Broken // h.s.

Chapter 27- Breathe

Chapter 27- Breathe

Love is just an excuse for getting hurt.

Those were my last words to Harry.

Not the best, I'm sure.

I begin to think of my family and I'm sure they're going crazy finding out I have been kidnapped again. Why did I have to leave that morning? Why?

It's been almost four days since I was taken.

And then my mind trails back to Harry..

"You haven't shed a tear since you got here. Why?" Leanne asks.

"I guess because I've been through this before. I already know what to expect."

"Shut up." Tasha scoffs.

"What?"

"Don't try to act all big and mighty. We are stuck here with that psycho and guess what? I don't think you're going to be as lucky to escape this time. No matter how many times this has happened to you, it still sucks! And not just for you, but for all of us."

"You don't think I know that?"

"Guys, please stop. He's going to get angry." Leanne whimpers and Tasha grimaces.

"Let him come down here." she shrugs. "I want to die. I don't want any of this. I want to die." she pauses. "You heard that?! Let him come down here! He's a big-"

"Be quiet, Tasha." I warn her.

"COWARD AND BELONGS IN A MENTAL INSTITUTION! DUMB FUCK,"

I hear a door creak open from outside in the hallway and if my hands weren't tied behind my back, I would tackle Tasha to the floor for being so stupid.

Garrett barges into the room with his face the correct shade of red, indicating he's angry.

"Shut the hell up! All of you!" He marches over to me and crouches down, the knife in his hand apparent.

This time he's smarter; always with a knife in his hand because he knows I'll fight back.

Maybe these girls next to me would too if he didn't have that knife. That's it.

I need to take the knife away from him so all three of us can get out of here; fighting.

"Ready for some fun, Alana?"

I hate the way my name sounds coming from his mouth. The way he says it sounds as if he's savoring the taste of it; his voice so malovelant.

Breathe, I remind myself. Just breathe.

I shake my head no, but he grips me up by the hair and throws my head against the wall.

The girls gasp and Leanne even starts to cry. I feel an aching feel on my temple, but I try my best to ignore it.

"I said... are you ready?!"

I laugh breathlessly as blood trickles down the side of my face. "No."

"Wrong answer, bitch." he throws me to the floor and kicks my shoulder. I roll over so I'm now on my back and facing him. "You- It's your fault Rey is dead."

My head is throbbing and I can't hear what he's saying very well.

"I think he would want me to kill you right now." He picks me up by my elbows and drags me out of the room.

Once I'm out of the room, I realize we are indeed underground somewhere, maybe an abandoned house. I was wrong. We are in a basement, only it's a finished basement unlike the last.