Kidnapped

Chapter 12

Hope you enjoy chapter 12.

*2 days later*

I wake up, throw on a shirt and shorts that Nate gives me.

I grab a piece of paper and write.

"Can I go see Matt?"

"Yes, but Brook I don't want you to be mad at me it's been two days and you haven't even talked to me."

I need to talk to him so I can tell him. So I do.

"You seriously expect me to be nice to you after you killed someone who meant a lot to me?"

"Look Brook, I'm sorry. It went bad fast I get it, but I didn't mean to."

"That's seriously your excuse? Oh I didn't mean to kill my wife. I didn't mean to kill my worker because he took my love away from me."

His eyes are filled with anger. He slams me against the wall, which scared me for some reason. He just looks me in the eyes.

Soon he lets me go.

"That's not my excuse for everything and its not my fault that I killed those people."

"Do you hear yourself right now? 'I didn't mean to kill those people' my ass."

"Brook, just stop."

"Stop what? Telling you the truth of how you purposely killed those innocent people?"

Nate turns to me.

"Just shut up."

"No. You don't control me." I say crossing my arms.

"Zach." He yells.

Once Zach comes in, Nate speaks.

"I've been trying not to hurt you, but all you do is hurt me and build anger in me. It's a shame that you're the one who pushed me over the edge. It's a shame that I have to hurt you." He says too calm.

"No you don't Nate. I'm sorry." I say scared, because I know he's going to kill me now.

"Zach." Nate says.

Zach picks me up.

"Stop. Please stop. I'm sorry. Nate I'm sorry." I say, crying.

He straps me to a wall in the basement.

Just when I though he was going to kill me right there, he starts beating me with a baseball bat. 

It's painful, obviously, but it's a hell of a lot better than being shot.

Anyways, it felt like forever, but Nate stopped. I know he made my broken ankle worse, and probably broke some of my ribs.

He finishes, but then talks.

"It's not over."

He swings his arm back before I feel his fist hit my face. He throws punches at my face over and over again.

After a lot of punches, he stops and I see his knuckle are red from blood. I'm breathing heavily because I'm crying so hard, but that doesn't help with my ribs.

He cleans his hands off, then walks over to me with a wet cloth. He cleans my face of all the blood, me wincing from all the pain.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." I hear Nate say over and over again.

He releases me from the straps and catches me before I fall. Then he carries me up the stairs, to a hallway, and into a room. He places me down on the bed, and as soon as my head hits the pillow, my eyes close and I fall asleep.

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