•Blake's POV•
Daniella has been helping take care of me. Now I needed to find a way out. I looked around the room, the only opening was the door. I constantly heard yelling, but I couldn't understand them due to it being in Russian or something. These past few days have been a blur. I realized Zayn left me, but I didn't blame him. This old man with some tattoos and a scruffy beard along with one blue eye and one brown had been feeding me. He fed me pieces of chicken and some bread and a tiny glass of punch. Daniella said it was her grandfather. After my first beating, no one bother me for a full day. The next day was harsh, a man came in sobbing with anger. He had some sort of glass fragment in his hand, I believe it was a beer, and he threw it onto the ground with it shattering into a million pieces. He threw a couple at me. One landed in my leg, another in my arm, and the last one into my bare thigh. I bled a lot and could see part of the inside of my body parts, but I barely moved from the corner anyways.
My spandex were black and now have a faint red stain and are wet from the blood. Niall's old shirt was bright red and now has a mixture of spit, blood, and dirt on it. I felt nasty. I had dirt and blood everywhere on me and bruises covered every part of me. I was too sore to move. After that beating with the glass, the next day a woman visited me and sew my wounds together. With needle and thread, so I have purple, blue, and pink thread holding together my limbs. On the next day as I was sleeping a man with tattoos, I believed he was one of the guys who beat me up the first time, grabbed my hair and sat me up. Another short, old man who gave me the food came in screaming at him to shut the hell up and to leave the poor girl alone. Wow so they don't even know my name..
That day was yesterday, so today I laid on the ground drowning in my own tears. All of my wounds hurting and every single one of them burning and aching. I wanted to die... Daniella woke me up from my slumber with a faint, harsh whisper.
She spoke quietly but it was still loud enough for my ears to hear some of the sound. I could barely see her from my eyes just awakening. I could see her tiny figure in the dark room. Also, from across this room I saw the older man waiting with a red back pack sling across his shoulder. Was he waiting for Daniella?
"Blake!" She shook my shoulder as she crouched near me. As I woke up more she spoke more. "Listen, they left. They left. They left." Why did she keep saying this? Who left?!
"Who? Who?" I was able to mumble this out from my badly cut lip.
"I'll explain everything later. We have to go!" She pushed me up by grabbing my arm and as she noticed I wasn't able to walk by myself due to my injuries she told her grandpa and he picked me up bride style and set the back pack up in my lap. The girl and her grandpa were able to run out of the house and take me to the middle of the woods.
"W-w-what's h-happening?!" I was able to stutter through my words despite the coldness.
"Listen,"Daniella cupped my face as her grandpa dropped me on the ground and he ran back to the house. "We're getting you away from them..."
I wiped my wet cheeks and looked around the woods and saw the grandpa running towards the house. Men got out of the white van that took me to this house and had angry looks at the grandpa. Once they ran into the home, they quickly ran out and pushed the old man up against the brick wall. The men let him fall to the ground and started to storm off into our direction.
"Let's go. Hurry!!!!" Daniella pushed me up and we ran. I could feel my head get dizzy and everything was in pain... I'm not going to make it, i won't, I can't.
I'm sorry Niall. I love you.
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