I knew it was difficult. I had a feeling it would be bad. But I didn't predict it would be THIS bad!
I sighed as the snow hit me. It was cold. I was shivering. Damn. Hard coming off these Syracuse winters. Now I'm shivering in my rags from the snow. Great. I sat under one of the bridges for 690, one of the highways that ran through the city. I was hungry. Cold. Scared. I was only 18.
"Dammit.." I sighed. "It hurts not having anywhere to go.."
Then I heard walking behind me.
I thought it was a jogger. It was gonna clear up soon and there were many great places to jog. Mom and I used to jog a lot. Until she died, leaving me an orphan.
Suddenly I felt a hand cover my mouth.
I fought with all my might, but I eventually was knocked out.
I awoke in a basement. I was tied to a pole. Gagged. I struggled. They must've been using handcuffs because I couldn't slip loose. Damn they knew what they were doing.
"Oh look." I heard a man growl.
I looked up.
"You bastard!" I spat.
My ex Franklin stood over me. He had a smirk the size of a cob of corn on his face.
"Oh I'm sorry." Franklin faked pity. "I don't talk to the sluts!"
I froze. My memory was chipped into overdrive.
I remembered it all too well. He was an abusive asshole. He'd hit me, cut me, rape me. I hated him so much. He took advantage of my autism. I remembered how he locked me in a room and I had a claustrophobic panic attack..
He moved to the side. I gasped.
"Charlotte?!" I asked.
My best friend looked at me. She seemed so different. I had a feeling he'd broke her pretty quickly.
"I'll leave you two sluts here." Franklin growled as he left the room.
I stared at Charlotte. She crawled towards me.
What was going to happen?!
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Darkest Times
FantasyChloe heard the stories. Knew it could happen. But she didn't think it would happen. Now in a world she never wanted, she has to struggle to survive. Can she be free? Or will she break? Will her story have a happy ending? Or will it be dark and gloo...