Let Me Be Free

// 5 \\

Hayes' POV

They didn't return Chey all day, and I refuse to think it's because they killed her. She's not dead, I know she's not. She can't be. She won't be.

We had to go to sleep eventually, because they turned out the lights and we all decided maybe they'd give her back tomorrow. One can only hope.

The boys had fallen into an uneasy sleep each, while I laid, wide awake. Unable, and unwilling to fall asleep.

I guess it paid off because eventually the door clanked a little and I shot up into a sitting position, the noise also waking the other boys, who copied my action immediately, shooting up, sitting and watching the door impatiently.

It opened with the smallest of cracks, and I notice a hand throw in a body, like literally throw. I knew it was Chey immediately, but it was hard to tell behind all the cuts, blood and bruises. She flopped onto the ground and didn't get up, just laid there on her stomach, her arms and legs sprawled out around her.

I jumped up and made my way over to her quickly, the boys hot on my heels and I crouched down next to her, getting a good look at her.

Her hair was literally matted down with blood, her tank top no longer black, but a dark red/black mix. Her washed-out denim jeans, were now stained with spots of red everywhere, and I noticed rips that were obviously made by a knife, leading down in jagged lines down her legs. Her beautiful face was now decorated with purple bruises that made her look like a grape, and there wasn't much of her regular skin tone left. Her arms were no exception, and there were scratches and cuts seeping blood out from every point on her body, leaving her barely recognizable, but I knew it was her. And the boys seemed to know as well.

"Grab a bucket of water and all the towels," Camerons voice is hoarse when he speaks but Shawn and Aaron jump up immediately, racing into the bathroom.

I look towards Cheys back, the top where her chest would be on the other side and I sigh a little in relief when I notice the small rise and drop of it, indicating she's still alive, but I tense up again when I notice how uneven and ragged it is.

"Nash we have to flip her over," Cameron snaps me back to reality with his voice and I look towards Nash, who's face is now pale as hell, the same as everybody elses.

They try to do it as carefully as they can, but I can tell it still put Chey through an immence amount of pain, no matter whether she let out a slight hiss only. She's not unconscious, which is remarkable, but I'm sure she wishes she was.

Chey's POV

I wish I was unconscious. My body aches and stings all over, and I can tell from the tone in all of the boys voices, I look horrifying.

That grotesque man had beaten me for three hours. Three. Fucking. Hours. Straight. Never stopping for a break, the only time I got to actually breath, was when he went to grab the knife.

I drew in a sharp breath and hissed a little when Cameron and Nash gingerly rolled my body over and I wanted to arch my back at the pain, but I couldn't move a muscle.

I blinked my eyes open for the first time since the Man had punched each eye, causing them to swell immediately, after the camera had died, so about two and a half hours ago, and I took in what was happening around me.

Aaron and Shawn were rushing back out from the bathroom, a bucket in Shawns hand and a stack of towels in the other, while Aaron carried another two giant stacks of towels in each hand. They dropped down beside me and Cameron seemed to get to work right away, though I tried not to pay attention. I turned my head slightly, wincing, and met Hayes' eyes. The two bright blue orbs I was used too were dull, with anger, sorrow, and tears, which made me want to start sobbing all over again.

I hissed in pain again when Cameron tied a damp towel around my head and it covered a giant gash across my forehead. He gave me an apologetic look before moving on and giving each boy a damp towel, and they all started dabbing at the blood on my body. I kept my eyes fixed on Hayes and he kept his eyes trained on me, concentrating on his work, yet never wavering from my gaze. I reached out a shaky hand, ignoring the firey pain that laced up my arm and I intertwined my fingers with Hayes', before turning my gaze to the ceiling and closing my eyes, giving away to the darkness, that I welcomed now.

Sorry it's short! I didn't really have anything else to add without making it seriously drag on and become boringgg. Hope you're liking it <3