Breakin Me Lovin Me

19

I turn around and see that it's Marcel, his body is limp, still as a rock. I start to breathe rapidly, up and down, up and down.

"Marcel!" I scream in agony.

"Let's go! We'll get him." One of the bodyguards yell.

I run to the car and see them pick up Marcel. I cry while they carry him to the car. There's another round of gunshots, as soon as one hits the window, they jump into the car and zoom off.

"Marcel wake up!" I hold his hand and he responds by squeezing mine.

"I'll... be fine.... darling." He wheezes in and out.

"God! I'm going to kill him!" I say quietly.

"How close are we? Hurry the hell up! Y'all drive slow as hell!" I just keep shouting.

"We're almost the-." One of the guards says.

I look and turn to my right side and see a car speeding right towards us.

I can hear the glass shattering and clinking to the ground. The loud and fearful screams, I see the bright beaming headlights of the other car.

Our car flips and I feel myself lift into the air. I'm in an uncomfortable position. My head is crooked, I'm hanging upside down, and I feel cuts on my face and arms. The glass is digging into my palms from trying to stay up.

"Marcel." I whisper quietly. My eyes are getting low and I can barely see.

I turn stiffly and see Marcel laying there limp, eyes closed.

"No...Marcel....help." I whisper hoarsely. I bang on the roof of the car, trying to get anybody's attention.

I hear heavy footsteps coming closer so I turn to my right and see two figures standing right outside my door. I search for the gun but since the car flipped it's out of my reach.

They pull the door open and my eyes and ears start to hurt and ring.

Stop it's too loud.

I thought I said it out loud but I guess it didn't make it out.

I see the flash of their car's headlights every time they move. They grab my arms and they pull me out. It seems like they're trying not to hurt me but no matter how careful they are, they're still inflicting pain.

"Careful! Boss wants her unscathed." A low, thin, scratchy voice says.

"Shut the hell up! She already has scratches on her. You're the one that wanted to crash into the damn car."

"Well, there was no other way."

There's always another way. I say in my head.

As they pull me out I think about my baby.

Please let her be okay.

That was my last thought before I passed out.

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I wake up and feel pain everywhere in my body.

I slowly open my eyes but I only see darkness at first. I think my eyes are swollen shut but I can feel a cloth digging into my face. So I try to talk but there's something in my mouth and I can only mumble.

I try to move my arms but they're limp and they're also tied up. I guess I'm tied up everywhere then.

I sit there for a long time trying to get an idea of where I'm at then somebody finally opens the door.

"Long time, no see."

I can remember that voice from anywhere, it's engraved in my brain forever. I can even remember his features, what he loves to do, and what makes him tick. It'll NEVER leave my head, forever ingrained.

I silently cry, because I know him and he will kill this baby then kill me. I haven't even thought about baby names or even looked at baby clothes or toys. Is this really how my life will end? Tied up to a chair, with my ex-boyfriend being the last voice I hear? If it is, just kill me now.

"What are you crying for?"

I don't answer.

"Why is she all cut up?"

"We rammed the car."

"And what did I tell you?!" He sounds irritated and angry for what though? He's going to kill me no matter what.

"Bring her in free of harm."

"Ugh! I can't do anything right with you two dumb nuts!"

"Take the damn blindfold off and take out the gag." He instructs.

I feel them roughly being token off and I move my mouth but I can barely move a muscle without pain rippling through me. I lick my lips and a metallic taste enters my mouth and I know that too taste too well.

Blood.

I open my eyes but one of them isn't fully opening so I'm stuck with one weak eye that's barely functioning.

"Damn baby you look horrible." He laughs.

I try to form a sentence but it doesn't work so instead I stick with one worded responses.

"Why?" I say.

He laughs again.

"Why?" He says again.

"Why!? Because you called the damn police on me. I was this close!" He puts his index finger and thumb close together.

"This close to getting sentenced for 20 years! I had to lat low."

"Good."

"Good! You little bitch!" He punches my face.

"Now. I know you're wondering why you're here?"

I finally look up and see his sinister grin and evil eyes glaring at me.

"I want to finish you off."

"How?" I say making time to breathe one more minute.

"The best way I know how." He chuckles.

"But.... first I want to get you cleaned up. I got special things planned for you, bitch."

He walks out the door laughing.

"Just for you." Are his final words before he closes the door and leaving me alone.

It's dark, no source of light, not even a sound. Except my ragged and uneven breathing.

I sit silently and I start to cry and I whisper as best I can to my baby girl.

"Just...a....little....longer."

Lovelies!!!❤️