, looking like he's about to hug me. Expecting something else, I flinch and squeeze my eyes shut.
He stops. Dead silence. "Oh God, what have I done..." Monster sighs. "Let's see, you kidnapped me and ruined my life. You also hit me, if you couldn't tell." I snap, looking up at him, "I knew it was a lie, you saying that you wouldn't hurt me."
"Oh my God, your face. Is your nose broken?" He gasps. "I think." I cry. He grabs my wrist and drags me toward the kitchen.
  The kitchen is clean again, no broken bottles. He picks out a small ice pack from the fridge and hands it to me.
   I alternate it between my nose and jaw as we sit on the couch in silence. "Why.." I ask faintly and miserably. "I was drunk- and I..." He begins, not understanding. "No, I mean why me? Billions of girls, but this happens to me. Why did you take me?" I ask angrily and sadly at the same time.
   "Crystal. Do you want the whole story?" He asks me. I nod carefully, looking up at him.
  
  "Well, then you better sit back because it's a long one."