I wake up shivering, I don't know what time it is, but by the dark side and the coldness of the once hot tar, I know that it has been night out for quite some time. I wonder how I have not been found yet by anyone driving by or that my family had come looking for me. I know it is late enough for them to be freaked out that we haven't returned from the day at the pool.
I push myself up, noticing that I am in half grass and half on the road, covered by different branches and long grass, I guess the people would kidnapped me wanted to make sure that I wouldn't be found until they were far enough away. My chest still aches, and I know that the damage done to me is worse than I originally thought, I know I was internally bleeding, but since I haven't healed yet, that means that something else is wrong.
I clutch my midsection as I begin to stumble down the road and to the way where the pack house is located. I know it is close to an hour walk at the pace that I am moving at, but I wouldn't be able to shift if I have internal damage, I could get more hurt if I tried to shift. All of my bones moving my nick something and it could make me black out again and start bleeding.
I am amazed when I see that the car is nowhere in sight, the only thing I can see is my phone sitting precariously on the side of the road. I stumble to it and see that it is left open on my text messages, so that means that the men must have been here still within the hour, since my phone is set to go off after and hour of no use.
I see that there is a long message sent to Finn, about Laney begging me to take her out to dinner and ice cream after we left the pool and I slowly caved to her demands. Finn only said okay, and to be safe, I know that whoever sent the messages must have being amused when he sent back to be safe. If only he knew who was texting him at the time, he wouldn't be telling his sister's kidnapper to be safe.
There is a text about half an hour ago saying that we had left the pool and we were going to a restaurant in the next town over, saying we wouldn't be home until late tonight. Finn agreed that it isn't safe to be out that late, but I apparently was very persistent about going to this restaurant.
I angrily exit out of my messages to try and see if I would have any luck trying to call the pack house, but of course since we are in the middle of nowhere, cell service doesn't work. I turn the phone off and am shocked when I see my reflection in the black screen.
My face is covered in bruises and one of my eyes is swollen shut while my nose sits at an awkward angle. I know it is broken and I am most definitely going to have a black eye for some time before I can push forward and start healing. My whole face is puffy and if I didn't know any better I would say that I spent the last day crying, but instead of tears messing up my face, it was some idiots fist doing all of the work. I can only imagine what my stomach is going to look like, I don't think that I would be able to hold back my vomit if I was to look and see what is of the intense pain coming from my midsection. Bruises line my arms and legs from where the man grabbed my and dragged my from the car and onto the road. I don't know why they aren't gone, but someone will figure it out when I get back.
I can't help and look at my face as I wonder about Laney. Is she subjected to the same fate that I had, is her face black and blue? Does her nose hurt to breath out of? Will she still be the same Laney when we get her back?
I put my phone in my pocket before I became sick by the way my face looks, and begin the hour walk home on unsteady legs and a shredded heart. I can only imagine the shock that will go through the pack house when I walk in the room.
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