Over the next few weeks, Louis and I got really close. Every time any of the guys raped me, he was there to comfort me.
One time rob even let the two girls, who i now know as Sam and richie, carve into my skin with knives. I had just about bled out, but Louis was there to help stop the bleeding.
I now have cuts and scars all over my body just like the rest of them. I can't feel it anymore..... I am numb from the rapes, the beatings, the carving of my body.... The only thing i feel is something for Louis, something that i can't explain. Whenever he's around, I can't help but feel safe.
All of a sudden, the door slammed open, throwing me from my thoughts as Louis runs down the stairs with two medium sized duffel bags in hand. He stops right in front of me, trying to catch his breath. After about a minute, he caught his breath and smiled cheekily at me.
"Let's get out of here..."
(sorry it's short!! I had writers block!)
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