Broken Hearted Love {Book 2}

Chapter 3

"Say something, I'm giving up on you." - Say Something by A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera

Chapter 3

Christy's POV

"Harry!" I screamed as the calloused, large hands ran up my legs; hands that weren't Harry's. Goose bumps littered across my skin and chills ran up my spine. I yelled for him, numerous times, but as every second passed and he didn't burst through the door of the dark and quiet room, my hope and faith disappeared. The nightgown that covered my body slowly, but surely, slid off my body leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

"Stop! Please!" I begged, the words burning as they escaped from my throat. Even with my hope dwindling away, Harry's name was the one thing that comforted me. I imagined that it was his hands running along my skin; his hands gently touching me, giving me the pleasure and love he knew I deserved.

"Shut the fuck up!" His voice boomed as he clamped his hand over my mouth, ceasing any noise that may escape from my tantrum.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered as he used both of his hands to grip onto my hips. A shadow covered his face. I was only able to see everything from his neck down. What did the face of my assaulter look like? Was he handsome enough to surprise me of his evil soul? Or would his features send more chills down my spine?

"Because you were mine first." His vile voice leaked into my ears, seeping into my brain. I knew that voice. It's the same voice that haunted me for years. The same voice that still haunts me to this day. He bent his head down, revealing his evil face.

Andrew.

"You're supposed to be dead." I breathe, squirming under him as he hovered over me, leaning his face closer to mine. My body froze as his tongue ran up my neck and stopping right under my ear. He placed his hand on my neck, pressing his rough skin against mine. My breath hitched in my throat, causing all breath I had to stop, to become erratic. Him being this close made every memory of the past resurface to my mind and it made fear pervade every inch of my body. Pressing his lips to my ear, his chilling voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"You can never escape me."

My fuzzy mind began to recover, bring me back to consciousness. I open my groggy eyes, scanning the blurry room in front of me. It was like deja vu as I looked around; my arms and ankles restrained to a rusty chair, just like when Andrew kidnapped Harry and I. A large piece of duct tape covered my mouth. My throat was dry as I tried to swallow down the lump forming. Tears welled in my eyes but I blinked them away so I could focus my eyes on everything surrounding me. Darkness surrounded me and I became paranoid of what evil could slither out.

"Looks like you're finally awake." A deep voice spoke as a lare man stepped forward. A black ski mask covered his face and the only thing visible was his blazing hazel eyes and his blood-colored lips. "Are we done fighting me?" I nodded. I didn't know I did fight him. I don't even remember how I got here. Last thing I remember was drifting off to sleep with Harry sitting next to me.

The man walked closer, bringing his hand to my face. I instinctively flinched away. For a second, the tips of his fingers grazed my cheek as he grabbed the corner of the duct tape, suddenly ripping it from my skin. The burn brought tears to my eyes, stinging running through my skin.

"W-Why? Why am I here?" I cried, hot tears slowly streaming down my cheeks.

He leaned down; his face mere inches from mine. His breath fanned out over my face, sending chills and goose bumps across my skin. I could see the malicious darkness that swam in his hazel eyes. The anger that laid buried deep down inside him. Sweat formed on the edge of his lip; the heat of the wool ski mask suffocating him.