Mark: Stolen Love

Chapter 24

Chloe
  I was crying. Soaked in tears. I was sprawled out on his bed, with only a bra on. I still had my skinny jeans on. My hands were tied to the bed. It was dark once more. My wrists were burning from the ropes. He was standing at the other end of the room on his phone.

  I tried to pull my wrists out of the ropes, but it was useless. What am I supposed to do, stay here forever? Every time I layed my hands on his house phone I called Mark. After I tried to call 911, but he always caught me before I could.

  "You ready?" He said shutting his phone and putting it on the desk. My lip trembled. I didn't respond. There was nothing I could to do from him doing what he wanted with me. Why, why was this happening to me? Why me?

  I asked all this as he touched my stomache. I shivered. His hand was warm. He looked at me. "Calm down. Just let me do what I want." He got on top of me, laying on me. He kissed my neck. "Please get off of me." I said shaking.

  "Not this time." He said. Kissing my stomache. I cryed. I don't want this to happen, I just wanted Mark here to protect me. "Chloe!!'' I heard a recognizable voice come from outside the door. The door flew open. It was Mark. He ran up to Trevor and pushed him off of me.

  "Oh my god Chloe." He untied me from my bed. I had no clue if there were police, but I didn't matter. I got up. I wanted to hug Mark but Trevor got up and punched him. (Authors note: your probably thinking why the police aren't there arresting him already, well you know I need to exaggerate this.)

  Mark was bleeding on his forehead. He was lifelessly laying on the ground. "Mark!" I bent down. I shook him. He opened his eyes. He got up, and grabbed my hand. "Come on!" He yelled pulling me through the doorway. I still didn't have a shirt on, I mean a bra yeah.

  Trevor quickly grabbed me by the waist. My hand slipped from Mark's. Trevor slammed the door locking it. He barricaded it with a dresser. "No Chloe!" Mark banged on the door. "Help!!" I screamed. Trevor slammed my head against the dresser and everything went black.