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Nyla's P.O.V
I groaned, my head slamming. The braces around my wrists burning my skin from the sun shining down on them. The metal blistering my skin. I bite my lip, wincing from the pain. I blink to adjust my sight to the brightly lit room. Chains and pieces of scrap metal litter the ground around me. I try shifting my feet forward, clunky chains hit against one another. I frown in annoyance. Where am I?
"Good morning, Beautiful,"
Firm hands wrap around my forearm, I hear the faint buzz of someone shouting. I force my eyes open to see a young man with deep brown eyes staring at me, shouting for my attention. My throat burns, my eyes tempted to close forever...
"Just hold still, Beautiful,"
The way he used that pet name at the end of every sentence he spoke, it was as though he was trying to convince someone that they were beautiful. But at that moment, revealed in front of the disgusting black haired boy, I felt anything but beautiful. His rough hands grabbed the side of my thighs, ripping my legs apart from one another. I struggled in protest, his fingers digging into my skin.
"Beautiful..." He growled in warning, I gulped back tears as his head moved closer. I ground my teeth and clenched my eyes shut forever.
A weight suddenly lifted from around my wrists, it felt exhilarating. I felt oddly uncomfortable. As though I had changed bodies and my wrists weren't attached to myself. I gulped in fright. Gentle hands encased around my wrists, I recoiled in pain. The burning sensation almost numbing.
The arms of the chair dug into my legs, leaving splinter trails. His grunts of pleasure filled the industrial room, our rugged breaths filling the corners. Tears escaped my eyes. Slowly rolling down my cheeks, his warm tongue wiping the painful tears. Slowly he stopped and left. Leaving me numb.
Braced arms curled around my back and under my legs, lifting me slowly into the air. The short steps from the carrier thrummed through my body in time. The light flickered through my eyelids, the sun warming my sweating body. I lay limp in the man's arms, my head lolling from side to side.
I screamed and screamed. Praying for someone to find me. I pulled and struggled against the chains until my wrists bled. I cried myself to sleep, only to wake from every small noise. I dreamed of the day I would leave. Alive or not. I laid limp in the chair and I wanted nothing more to be rid of my body.
A soft mattress was placed underneath my back as the young man laid me down. My eyes flickered open, and beside the man's head were two more. My Dad and another woman wearing a blue outfit. Tears clouded my eyes at the sight of my Dad. His hand was placed over his mouth, shoulders shaking from his sobs. The woman lifted my wrists and analysed every bruise placed on my body.
Some days he never came. I never heard his whistle as he entered the building. I never had to wait in silence as he walked closer, each step raining on me with dread. Some days I would sit quietly, remembering the times when I would push Sammy on the red plastic swing in the yard. Remembering Mum and Dad sitting on the patio smiling at each other. Remembering Clint and how we snuck into concerts. Some days the memories were worse, so some days I would hum my favourite songs, counting the bruises on my skin, taking deep breaths. Staying calm.
The blurring siren filled my ears and I winced from the noise. My head rattling from confusion and noise. The young man gave me a grim smile every time I looked at him. I understood what had happened. I was rescued. I was free. I was alive. It felt like three seconds before we arrived at the hospital. It took two to get me stationed in a bed. It took one for me to break down at the sight of my brother.
His eyes looked sunken and his hair matted to his face and neck. His lips were cracked and he barely registered that I was there until someone walked over to him. His eyes darted around the room before landing on me. Tears rolled down his cheek to the collar of his shirt. His eyes didn't move from me. I pressed my eyes shut, it's not his fault.
The business of the hospital confused me. People rushing past in blurs and swirls of colour. Some patients, some visitors, mostly doctors. The pillow beneath my head was uncomfortable but I couldn't move my arm to reach it. People tried to talk to me but nothing would register. I would nod to everything but eventually, I was left alone. I didn't want to sleep, but I was too tired to do anything else. My eyes kept closing only to open again. I gently closed my eyes, eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks, and suddenly I was safe again, my Mum sitting beside me.
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Author's Note:
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