The Boy With Green Eyes (kickthepj)

Chapter 22

"Perrie, shhh," a voice cooed to me. "This might sting a little baby," I was being rocked back and forth it was starting to make me feel nausous. 

I was about to tell the source of the rocking to "back off," but before I could utter the words liquid poured onto my thigh. Needles shot the top of my leg then spreading down to my ankles, up to my head, then back to my thigh.

I let out of moan of pain and tightnened my grip around the persons.... neck?

"Dan, DAN! Quit thats hurting her," a mummbled voice spoke.

"Sorry mate, you don't wan't it to get infected." Dan whispered I could picture his soft watery brown eyes as he spoke. The thought brought tears to my eyes.

"Just do it fast then," Pj's voice finally came clear to my ears.

Moments after he spoke, a wet piece of fabric was placed on my upper thigh. It felt more like someone had pressed a hot iron ontop of the wound instead of fabric.

"Bloody hell, you know that hurts alot," I managed to whimmper out. I opened my eyes too see 10 sets of eyes looking at me. We were back in the holding room, it stank in here.

Like rotting flesh...oh... My eyes waundered from Pjs dark green ones then slowly to my thigh. My jean leg had been ripped off in order to reveal the cut. The cut was open but had stopped bleeding. Dried up blood was all down my leg, my skin was purple and bright red around the areas of cut. It was disgusting.

I ungripped Pj's neck and ran my fingers throught the scratchy bed sheets. I tried to lift myself up from the bed and scoot against the wall, but collapsed in pain. I bent over my thigh as the tears flowed from my eyes to the sheets. I rocked myself back and forth cluthching my thigh. "Here," Pj ushered as he picked me up like I weighed nothing.

I practically didn't now. 

I was stilled curled up into my ball when Pj's rough hands brushed back my tangled hair. He tucked a strand of dark hair beind my ear, my head was down looking at the cut. Pj sweeped his head under mine and planted a kiss on my cheek. He smiled quickly before leaning back up against the wall.

I slowly did the same, but my shaking arms still held my thighs. I scanned the room seeing if anything had changed in the what? Day, days? Nothing.

"How how, long was I out?" I said looking across the room from person to person. Everyones eyes met one anothers cautionlessly.

'Just 2 days," Chris finally spoke up.

Silence filled the tiny room, it was spooky. It sent chills up my back that made my blood freeze. My stomach rummbled loudly, for the first time in about 6 months I actually felt starved. An empty feeling sunk to the bottom of my stomach but slowly turned to a heavy pain.

I gripped my stomach in pain and closed my eyes. I leaned my head against the wall feeling as if the room where spinnig.

"Perrie?" Phil squeaked  from across the room.

I ignored him and focused on keeping what little food I had down.

I opened my eyes Pj was staring at me with wide eyes. A bead of sweat had formed along his forehead and he was searching my eyes for words. He reached for my hand and wrapped it in his.

Nope.'

I brushed his hands off of mines, I twisted my body around the bedframe before vomit came up my throat. I hung over the edge of the bed letting everything come up. It felt nasty, but relieved to finally get rid of everything. I felt someone pull back my hair, Darcy, wouldn't even in the worst situation let my hair get that gross. Someone placed their hands on my back and traced patterns under my shoulder blades.

It almost felt peaceful.

I slowly rose back up from the edge, and rested my head on Pj's shoulder. His shoulders used to be strong and firm, but now they were bony and weak. He continued rubbing my back as I focused on not vomiting again.

"When was the last time you ate something?" Dan practically spat out.

I didn't respond they didn't need to know.

"You know we saw the cuts on your thighs?" Dan said glaring up at me.

Ugh of course they saw, everyone seems to have seen something of my body I didn't want them too. My body was nothing more than a piece of property that people could do whatever they wanted to it. Even my own father owned part of me.

Darcy spoke up from Dans lap, "Dan I think if you got raped by your own dad you might have a few scars," she spat out to him.

He didn't say anything. 

My body hurt, everywhere. I felt like even the slightest movement I would just fall apart. 

"We need to escape, soon before I lose my mind," Chris slowly spoke.

Nodds and sighs escaped everybodys mouth at the thought of being home again. But for me what was home, Darcy's? No I belonged with PJ that is if we can even make it out of here alive.

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