Abducted (UN-EDITED)

Chapter 6

I brought my hand to my back where I felt the impact. I gasped as I brought my fingers back up and saw dark red blood on them. I started to breath a bit heavier and I turned to see who was in the door way. A big man with a black bullet proof vest, and black work pants was standing there, still holding the gun up. He had memorizing ice blue eyes, with fiery red hair.   It definitely wasn't Marco. Josh dropped me to the ground, taking a few steps back. I then realized that the blood on my fingertips wasn't from Josh, but it was my own blood. I felt my eyelids getting heavy, and I couldn't fight the urge anymore, I let myself close my eyes and wait for whatever was to come.

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Miles' POV....

The door burst open and in the blink of an eye, I noticed that he wasn't Marco. He was wearing one of the guard's uniforms and had the gun pointed at Josh and Zariah. My eyes went wide when the gun went off and blood sprayed in a mist onto the floor. Josh didn't seem fazed by this sudden action, yet he was smiling as if he knew that the person at the door wouldn't be here to save Zariah and I. Josh let go of Zariah, and threw her to the floor. He stepped back and stood next to the guard. My legs were still strapped down to the table, and I knew I had to get to her quickly.

Josh and the guard left the room, closed and locked the door, and turned off the lights after Josh whispered in a menacing tone.

"Goodnight."

Right when he left, I reached my arm to the weapon table that was located next to the table I was strapped to. I picked up a hammer and began hitting away.

It took a few seconds before I was completely free of the restraints, and went to help Zariah.

I knelt beside her. Her shallow breathing was an indication that she was still alive, but was slipping away slowly. I took off my shirt, and put in under her head. I know what you're thinking, that I was just trying to impress her. No, that wasn't at all my idea. I wanted her head to be elevated and comfortable. Well, maybe I wanted her to admire my abs, once she was okay though. I saw that her side had a red hole the was spilling blood out like crazy. I got up and wobbled (I wasn't fully recovered from the beatings, myself) to the table to see if there was anything that I could use to help her. I spotted a pair of tweezers, a needle, and an old rag.

I began ripping out the thread to the rag. I walked as fast as I could to her. I sat next to her, and lifted the hem of her shirt just enough to see the wound. I wasn't a creep. I looked at it for a moment, trying to locate the bullet. I took the tweezers in my hand once I saw the grey bullet. I grasped the tip of the bullet and pulled. I was unsuccessful the first few times in pulling it out, although on the 4th try, I finally dragged the bullet that was drenched in her blood out of the side of her stomach. I dropped it on the floor and took my shirt from underneath her head. I whipped the blood from her stomach and got to work.

I put the long piece of thread through the eye of the needle. I had never sewed anything before, but when I was little, I watched my mom sew my ripped jeans and shirts. I took a deep breath, hoping that what I was about to do would help her rather than do damage. I saw her chest move up and down slowly as she took small breathes or air. 

I winced when I sunk the needle beneath her skin and started to sew up her wound. I would weave it under, over. Under, over. Back and fourth as the wound began to close tightly. I winced and made disgusted noises as I would pull the needle through and yank on the thread so it would stay closed.

Once I was finished, I whipped the fresh blood away from her wound that was slightly oozing out.

"You're okay. You're gonna be fine. Please be okay."

I said in a panic as I lifted her onto the table. I used my shirt as a pillow again and walked to the corner of the room. I outstretched my arms, and grasped the camera. I held it tightly and pulled down as hard as I could. The camera came falling off the wall/ ceiling and the little red light turned off. If they were gonna lock me in here, I wouldn't allow them to control what they see in here too. They would come for me soon, and I would be in control for once.

I decided as I walked over to the weapons table, and started to load a few guns.

"Not very smart of them to leave us in here with all of these weapons, is it?"

I chuckled while 'talking' to Zariah.

I sighed and sat back on the wall opposite the big door. I leaned my head against the wall and looked at the ceiling.

"Please be okay."

Was the last thing I directed to Zariah before I closed my eyes to rest.

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(A.N) Hey guys! This chapter was a little harder to write cuz of the point of views and stuff. (If you didn't know, POV means point of view). It was my first time I wrote in this book in another POV! (: I hope you guys enjoyed it and stick around to keep reading! I have a lot in store for this book.... lol. Please like and comment, that'd help a TON! Thanks, Morgan(: