Half A Heart

Chapter 22

Olivia's POV

"Alex?" I call out my boyfriends name, as the knot in my stomach begins to tighten.

"Alex, are you there?" I call out once more, standing up, but falling back down as my aching legs are too pathetically weak to carry the weight of my body.

The darkness surrounding me doesn't help as I crawl across the cold floor, finally able to find a door.

Using the handle to lift myself up, I flick on the lights, immediately regretting it when I realize where I am.

The basement looks all too familiar, as blood that is my own stains the pile of clothes on the floor.

My legs give out once more as a loud scream leaves my mouth.

"Alex! Alex, please, don't leave me here!" my fists start banging on the door, yet they still seem to make little noise.

Two hands grab onto my wrists, stopping me from making any noise.

As well as this, a hand is slapped over my mouth, muffling my strained screams.

My screams turn to sobs, as someone turns me around, the faces making me cry more.

The hands roughly grab my arm, dragging me to a corner, one of them wrapping a blindfold around my eyes.

I try to free my hands so I can cover my body but only manage to cross one leg over the other.

"No please!" I attempt to beg but the hand is firm against my mouth, muffling my words.

"Alex isn't here, he left you." one of the familiar voices chuckles, as a hand runs up my thigh.

"No, he wouldn't do this to me." I sob when the hand leaves my mouth.

"But he would." as he says this, a hand gropes my breast, making me start sobbing again.

My pleas are muffled and ignored when a hand covers my mouth again.

The two pairs of hands roam my body, as I continue to pray that the hazel eyed boy would come running in, and stop the two boys from going any further.

*~*~*~*~*

Someone shaking me wakes me up with a jolt.

"Olivia, are you okay?" Lilly's concerned voice rings in my ears as well as the sound of someone crying.

It takes me a moment to realize I'm the one crying.

"Where?" I ask, my voice sounding more quiet and more weak than I want it to.

"You're here, in your room, in our apartment." she tells me, a hand rubbing my shoulder.

"Apartment?" I ask confused.

"Breathe Olivia."

I do as she says, but my breathing is still uneven and my mind is still racing.

"Where are they, where?" I ask, looking around frantically, scared that the two boys would pop up out of nowhere and come for me.