The Abused Girl And The Gangleader

the calm

Now :

Cole's P.O.V

What happened tonight I am going to talk about tomorrow.

Why doesn't she let any one go near her I mean ok I didn't exactly ask her if she was comfortable

But something else was clearly behind the fact when jace had her she was freaking out and when I tried to sleep in the same bed as her.

Normally they would freak yeah but jump out the window that's a whole new story. With that thought I drifted of into and uneasy sleep of nothing.

Amelia's p.o.v. 4:30 AM

Don't judge me this is my normal time to get up because I have to get sirs breakfast after I clean the whole house top to bottom and if I don't well shit goes down.

I'm  feeling a lot comfyer than I remember being ever before I mean my "bed" isn't comfy at all if I can even call it a bed more like my blanket and a thin worn down mattress. Whoa what happened am I am I okay okay I need to chill I probally just left the house and someone picked me up.

"Oh shit" I mumbled

I peaked open my eyes just to double check where i was and sure enough lying in Cole's bed whilst he was sound asleep beside me on the floor.

He looked so peaceful. It's hard to believe he could scare anyone with his mouth slightly parted revealing his perfectly white teeth and chistled jaw. I should start cleaning before he wakes up other wise he will probally be mad like sir is when I don't do things he wants me to do.

Oh no I'm not there and I fell on something last night when I jumped out the window of that place he's going to know it was me and find me.

Flash back
(pre-warning slightly graphic violence/abuse  skip to ***flash back over if you don't like it)

"You stupid slut can't you do anything right."
What did I do he's using his you've done something wrong and you going to pay voice.

"Y..ye..ssss  ss..ir"

"What was that bitch" he sneered in my face.

"Nn..oth..in.g s.ir"

"Are you sure I thought I heard you say something"

"Nn.o s..ir nn.oth..ing"

With that a large slap echoed with a bang through out the room and threw me off my feet.
I tried desperately thrashing around under his weight to try and get up but I knew it was no use he had me pinned against the floor by my throat the first punch was as soft as he was going to get and I'm sure I broke at least 3 of my ribs but I knew he wouldn't stop with just punches.

He started to drag me screaming to the top of the stair case and as if i wasn't in enough pain as it was proceeded to throw me down the stairs bashing off walls and things all the way down I was completely helpless

Tears clouded my vision as his looming figure came towards me with a sickly sweet smile on his face and I knew I was going to die right then and there and if I didn't then he would kill me off later.

And then out of no where he produced a kitchen knife and started to slice up my stomach and back with me screaming and withering in pain I thought he would just leave me alone but no in his other hand he had a can of beer dribbling it all over my fresh cuts he laughed as I screamed out in pain
"PLEASE stop"

"no"

"Whyy" I couldn't see straight any more I'm pretty sure ribs were broken and  the last thing I remember him say is;