Lauren, a girl from the suburbs of New York is on the run from her abusive boss and ex boyfriend, Jace Walker. Tanned muscle man with blue eyes and black hair. Dream man right? Wrong. He had a lot of problems from alcohol to drugs to mental illness...
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LAURENS P.O.V - GERMANY, BERLIN. - 10:23pm
I sat on my bed and looked at the picture of Luke and Eric. They were right, Luke looked so much like his older brother.
I put it on my bedside table. My eyes felt heavy. It had been a very long day. I got ready for bed and went under the covers. Soon enough I was in a deep sleep.
Suddenly, something hard hit me face.
"What the-" I squinted my eyes open and there was a bright light.
"Hey you dirty bitch." Jace smirked in my face. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me up so I was standing. "You ready to come back home?" He grabbed my waist. I gasped and let out a scream. He grabbed my neck with his other hand. "Shut the fuck up you whore." He spat in my face.
Next thing I knew, he threw me into the back of a black van and he got into the back with me. He had tied a tight knot around my wrists. I was on the ground and he was stood over me while shining a torch in my face.
"You've been so busy slutting around with Luke, you forgot who your true owner is." Jace scowled. "I dont belong to anyone." I whispered as I looked him in the eyes, the torch blinding my sight.
"Shut up!" he kicked my stomach and I scrunched over. "AGHH" I yelled. "Get up, bitch." he said. I didnt move. I couldn't, physically.
"I said GET UP!" He yelled and pulled me up and slammed me against the wall of the van. He started to unbutton my bed shirt and I struggled against him. He shone the torch into my eyes again and I shut them tight.
"Do you want to see Bethany again?" Jace asked. I opened my eyes and nodded. Jace let out a deep, evil laugh and took out a knife. He ripped off my shirt, leaving the top half of me bare. "God damn, you look good." he smirked.
I felt like I had to faint. My head slammed back into the van. "Let me carve my name across your collarbones." he said as he raised the knife. "No! Stop!!" I screamed. He raised it slowly and started laughing.
"HELP! STOP!!" I yelled. It was no use. Jace stopped and looked into my eyes. "You think Luke is going to come to your rescue? He doesn't care about you.. he just wants to fuck you.. just ... like...me." he smirked as he placed the knife on my collarbone and carved a large J.
"Lukes..NOTHING like you!" I screamed. I felt the blood dripping down my body. "Oh, but you're wrong. You haven't even seen the crazy side of him yet." Jace sneered as he slowly carved the A under my neck.
I screamed and cried against him. He carved the C, then the E. I let out blood-curdling screams throughout the whole process. "You know, Luke and I. We have the same amount of letters in our names." Jace smiled. I looked up at him coldly, confused, breathing heavily through my mouth. The warm blood was dripping down.
