A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter thirty

*mollys prospective*

I sat in the room. I was bruised now and it had only been like two days. If that. My hair was cut off and black now. I laid naked and in my own tears and blood handcuffed to the bed. I was scared but I did the right thing didn't i? I prayed to god and asked for protection. I sometimes heard cars go by and wish if I screamed they'd here me but I didn't because then he'd kill me. But maybe dying is better, I wouldn't have to suffer everyday. No that's out of the question. But there's a chance... I'll take it.

I screamed as loud as I could. My throat hurt and It eventually died out. I heard stomps upstairs and prayed to god I did the right thing

"What the hell are you doing you stupid bi*ch you trying to get yourself killed?" He shoved my door open causing it to bang against the wall.

"Y-yes, that way I don't have to suffer everyday." I spat at him. He stomped over and pulled me up by my hair and I whimpered.

"If I killed you it'd be long and painful. But I'm not gonna kill you because your mine! And no one else's and no one will hear you scream either!" He then spat in my face. "Your worthless you know that? No one loves you." I faught back tears and only nodded. He walked back out of the room. I then started to sob pathetic tears. A weird noise escaping my mouth. I knew I was going to die. Most likely soon. My thoughts drifted to jasper. His blonde hair. His toned skin and square jaw. His pearl white smile. His caring attitude. All just warmed my heart. It made me happy in time of need. I loved jasper... Did he love me back?

I was brought out of my thoughts by a searing pain in my thigh. I looked up and noticed he had came back in and now had a metal stick that was glowing at the end and was pushing it into my skin. I yelped and jumped away.

He growled. "Don't jump away." He yelled at me.

"This is your punishment." He snarled at me.

The devil of a man grabbed some duck tape and taped it over my mouth. He tied me up tighter so it dug into my skin.

He walked out of the room and when he came back in it was searing hot again. He pressed it to my skin and I tried to scream. The searing pain brought the smell of burning flesh to my nose. He wrote words into my skin with the searing metal. He then brought it up to my chest and ran it down my chest to my stomach. Everything started to get blurry. My head started falling to sides as I lost consciousness.

I heard banging on the door, but I could just be hallucinating. I then blacked out.