It Wont Be Long ♡♡JWL (Completed)

Chapter 36

"John!!" I kept screaming from the window. My throat was starting to hurt.

John was completely out of sight now. I started sobbing. "Let me go!"

"Stop it!" He shouted stepping in the break causing me to hit my head.

I had my head down and the blood started pouring from my nose.

Mark looked in the backseat and noticed my nose bleeding. "Shit! Don't bleed bleed on my seats!"

I blew out of my nose causing blood to splatter all over his face. The car started swerving on the road.

"FUCK! THAT IS IT!" He said and completely stopped the car and turned around in his seat and punched my face.

I winced in pain. Everything was growing darker, and then I blacked out.

The bright sun shined in the spring and the smell of flowers blooming filled the air.

I was running in a field covered in flowers with a flowers in my hair.
I laid in the bed of flowers letting the spring air fill my lungs.

I relaxed in the flower bed and closed my 5 year old eyes.
Life was much simpler then.

I awoke on the cold concrete floor. My wrist and ankles were in chains attached to the walls.
My cloths were bloody from my nose.

I sat up and started rubbing my throbbing head. "John?" I said in a slight whimper.

I was completely alone in a dark room. I moved and the sound of my chains echoed throughout the room.

Mark opened the door flipping the light on

"Look who is awake" he smiled.

"Huh?" I said focusing my eyes on a plate of food he had.

"I made ye brekkie. Just like old times right?" He said then put the plate on the floor.

"N-no" I said sobbing

"You'll get use to it" he said walking up the stairs.

"C-can you keep the light on?" I said quietly.

He didn't respond but he kept the light on. I was in his basement.

I looked at the plate of food he had laid out for me. Eggs, sausage and 2 biscuits. I refused to eat it. It could be poisoned.

I moved it away from me and stood up. My knees and hips were hurting.

I looked around the basement. I pulled my chains and roughly tried escaping. My chains held me back.

I grunted. "I want to go home!"

I kept yanking on my chains until they started making my wrist and ankles raw.

I slump back against the cold concrete wall sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

John's point of view