Unpredictable

chapter 55

Songs for this Chapter:

Let Her Go- Passenger

Kiss Me- Ed Sheeran

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SORRY I'LL THINK OF BETTER SONGS THAT AREN'T ALREADY WELL KNOWN TO EVERYONE

OKAY I'M GOING TO STOP RAMBLING ON BYE BYE ENJOY

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I'm brought up to his room and I instantly flashback to my traumatizing situation. I didn't even realize I had backed into a corner until the guy comes over to me, saying that he wouldn't hurt me. The food that he grabbed out of a small refrigerator was given to me, it tasted so fresh, I wanted to eat as slow as possible to savor it, but I'm too hungry to do that, so he gave me more when he realized that it wasn't enough food for me.

I feel uncomfortable being on his bed. The sleep that I'm highly deprived of is taking over me, I give in and lay down anyway. My entire body aches from the bruises, scars, and other painful things that those three men have done to me and this stupid paper gown is still on me, and it's keeping me from the sleep that I'm desperately craving.

"You need to rest," He gives me sweatpants, my underwear I assume, and a T-shirt. I stare at them because there's no way in hell that I could get these on, but I hate this uncomfortable gown. I look at the clothes, tears slowly falling down my face. I could've been able to put these on myself if I wasn't beaten down so much.

"I won't hurt you. I'm just going to help you, okay?" He says putting the shirt on me. When I'm dressed, he pulls the comforter from under me slowly, then pulling them over my body. I miss sleeping in an actual bed, I've been sleeping on a tile floor. The light is flicked off, I sniffle and let out small spread out cries in the pitch black room, making him turn it back on.

"What's wrong?" He asks me, wet tears sliding over my face, getting it on his pillow. I don't answer him, I just stare at him with my weary eyes and he slides in the bed, laying beside me. The light is back off, making me cry and he looks over at me. Daniel would turn the light off when I was locked in the restroom and Tyler came out of nowhere in the restroom, doing whatever he felt like doing to me.

"I'm going to leave the dim one on." He lowers the brightness. His eyes close as he faces me, but on the other side of the bed. I reach my arm out, feeling the bruises on my arm hurt more than they should, and tug on his shirt a little. Without even speaking, he comes over to me, facing me, then looks down at me.

"Get some sleep," His fingers play with mine gently under the covers, he loops them together and falls asleep, but they unlatch in the middle of the night.

I'm thrown against the wall by my hair, all three of the guys walk over to me and slide me across the room by my arms.

The bathroom door is opened and I can't tell who it is. My ankles are yanked down, making my body slam onto the tile floor, I cry, but he just hits me continuously. His rough hands touch my body all over and I can't do a single thing about it, my hands are chuffed. That's when I scream for help, but no one shows up, so I continue.

"Alex," I hear a faint voice that I assume is Daniels.

"Alex, wake up." I jolt away, panting and sweaty. I sit up, ignoring the pain, not putting my back on the headboard.

"You had a nightmare?" No, I had a lovely dream. Yes, I had a nightmare. I slow my breathing down, not answering him, I stare at the black sheets over my legs and wipe my forehead off. He leans over, grabbing a cup of water and handing it to me, I wrap my hand around it, taking big gulps.

He falls asleep accidentally, he tried to distract me from thinking about my nightmare, even though he's still unaware of what it was. I wake up and use the toilet, the lights are bright in here, giving me a safe feeling. The door handle won't open, so I begin to bang on it, but I pound my fist on the switch accidentally, making the light cut off.

I scream when I hear something drop on the tile, cries connect with my frightened tears, I back myself into a corner when I hear the handle being messed with. I can't help my terrified sound effects  when the door swings open, I see the guy pace over to me and puts his arms around my waist, but I move back.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He doesn't let go of me, but I just keep my arms by my side while I still cry. Luckily I stopped screaming or else his ear drums would've busted, he gently brings my head on him. I stand underneath his collarbones, with my forehead on him, facing my head down.

"What are you looking for?" He follows my eyes and I shake my head, no. When we get back to his bed, he gave me a phone that looks like his, telling me not to lose it and call him if I need anything.

I point to the dresser because I want to sleep in socks, but he doesn't understand what I'm gesturing at.

"I know what you've been through while I've been looking for you, Alex, I really have. You had me worried sick and I couldn't stop thinking about you, I really wish you'd remember who I was again. I'm Niall, your boyfriend. You can talk to me, Bunny. Bunny is the nickname I gave you because you'd scrunch up your nose every time I'd kiss it. I'll never let anything happen to you, okay? You're safe with me." This guy named Niall tells me, making my heart flutter a bit. I look up at him, a smile spreads across his face.

"Socks." I point to the dresser that most likely has them in there. His little speech made me feel sort of welcomed and I do feel safe with him. If he's going to talk to me, then I can try to respond back, I guess. When I answer him a relaxing smile spreads across his face.

"I know you like the fuzzy kind," He smiles, giving them to me. I put them on my feet and wiggle my feet around, running my hands over my socks.

"You really like those, don't you?" He chuckles quietly at me and I nod, smiling, still petting my socks. I groan painfully whenever I roll on my back to flip over, so I just go back to my regular position.

"I gave you those pain killers an hour ago, they should have been working by now." He sits up on one elbow, clicking the lamp higher from dim, he rolls me onto my stomach. I wince whenever he lifts my body on top of the thick sheets, pulling my socks off and I toss a pillow back at him, meaning to stop, his hands gently rub over my red ankles that had cuffs on them way too tight.

"I'm not trying to seduce you or anything, the medication isn't working, so I thought I'd give you a massage, but I can stop if you want me to." He says still soothing the pain away in my ankles and the rest of my body, he places a heating pad underneath my stomach and I fall asleep while he eases some of my pain.

I want to get out of the house and go outside. I've been in here for a week, but him keeping me is way different than Daniel's version of keeping me, I  remember Daniel's name, but only because I kept screaming at him to stop touching me.

I wish I could remember something. Anything. I'd be fine with a tiny piece of any memory that I've had, in a way I guess it seems like a fresh start, but I didn't ask for a fresh start and I don't want it. The moment his hands remove from my body, I open my eyes, but close them again whenever he lays next to me. Not too close, but just the right distance to keep me satisfied.

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