Abused and used// Daniel Seavey ; COMPLETED

fifteen

date; June 13th
~Beatrice pov~

I have to escape, for Daniel. I know he's worried. He saw me. I saw him for a split second until I was thrown in the back of the trunk. It's been about a week. I can't live like this anymore.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a man bursted through the door of the basement. It wasn't my father nor his gang. It was the police.

I couldn't move. Shit! I was tied down on to a bed frame. I look down at myself and realized something. I was r-r-raped. My clothes were stripped from me.

"We are gonna get you out of here" the police told me.

I couldn't talk. I felt empty. Like I've always been but more than empty. Like this was all fake. I felt numb.

"We are going to call your boyfriend."

Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend. I don't even have friends.

We arrived at the police station. Seavey was there. I could barley move because I was so sore. I was beat every time I moved.

I wanted to hug him but they wouldn't let me. I'm still confused about my 'boyfriend'.

They put me in a room where there was only one window. They asked to tell me everything that I remember happening.

"He threw me in the back of his trunk and when we got to the place he threw me in the basement" I started.
"Every time I moved he would beat me. I was r-r-r-raped." I finished.
"Thank you. You'll have to stay here until we hear his part of the story."
"Oh.. umm okay."

Daniel walks over to me as I try to walk past him. He grabs me.

"Are you okay?" He asks.
"I'm fine"
"When a girl says their fine, they're not."
"I'm not that stereotypical girl, Daniel."

I pulled me in front of him as I was still looking down. I'm remembering everything that happened. Why am I alive?

"What?" I ask getting annoyed.
"Rose, I'm sorry. I could've prevented this from happening."
"That's not true. He could've killed you."
"Anything to save you."
"Daniel..." I sigh nervously.
"Rose"
"Um... The police said you were my umm... boyfriend." I say confused and nervous.
"Oh... umm... I'm sorry" he says nervously.

I grab both of his hands and look into his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes.

"No need to be sorry blue eyes."