Endless

18 Days Before

18 DAYS BEFORE

I am freezing cold, hungry and scared. Peyton hasn't come back since they dragged her out yesterday and i can't stop the endless flow of tears as they stream down my face. I pull my knees up to my chest and make myself as small as possible. I rock backwards and forwards trying to comfort myself.

I just want my dad to hurry up and come for me.

He is coming for me right?

These kids in here, say no one cares. They say their parents haven't even tried to find them. They have listened to the police cars drive by every night, never stopping. I heard them last night a few hours after Peyton was taken, my heart started beating a little faster in anticipation, and i dreamed i saw my father come rushing through the door, gun raised, before he swept me up in his arms and took me home.

I roll onto my side and face the wall, dreaming of my fathers arms wrapped around me as i close my eyes and fall asleep to the constant dripping.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

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I watch the blood fall from my nose onto the floor below me.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The breeze from the open door hitting my cold exposed body, covering my skin in goosebumps. It's been hours since they have come in to 'break me.' They think i will fight them, they think i will kick and scream, they think that i am not used to this type of abuse. I have been raped for years, the 100th time is not going to change a thing. I am stronger than they think and i will not give up until Zara is safe in Nick's arms.

I close my eyes for a bit, trying to stop the crazy thumping inside my head from hanging upside down for hours. Then i hear them, their laughter, their footsteps, their chatter as they return to continue what they have started.

"Well hello precious," i can smell some type of food and it is making me want to puke, "are you hungry beautiful?" The fat one runs his half eaten burger under my nose. Oh pork chop i can go weeks without eating, the only thing your disgusting burger is going to do is make me heave up nothing but air.

 He bends down so i can see his face, before he places a sloppy kiss on my lips.
"Hey don't! We don't want her puking," a big, scruffy, muscular man pushes him out of the way and against the wall. I watch them fight with each other and notice a phone fall out of the fat ones pocket and slide into the corner. They don't notice, or hear the sound of it dropping because they are yelling at each other. I never let my gaze waver from the place Zara's lifeline now sits.
"Both of you stop your stupidity right now!" There his voice booms, making me want to cry and scream all at the same time.

I hear the chain being released, as my face comes crashing down onto the cold concrete below me. I place my hands out just before hitting the ground, i hear my shoulder pop and my wrist snap on impact. I can't cry and i can't scream so i just lay there, not moving.
I just have to survive this torture, this round of rape, this round of beatings and hopefully i can get to that phone and call Olivia, tell her to track me and get Zara and the other children.

He turns me over so that i am facing the celing before he looms over the top of me. I look up at him and watch him undo his belt, and drop his pants to his knees before he moves so he is hovered over me. He stares me straight in the eyes, his green eyes scary and dominant. They bury deep into my soul, burning me from the inside out. He roughly grabs what little breasts i do have, scratching and clawing at them. I move my head to the side so i dont have to look at him.

"No, no, no Peyton. You will look at me!" he growls. Grabing my chin he turns my head so i am once again met with his eyes. My name hanging in the air, he knows by using it he has rattled me, making it too personal. Making it nearly impossible for me to shut down and shut off. He smirks at me as i feel him spread my legs, his hardened cock grazing my inner thigh. He crashes his lips on mine, "you will enjoy this." My chin still firmly gripped in his hand.

Then he fills me, completely, roughly and all at once. My eyes glass over, i blank out and i just watch him move above me, his familiar green eyes taunting me. Sending me back to the last time i saw them.

"Would you like a soda Peyton?" he offered as i walked into the precinct. I watched him walk backwards facing me, as he moved towards one of the vending machines. His eyebrows raised in a friendly question.
"No thank you Mike." I replied.

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I hear the front door unlock and open before his voice filters out to me.
"Liv? Liv?" The son of a bitch must have made a copy of my key. This is my chance, i turn my pain and sadness into anger. I throw Peyton's pillow from her bed where i am curled up, stand and storm into my living room.
"What the hell do you think you are doing here Elliot?" I stand just outside her door my arms crossed, my eyes narrowed and steam spilling from my ears. I watch him pause as he places bags of food on my kitchen counter.
"I just came to check on you, where is Noah?" his voice is too calm and soothing, which makes me even more mad. How can he be so calm at a time like this.

"He is at Fin's but how is that any concern of yours?" i spit, "go find Kathy, screw her, get this calm shit out of your system and leave your key, which i don't believe i gave you, on the coffee table." I turn and walk back into Peyton's room slamming the door behind me. I wrap my arms tightly around myself trying to hold myself together, as the tears fall. My sobs physically hurt, right through my bones.

I hear Peyton's door slowly being pushed open behind me.
"Elliot go away!!" i try to shout at him but my voice breaks, and i feel myself double over in pain. His arms wrap tightly around me catching me before i hit the floor. "El it hurts," he picks me up in his arms and places me on Peyton's bed before climbing on himself and wrapping his body around me. He places soft kisses behind my ear as he holds me tightly to him.

"Babe breathe," he sooths in my ear.
"I can't," i begin to hiccup from my sobbing, "i promised her i would keep her safe." I turn over in his arms and grab hold of his shirt, while i sob into his chest, "El i promised her." He rubs my back.
"This is not your fault Liv, you couldn't have seen this happening." I push back away from him as my sobbing ends and the tears fall in silence. I narrow my eyes and stare deep into his soul.
"You don't understand," i breathe out, "I promised her."

I get up and climb over him moving towards her bedroom door. I pause at the door, one hand on the door knob the other flat on the door itself. I shake my head and sigh, leaning my forehead against it.

"Now i am just like every other person who has ever let her down."

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They leave me chained and broken on the floor, enclosed in darkness. No windows, no doors just that constant dripping and the potent smell of my own drying blood. I lay there for a few moments trying my hardest to breathe deeply but find it a painful struggle.

I manage to twist myself over so that i am on my stomach. My legs still chained, I stare into the corner where the phone is still lying from earlier tonight. I use my one good arm and leg to help me move forward towards it. My leg continues to slip due to the heavy chains on the lower half of my body. My dislocated shoulder moves and pops as i drag myself a few inches. The pain ripping through my body in waves as i feel the ligaments begin to stretch away from my shoulder, due to the weight of my immobile arm.

I stop, the pain to much to bare, until i hear a scream richocet from down the hall, and a picture of Zara enduring everything i just did comes flashing to the front of my mind and that is enough for me to move forward, until i pass out a few inches from the phone, due to the incredible pain pulsing through my system.