The ups and downs

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*pov of Daisy*
I was quietly crying and the two monstrous men talked to each other in the living room. I don't want to die, my life is finally going good. I'm happy for once. All these thoughts flew through my head when they entered.

One bent down and wiped a tear from my face. "Don't worry sunshine, we won't kill ya." I bite his finger causing him to scream. He punched my eye, I felt it swelling already. "Stop that shit or I will fuck you up real bad!" I felt cocky and suddenly let out, "you don't scare me, you're just a little bitch nothing more."

"What the fuck did you just say?" He then jumped on me and pinned me to the ground. I didn't make a sound," oh silent now? I know how to make you talk." Suddenly he reached down and pulled off my shorts. I bit my cheek.

The large man sat up and started to unbuckle his pants. I screamed. He smacked me again," shut up, now who's the bitch?" He let out a hideous laugh. When will this end? I don't deserve this.

I heard a sudden knock at my door stopping the man from anything he was about to do. "If you let out a word I will hurt you." He got up and answered the door.

The man opened the door, "how can I help you boy?" I wanted to scream but Marc covered my mouth before I had the chance to. "Um, I think I have the wrong house. Unless Daisy has an uncle or something." Oli, he came back for te surprise! I screamed into the mans hand.

"You do boy I'm sorry. Hopefully you find your gal." I kicked the man causing him to let go of my mouth for a split second just enough for me to scream "OLIVER!" Then everything went black. Am I dead?

I could hear some struggling and a grunt. I opened my eyes and everything was fuzzy. I'm not dead he probably knocked me out, I saw the larger man fighting a tall thin figure. Marc was on top of me holding me down. "Get the fuck off me you cunt." I let out with a slur.

Suddenly I felt metal on my head, my eyes widened. "You will come with me to your room or I'll kill you and your little lover boy." I shakily stood up and shuffled like a drunk man to my bedroom and sat on my bed. Marc entered my room and locked the door.

"Now listen I will untie you and you will strip off that shirt of yours for me understood?" "Please don't hurt Oliver he just wants to help me." "Did I fucking ask you to talk?" I jumped. "Now listen like I said nothing will happen if you just do as a say." I nodded and he untied me. "Now Daisy-" my skin crawled when he said my name" take off that top of yours." He smiled at me.

I gripped the hem of my shirt and heard a loud band outside. "Oli." I whispered. "Go check on that please and then I'll do it." I said with a crack in my voice. He grunted and opened the door," dear God, Anthony." Marc instantly locked the door, "fucking take off your shirt now!" "Daisy! Where are you?!?!" I heard Oliver and breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't fucking speak." The man hissed.

The man by the name of Marc ripped off my shirt and I hugged my knees to my chest. He tried to pull my knees from my chest but I wouldn't give in. "You little cunt." He murmured. Suddenly there was a loud bang on my door. "Daisy open up its me!" I looked at the man who grabbed his gun and smiled. "Tell him to use the key to unlock it." He put the gun to my head.

"Oli, there's a....key...." I looked at the man who cocked the gun. "Where you don't have to worry anymore I'll protect you." I gulped. "It's uh...OLI RUN THE GUY HAS A GUN IM FINE GO N-" I was cut off my the butt of the gun smacking me.

I suddenly woke up and saw a mans face hovering above mine, " She's waking up, she's lost a lot of blood she needs stitches. Hey there dear don't worry, you are in an ambulance on the way to the hospital." I tried to sit up but hands forced me down. "Where's Oliver?" I looked around. The men looked at each other, "he's alive don't worry about him. I think you have a concussion." Alarm bells went off in my head. "Where the fuck is Oliver?!" I demanded raising my voice.

" Calm down Miss. please don't freak out but he was shot, he is an ambulance in front of us. He will most likely survive." My heart dropped and tears started to stream down my face. "How? Why?" I let out.

"Well after he heard your warning and then you get cut off he went into your room and the man shot him in right arm, but Oliver played dead I guess you can say. He then called 911. But he said the man, how to i put this lightly, tried to rape you." "What the fuck Lee? That's not putting it lightly! Don't worry though dear I don't think he got far in it, your little hero of a boyfriend beat the shit out of him. At least that's how we found the intruder, well both of them."

I just laid back in shock. "Did he? Did he rape me?" The men looked at each other," we don't know exactly we ask Oli...." their lips continued to move but I couldn't hear the words come out. I just closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes when a man in a white coat shook me. He smiled, "hello I'm doctor Dave, it seems like you've been through quite a bit. You have a concussion and got around 75 stitches in your head and around 10 in your lip." "Oh, how's Oliver?" The man scrunched his eyebrows then it clicked, "oh the boy who came in with you he's in surgery now, just getting the bullet from the right bicep removed. He will be just fine as you will too."

I sat up and everything went black for second. "I need to go see him." "He's in surgery I'll let you see him after though, oh here take these." I looked at two white pills in his hands. "What are those? Pain killers?"

His smiled quickly faded," no, they are well do you know Plan B? They are like that but much stronger." "Oh." I took them without any further questions. "Do you want to talk about what happened to you?" "No. I just want my boyfriend. Well he may not want to be with me since I'm the reason he got shot and well some guy.." "you don't need to say what you were going to, in sorry that happened to you. If you want to know how we tested you and I'm just so sorry." The doctor rested his hand on my shoulder. "I was knocked out in fine don't worry." The doctor's face looked even more concerned.