Not Scared Of You

Chapter 18

Krystal’s P.O.V

(A/N: Okay, so for the next few chapters, I’m going to do most of Krystal’s P.O.V in like a journal format. I think it would be easier that way :P)

Day 8

Wednesday, October 1, 2012

So it’s been 8 days. 8 days since I’ve seen the light of day. 8 days since I’ve seen Tom, Max, Siva, Nathan and Jay. Things have been the same ever since I got here. The beating, the harsh name calling and the starving. All I had to eat was a piece of bread, and that was just maybe an hour ago. Sometimes, I’d look down at myself and I could just see the bruises on my arms and the bones slightly appearing from underneath my flesh. I can’t imagine how tired my eyes must look, I haven’t slept in days.

Out of the week that I’ve been here, I had never come up with a plan to escape, because it’s almost impossible. Plus, I don’t even know where I am. I could be in the same state, or a different state. We didn’t leave the country, because that would include getting on a plane, right? But then again, we could be in Canada for all I know. I feel weak, dizzy, and unable to go on. But I must go on. It’s only the beginning. I need to continue to be strong, think positive. They WILL find me. I know it. Soon enough, I’ll be right back in their arms. That’s all I want. Is for someone to hold me, and tell me that it’s going to be okay. Someone to comfort me during my darkest times. But I see that might not even happen for a while…

The door burst open which made me jump, the strong smell of smoke and alcohol filling the room. I didn’t say anything, just stayed curled up in the corner, hiding my face. “Get up.” He demanded. I didn’t want to. I just sat there, pretending that he wasn’t there. “I SAID GET UP!” He yelled. And yet, I still didn’t get up. I know what you’re thinking, ‘Why aren’t you listening to him?’ or ‘Do as he says! He’s going to hurt you!’ Well you see; it doesn’t work that way. If I do what he says, he’ll hurt me. If I don’t do what he says, he’ll hurt me. Either way, I’ll just get the crap beaten out of me. I also believe that doing what he says just shows him I’m weak and scared. That he can just control me, or take advantage. Like I said, I will fight.

“GET THE FUCK UP!” He yelled louder. All I did was lifted my head and smirked. “And If I don’t, what are you going to do about it?” His eyes turned a lot angrier than they were before. He charged towards me and grabbed onto my wrists, roughly lifting me up. His hand came in contact with my face, but I didn’t show how much it hurt. In return, I kicked him where it hurts and by the looks of it, it was pretty hard because he was on the floor in agony. Then, the only thought that came into my mind: Run.

I bolted out the door, tears streaming down my face. All the emotions I held inside of me just released my body. Anger, pain and sadness. A bit of happiness was in there too, because I managed to get out of there.

But I spoke to soon.

Another body tackled mine, pinning me onto the cold, cemented floor. “Think you could get away that easily?” The man chuckled evilly. It must’ve been one of his ‘friends’ “L-let go of me!” Was all I could say before I felt a sharp pain in my side and everything went black.

Nathan’s P.O.V

“T-they found her?!?” I shouted in shock/ happiness, a little bit hope also hinted in my voice. Tom sighed, “Maybe, maybe not. They said they think found her, but they’re not sure. They said they’d call around two-thirty, 3 o’clock with any other information.” My smile faded. “Oh, okay…” I trailed off. “Look mate, they’ll find her.” Max reassured. I just nodded and went back into my hotel room. All I wanted to do was sleep since I haven’t slept in weeks. Once my head hit the pillow, I instantly fell asleep.

“Nathan! Put me down!” She giggled while lightly hitting my back. “Never!” I laughed. I continued to carry her into the water. A smirk played across my lips. I guess she saw what was coming next. “Nathan… No, Do-“ I threw her into the water. I laughed as she gave me a playful glare. “You asshole.” She laughed, lightly hitting me on the arm. I just smiled at her and pulled her into me. I gave her a long hug. “I’m so glad you’re back.” I said, pulling away from her. She smiled, “Me too.” Our lips were about to meet…

I woke to loud knocking on my door. It was all just a dream. I felt a lump in my throat and a tear escape my eye. I quickly wiped it away and opened my door to see four sad looking faces.

“Guys?” I croaked.

“The police called again…” Jay said, breaking the silence.

"And?"

“Mate, she wasn’t where they thought she was.”