Out Loud ||Dan Howell x Reader||

Chapter 21

--YOU--

It's been almost two weeks since I came home with Isaac and I have been living in what seemed to be hell on earth. I was forced to turn my phone off as soon as I got to his apartment, and since then I've had no contact with anyone but Isaac. My arms are littered with bruises, and the rest of my body has been covered in marks and small scars. I wish I could get out of this hell hole, but there is no escaping. He locks the door from the outside when he leaves, and the windows all over major complicated locks on them. And even then, jumping wasn't an option. His apartment was too high up.

Washing the dishes has become a daily task I do in order to distract myself from the pain I'm feeling. My thoughts continued to wander before I felt arms snaking around my waist. I put on a fake smile, trying to hide the fear and pain inside of me. I could feel his breath against my ear as he spoke.

"You know, maybe we should go to the bedroom once you're all done here," he whispered. A shiver of disgust shot down my spine. I wanted to say, I would give anything to say no and have it work, but I was too scared. I was scared he would hurt me more, or do something even worse. I nodded, feeling the pressure around my waist leave. I finished washing the dishes and let out a small sigh, silently preparing myself for what was to come.

Making my way to the bedroom, I felt panic surge through me. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want any of this to happen to me. But I Also didn't want to be hurt again. So I let it happen.

And it was mentally painful.

--nyoom--

I woke up an hour later, naked and afraid while laying in bed. I stretched and stood from the bed, quickly grabbing my clothes that were strewn about the floor and putting them on. I wanted to keep at least some of my dignity, though there was very little of it now. Looking at the bedside table, I noticed a note written in Isaac's handwriting. Picking it up, I read what it had to say.

Clean the bathroom

Make something good for dinner

You know what will happen if this isn't done by the time I get back ♡

Staring at the note, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Never in my life did I expect to be threatened by a tiny fucking note. Ripping it up and throwing it into the recycling, I made my way out into the living room and looked around. I never really let the reality of my situation set in until now. I was probably never going to see my brother or my family again. I would probably never see Dan again.

I didn't even make an effort to go to the couch, I leaned up against the wall and felt myself crumble down to the floor. A sob escaped my throat as the thoughts became more prevalent in my mind.

I want to get out of here

I need to get out of here

I want to go home...