Sober

Part 7

*MATTS POV*

A few hours later and I'm woken up by a smack across the head and I open my eyes and exclaim 'what the fuck' as I see John. Then he begins frantically untying me as I hear police sirens in the distance.

"What's going on?" I ask as he gets me up and has to put my arm around his shoulder to keep me steady as he leads me down to the cellar.

"Police. I don't know how but they're here so you need to stay down here and shut the fuck up you hear me man?" He says as we limp down the stairs.

"Or what!" I say and he stops me before the cellar door and takes out his knife. He gives me a tiny cut on my face.

"Jesus man, fuck off with that thing" I say and then he opens the door and pushes me in.

"Or it will be a much worse cut next time" he says and then shuts the door as I look to see phoebe tied to the chair with no jeans on but she still has pants and you can only see half of her bra. She has bruises all over her arms, stomach, legs and face and I rush to her side. She raises her head and smiles. Even though she's obviously in pain she still manages to smile so happily.

"Phoebe, I'm so sorry" I say and rest my head on her knee like she'd done to me earlier.

"Its okay, none of this was your fault" he says and a tear runs down my cheek, "I called the police"

"What? How!" I ask looking up.

"My phones on the floor so I managed to manoover it up here to phone them quickly" she explains.

"Oh my god! Well done!" I exclaim.

"Cheers. Could you get me out of this chair please" she says and I get up quickly.

"Yeah sure sorry" I say and untie her. I help her to stand up and she quickly grabs her clothes and changes. I hug her but not too tightly because my wound Is still healing and still hurts.

"God I'm never leaving you again" i say and smile into her shoulder.

"Me either, lets get the hell out of here" she says and I nod. We go to open the door but is locked.

"Of course" Matt says.

"Let's see If there's anything in here to break out with" she says and I nod an we walk around the small room that's his cellar. It's like a wine cellar actually but there are no wine glasses or anything and as we search the small area we realise there is absolutely nothing we could use, only a chair. Phoebe pounds the chair into the door but it doesn't shake. The door is very big and wooden so it will take more than a chair. Phoebe then try's To launch herself into the door but after one attempt I stop her because she's in as much pain as me and although she's a good actress she can't pretend she isn't when I'm here and she's probably lighter than the chair so no use anyway. We stop and I sit on the floor and she sits beside me and leans her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arm around her.

"He raped you then beat you" I say and she nods.

"He stabbed and beat you" she says and I nod.

"Not as bad as what he did to you" I say.

"Let's not make it a competition Matt" she says in a sigh.

"Yeah no I never meant.." I say.

"No I know, I'm sorry I'm just.." She trails off and i stroke her shoulder.

"I know" I say.

"How did you end up here?" She asks.

"He drugged me. He was at that class you and Dom sent me to and I met him at a bar-"