Breathe

71

Nina's P.O.V

They say that the human body can only go through so much pain until it shuts down, if that's true I should have been dead 12 hours ago. I wake up and find my self-gasping for air, and every breath I take it hurts more and more.

"Wyatt" I whimper, without opening my eyes.

"Nina" I hear movement before Wyatt pulls my head into his chest.

"I-" I start to talk and then I realize there's nothing to say

"We're going to be okay, just like you said" His voice cracks and I feel a tear hit my forehead. I quiver and my eyes water up, I sob, dry heaves kicking in. I open my eyes and look down at my hands; they're stained with blood and dirt. I feel my stomach turn and I look up at Wyatt,

"I'm going to be sick" I double over and even though the pain is excruciating, I vomit in the back of the van.

I fall over on the floor and continue to cry. Wyatt just stares at me, wanting to say something but knows that there isn't anything he can say to make me feel better. I just want to go home, but wait, I don't even have a real home, New York was my home and then London was my home, now I don't have either and I'm stuck in the back of a van, kidnapped by people who are going to kill us.

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After what seemed to be forever the van halts, my body rocks foreword.

Wyatt grabs my hand and holds on to it so tight I think it might fall off, I don't notice it though.

The door swings open and the bright sun makes me clench my eyes shut, when I open them I realize we're at a beach, on a dock.

Edward grabs me by my collar and thrusts me foreword harshly, I yell out at all the pain that re appears all over my body.

I notice there are four other men waiting, all just as scary as the next, I swallow and look down at my feet. Three men tend to Wyatt, he's lucky he's so tall and big; his body can withstand so much more than my 5'3 110 pound body can. The remaining men grab hold of me and pull me across the sandy dock, I resist at first but if I continue to resist they're just going to beat me. Dominic walks up to me and places a brown bag over my head I start to panic.

I can tell we're entering a boat; if I look down I can see through the opening in the bag. I brace myself as I see we're going down stairs.

"Get in there you stupid bitch" A man throws me into a room, I hit the hard floor and my leg makes an unnatural sound, I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. I shimmy my way out of the bag and see we're in the very bottom of the boat, water traces along the ground and goes up about an inch, my clothes are becoming very wet and my body is quickly becoming cold.

I turn and see Wyatt is thrown in directly on top of me like a 220-pound dead weight, this time; I scream.

"Nina I'm so sorry" He quickly moves and his bag falls off, His hand touches the top of my shoulder which is newly bleeding from being hit against some object behind me. My arm has gone limp and I can't feel my leg.

"I'm dying" tears run down my face, the realization hits me and it's taken over.

"No, you're not, you're strong Nina" He grabs my face gently with his two hands

"You aren't dying, and I'm not dying either, we're going to live, you're going to marry Harry and have children and live happily you aren't dying, I wont allow it" He's assertive it almost makes me believe him. I feel the urge to cough and when I do, large amounts of blood make their way up my air way, it tastes weird against my lips, Wyatt quickly wipes away a drop that's making its way down my chin.