𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 [𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓] DISCONTINUED

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I pursed my lips even tighter as I started to make my way towards the T.V. I left them in the kitchen since I cannot stand his exasperating presence, even if he's breathing. I scowl at everything I see, the sofa, the walls, the floor the T.v. and the phone...

The phone. Hm, why I haven't noticed that? Because I always aim for the door and instead of the fucking phone.

I look behind me to see that they're busy eating, bickering or god know's what they're doing over there- I careless enough to know. I bit my bottom lip and grab the phone on the wall, slowly, I dialled the number.

9-1-1...

I pressed the last number and waited for it to answer.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The operator asked. I grip the phone tighter and looked at behind me.

Is this really gonna happen? Am I really gonna go escape? I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Hi, please- please I need your help," I whispered. I was shaking in fear as I grip the phone more firmly. My heartbeat is so loud that I can almost hear it from my own throat. I heard tapping on the other side.

"Okay, please calm down, what is your emergency, Ma'am?"

"I've been held-" Before I could even complete the sentence, someone grabbed me far away from the phone and covered my mouth. I struggled to detach myself from them as I unhand the phone.

God, it was almost there! I had it in my hand, I had talked to the one person who can help me. I cursed myself for having anxiety and depression. Hot tears slipped from my eyed as my mouth was covered with hands. My waist was held against his strong arms as they dragged me away farther.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?" Jack whispered. I looked up to him and with my teary eyes and began sobbing uncontrollably.

I saw Daniel's cerulean blue orbs glared at my teary ones as he went up to the phone. "I deeply apologize for our inconvenience but my disabled brother has been doing that for quite some time now,"

"Yes, Ma'am." "Uh-huh"

I stared at him as he talked to the operator, I tried to scream for help but the voice was blocked because of Jack's hand. They carried me upstairs as I tried my best to escape from his grasp.

"I'm sorry, once again..." I heard his voice became distant.

The only chance I had is gone forever on my grasp. Now, what am I gonna do? They'll probably kill me for trying to escape again. I guess luck isn't gonna be on my side for the rest of my life, maybe it's hard to gain luck. Or maybe this is destiny? Maybe I was bound to be here, to suffer more and die.

I was pushed towards an unfamiliar room. The four of them followed as they lock the door behind them. I swallowed down and took a step back.

"P-please, l-let me go..." I put my hands in front of me to protect myself from these lunatics. I look at the window and it was barred and I have nowhere to go now.

"Why'd you have to do that? This could lead to a more dangerous situation, Y/n can't you see that?! If they knew who we are, we have to fight back! We're fucked. That operator traced the address by now, they don't believe in shits." Jack furiously burst out and begin to scratch his curls.

"Just fucking let me go and I won't bother you again!" I retorted and walk up to him.

I balled my hands into tight fists, I wasn't gonna let them get me. I was supposed to fight back, I was supposed to get through shits like every other day. I was supposed to have a life.