Wrecked

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Dani's POV

I lay against the cold concrete wall of the basement. I've been here for two days now. Every couple hours Harry throws down protein bars and a bottle of water. I don't eat the protein bars I just drink the water. Good thing we have a built in bathroom in the basement that has a shower and a toilet and a sink, so I can still shower and use the bathroom.

Glancing down at my arms I trace the old scars. In high school I was bullied and I'd cut everytime I felt the pain. It was like my personal emotional pain reliever. But then I met Harry, he was so sweet but I tried to push him away. Some how he broke through my barrier I really wish he didn't seeing as now I'm nothing but a punching bag to him. I was to blind to see what I would be in now but you would never think someone so sweet and gentle could turn into your worst nightmare. Harry saved me from myself only to be the new person to terrorize me.

I tried cutting again but he caught me. He didn't stop me because he cared. He says he only did it because I don't deserve the easy way out.

I stand up my legs wobbling a bit. But once I'm steady I walk over to the window. I sigh because even though the outside world is so close it's still so far away.

Every single window in the house was sealed shut and we could look out but no one could look in. And to top it off every part of the house is sound proof.

Honestly death seems like a privilege at this point. But it seems it's a privilege I've yet to earn.

I hear voices by the door. Except this time the voice isn't Harry's, but it's a  feminine voice. There's a woman here and it must be one I've yet to meet because it didn't sound like his mum or sister.

Suddenly I hear a thud against the door follow by a squeaky giggle. The mystery woman says something but I can only catch some of it 'Oh Harry' the rest is muffled off.

I knew exactly what he was doing. I knew Harry was with other women. But this time he was doing it to torture me, right next to the basement door in my ear shot.

I try not to let it get to me but I can't hope but get choked up. Hot tears stream down my face. I want to hate him with everything in me. But no matter how hard I try not even a strand of me can do it.

I could end it all right now if I wanted. I mean I could because I know he won't come down to check on me if there's a visitor that would be too much risk of being caught.

I just need something sharp enough to break skin. I rush over to the bathroom almost falling. I look around but find nothing. But soon I realize I can break a piece of the mirror.

I crab the corner of the mirror pulling as hard as I could. Luckily it breaks off with a sharp edge and it didn't make too much sound. I pause and listen.

I could still hear low grunts and high pitched moans.

I close my eyes taking slow deep breaths.

"We can end all now. Every bit of pain he has caused will be escaped."  I think to myself.

Without another thought I press the shattered piece of mirror to my wrist. I drag the sharp blade like object down my wrist.

I feel every bit of the pain but it's nothing compared to what Harry has done to me.

I stare down at my wrist watching the blood gush out more than it ever has. I fall to the ground not having the strength to stand. My vision begins to blur coming in and out. Small black dots fill my vision growing as the seconds passed by. Right before my consciousness slip I could hear thumping on the stairs and someone curse.

It's been so long. But honestly this is one of my favorites other than Daddy and Darling. I'm mainly gonna be updating three of my stories. And that's Angelic, Darling, and of course this one.

Love ya

Carter Jay