𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 [𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓] DISCONTINUED

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I have nowhere to go, I run my way towards the café feel my lungs burned. My wounded foot started to sting again especially if I don't have any shoes or something to cover it up.

I opened the door and locked it, breathlessly  I went to the phone and call 911.

"Y/N!" Martin came out of the blue who has a worried look on his face.

"Martin get out of h-here," I breathlessly said and dialed 9-1-1.

"Where have you been!? You were gone for three days! Y/N!" He worriedly reacted. It's been three days? I thought it was only hours. Damn, was I okay? Whoosh.

"Damnit, Martin not fucking now!" I yelled and waited for 9-1-1 to get me.

"And what happend to you foot?" He suddenly asked. 

"Fucking damnit, hide Martin they're coming!"

His eyes widend, he panicked and began to run towards me. "Don't call the cops." He looked straight into me and held the phone. He swallowed down and took my wrist.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The woman from the agency called. "Hello?"

"Trust me on this." He mouthed at me. What was he doing? I have to call the cops. He's not telling me something.

"Hello?" "Is anyone there?"

I put down the phone down and nodded hesitantly. Martin quickly dragged me to the back door, he gave me a pair of hotel slippers, so my wound doesn't deteriorate.

I was trying my best to run as fast as I can but the wound wasn't helping. I gasp as I turn around to look five figures far away from us.

"Martin they're following us," I said, he didn't replied but kept on running. The woods wasn't helping, we'll be lost and lost track of home.

The most terrified sound I ever hear was a gunshot, I loom behind me to see Daniel held a gun as he aim for the both of us, is he really gonna pull that trigger? I gulped down and run as fast as I can

"We're not gonna make it they have guns!" I fearfully said. I saw Martin grab something from his pocket, I almost stopped when he pulled out a pistol. He looked at me and back to the five men.

He begins to shot but missed. Fuck it, I'm scared.

What am I gon a do? What am i gonna do? That was all I can think of, what can I do?

"Stop!" I heard Daniel yelled at us. I begin to trembled. Martin kept pulling the trigger and I wanna cover my ears from the traumatizing sounds coming from the pistol. I wanna curl into a ball.

"Fuck!" Martin cursed.

"Martin!"

He was hit by the leg but continues to run, "Come on Y/n!" He demanded. I held his arm to keep him standing, he kept groaning and kept limping.

Another gunshot was made, I look at Martin's chest who suddenly was filled with blood. I shook my head in disbelief as his body slowly stumbling on the ground. I tried to catch him but he was fully on the ground.

No, no, no, no.

I kneeled down and tried to cover the blood. He looked at me with grief as my eyes started to water and shook my head. "N-no, it's okay, I'll fix this. Don't worry." I took off my shirt. I don't care if my bra is visible. I tear my shirt and tried to stop the blood from pooling even more. "Martin?" I called.

"I was right, he loved you enough to kill me. I'm sorry that I haven't told you everything. Y-you need to go, before he'll come for you. Run, Y/n. Ru-"

He was trying to speak the words, once the blood was coming out of his mouth he stopped talking and got suffocated from his blood. I heard him choking, I wanna cover my ears again.

"Martin, No-no, I'm sorry. Please, come back." I held his cheeks and look at his bloody face, his eyes were still open.

Hot tears spilled from my eyes, they were dropping as I screamed his name. I hugged his body as my body got covered of his blood. "Martin," I called again.

"I'm sorry." As my head on his bloody chest and tears continuesly erupted from my eyes. I begin to tremble.

I did everything, I shouldn't have gotten into the café and asked for help. This is all my fault, there's no one to blame but me and my dirty soul.

I felt a presence infront of me as they eyed me in disgust. I didn't care, I just want Martin to be alive again, I want him to say that 'hey I'm alive!' But just by looking at his non moving face he couldn't, he wouldn't.

"Pity. He could've been alive if you didn't escape." Daniel crouched next to us and smirked. I glared at him and raised my hand to slap him as hard as I can.

"How dare you! You could've shot me and not him!" He stared at the ground and smirked once again, adding a chuckle.

"Shouldn't have done that." He threatened. He stood up, I crawl backwards, using my hands far away from him but I hit something against my back. I look up to see his gang preventing me to step away.

"Do it." Daniel commanded. I look at him before my face was covered. I felt something sticking into my flesh and it got worse when I felt a fluid run down with it.

"No, please don't!" I begged and begin to kick them. My body became numb that I couldn't even raise my arm.

The dark ate me up and trap me there.

Goodnight.
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I woke up, head throbbing and body getting numb. I groaned and held my head. Where am I? I opened my eyes and saw five figures infront of me. I sat up and wiped my face.

I look at my dirty hands and begin to realize the horrible incident. "Let me go!" I quickly stood up but soon brought back down when, Jonah, held my shoulders and push me downwards. "Ouch,"

I look at my self to see that I was only on my bra and pants- with blood all over my body.

"Fucking assholes, let me go!" I bite Jonah's finger.

"Yaouch!" He yelped and get his hands off of me, I spit on the floor and began to stood up swiftly. But someone's hands wrapped itself around my bare waiste. My body bolted and shivered.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" I hit Daniel's chest as he quickly held both of my wrist.

"S-stop!" He chuckled as I continuesly hit him.

"J-just let me go.." I break down and slid on the floor. I was broken again, I felt so pissed and confused and nobody even have the guts to tell me the tea.

"Y/n. I need you." Daniel stated.