Poison ✔️

Six

Six

I've lost track of the days I've been here, you'd think I'd be able to tell right? No, not when you've blacked out most of your five star stay. All I know is that I'm exhausted, sore, and mentally broken more so than I have ever been in my 18 years of living. My body has become numb to the cold air that I can't seem to rid. I'd rather go back to living with my mother than have to deal with another day of this; all the beatings, all the broken limbs, bruises, cuts, pain, and humiliation that Tristan has put me through. For what I have had the guts to look at, I know that I'm covered in scabs all in different stages of healing, making my body itch all over and I can't scratch it, no matter how hard I've tried, my wrists have been bound since I arrived here, I've tried struggling, but it makes it worse, the metal has long since dug into my skin leaving a numbness that seems to continue up my arms as each day passes. Being here is hell; I'm forced to use the bathroom two feet from where I am currently laying. He comes in at random intervals just to beat me, use me as the punching bag he claims me to be.

I still try to resist even if I know it'll make all of this worse, I still do it. I still try to show the satanic man that he will not break me. I'll wait for Jake to come and get me, I know he will and when he does I'll be safe. Jake has to, why else would he have let me talk to Jake? There was some deeper meaning to this kidnapping and once Jake came I'd finally know why I was put through all this. Until then I'd try my best to stay strong and fight through this.

Hearing Tristan's frantic footsteps, that I've become accustomed to, I curl to the best of my ability in on myself, hoping to save myself from any further damage to my stomach. I've noticed lately his slave never comes to visit me anymore. Yes, I knew. They've made me watch them, forced me to watch as Tristan hit and clearly abused the man, who I figured out was named Noah, again and again the horrors burned into my memories clearly. Once I get a view of him I can tell something is wrong, he looks panicked until his eyes land on me and he walks over the panic morphing into anger. I try to cower, not caring how much pain goes through my body as I try to protect myself for the hits to come.

They never come and I watch in utter shock as a stampede of men all dressed in riot gear tackle Tristan painfully to the ground. This is too much, I can't breath, I can feel my airway closing off as tears clouded my vision. What is happening? Are they going to take me away? I won't let them. I want Jake, I want to feel his strong warmth around me, I want to feel safe again, I want to feel cared for.

"Target one captured, Target two found," I hear the men speaking but it was too hard for me to understand what was being said. My breathing becomes worse the longer I am left to my own thoughts, I feel lightheaded like I am being suffocated by Tristan again which only makes me panic more, I curl further in on myself hoping that somehow this would stop.

After what seemed like hours the it the strong arms were there, wrapped around my bony and mangled body pulling me into the warm and cinnamon scented chest I had longed for. At first I thought I was dreaming but then I heard his deep voice that washed over me, calming me slightly from the state that I had become "Zachary, shh... come on Zach breath, I have you," his voice sounded pained as someone undid the metal cuffs from my wrists the clang making me wince. I shakily wrapped my stiff arms around his neck before letting out a sob, after that I couldn't stop, I don't know how long we just sat there, how long I sobbed and bawled into his shoulder and I didn't care. I had finally been saved and I could forget about the pain. All the pain, all the suffering and focus on the happiness that Jake had actually came to rescue me, all the times I had refused to let myself cry had just built it up to this -- for this moment when I was back where I belonged.

I couldn't stop myself, I began to shake, my brain told me to run, to get as far away from this man as I possibly could, but my heart wouldn't let my brain win. I knew I wanted to stay with Jake, I felt safe with him, I felt like I could trust him. Even if my brain refused to believe it, I didn't want to be away from him ever again, it probably sounded silly but at this point I didn't care. He'd have some explaining to do once I was sane enough to know what was being said, but for now I'd relish in the fact that I was finally saved.