Her Secret Scars

Attempted Murder

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Loyal's POV

I didn't think my life would ever get this bad. I don't think anyone would. I went from being the bitch that left her family behind to a girl that was put through hell and somehow came out the other end alive. I can't even tell you how I accomplished that because I don't even know myself.

I thought it was all finally over. That I fought all the demons, but it's like every time I kill one of those fuckers another one pops up in its place. Life can never just get over its loving interest of shitting all over you when you least expect it.

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My wrists are red and raw from me pulling at the silver rusted chains binding me to the stone wall behind me. My eyes are puffy and dry from crying, as I stare at the grey cement walls surrounding me on all four sides feeling my last bit of sanity seeping away by the second. I can feel my heart beat slower and slower just hoping for it to just stop. But that would be too easy. And nothing in my life has ever been that easy. And it never fucking will be.

"How's my girl feeling?" Jake struts inside with a poison-fueled smirk etched across his face. I can feel his glare burning a hole into the side of my head, but I don't even flinch. I just stare at the wall in front of me hoping he'll go away, hoping that my heart stops beating, and hoping that this was all a nightmare. A really really messed up nightmare.

"I said-" he grunts gripping my hair in his bruised hand and yanking me up to my knees, "How's my girl feeling!" and growls right in my face. My scalp feels like it's on fire, and all I want to do is scream and flail for him to let go but still, I don't flinch. I won't let him enjoy the satisfaction.  He thirsts to hear me in pain. He craves to hear me beg for freedom. He runs on the adrenaline of having someone's life in his hands, and not in the way of saving it. He loves having the power to decide who lives and who dies, to have his hands covered in dark red scarlet.

"Answer me, you stupid bitch, did you forget how to speak?" he yells, finally letting go of my hair by throwing me into the other side of the concrete walls. My head smacks against the stone wall hard enough for me to bounce off a little before I finally hit the ground leaving my surroundings a little fuzzy. The sound of the chains running across the floor jumps across every wall, reminding me of my failed escape. I let out a slight groan, squeezing my eyes shut in agony, and use my arms to roll my body away. I push myself to lean against the wall, flinching when my back hits the ice-cold cement, and strain my neck to hold my head up straight, feeling blood trickle down my temple.

"How's your face?" I mumble, glancing at his black eye that Sawyer hungrily gave him before we were dragged apart once more. My memory flashes back to the moment we were almost free, but deep down we all knew we weren't. We successfully made it to the door, but when we went to open it, it wouldn't budge. Sawyer tried to kick it down, but all the noise he was making led them right to us, and we ended up being cornered. Sawyer tried to fight them off, but in the end, there were just too many of them and too few of us.

"Don't worry cutie, you and your pals are going to get what's coming to you, and I for one can't wait to watch" he grimly smiled down at me with every step he took in my direction. He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air until my feet dangled right above the floor. I felt as all the oxygen left my body, unable to re-enter causing my head to feel dizzy. I tried to claw at his hands to release me from his hold, but he just kneed me right in the stomach, cackling as my body hit the floor sounding like a bag of bricks. I gasped, trying to breathe in more air than I could, clutching my throat that feels like it's been lit up in flames, as he kicked me right in the ribs, probably either breaking or bruising them. Never giving me a break.