*WARNING : May be triggering for some people*
I run to the door and almost rip it off it's hinges opening it. I look from left to right. She's nowhere to be found.
"Fuck!" I scream. This isn't fucking happening. I left her alone for five minutes! I look at the bed. The sheets are on the floor. Nothing is broken, but the bed is a fucking mess.
She didn't leave here herself.
Oh God. I collapse on the floor. Who took her? If it was my dad himself she won't live past tomorrow. I feel sick.
I can't think about Anya going through anything. I can't think about her in pain. It's too fucking much.
I get up and grab all my things, than leave the hotel room. I get downstairs to the counter.
"I need to leave." I hand the lady my card.
She looks startled. "Sir, are you sure-"
"I need to fucking leave!" I snap. "Now!" And then I run out of the hotel.
Anya's POV
I wake up staring at the ceiling of car. Did we fall asleep in the car? No, we didn't. My heart rate spikes and I sit up.
"Morning, beautiful." A voice from the front seat greets. I gasp. It's Noah. He has a blunt in his hand.
"What the fuck?" I scream. I attempt to raise my hand and swing at him, only to discover that my wrists and ankles are bound. Panic starts setting in. I can't breathe. I start sobbing.
"Let me the fuck out!" I scream. "Fucking let me go you stupid dumb fuck!"
"Calm the fuck down, Jesus!" He yells, clenching the steering wheel.
"Fuck you!" I scream as loud as I can. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you..." I keep screaming until I feel an intense burn on my leg and I cry so hard that my vision goes blurry. I look at where the burn came from and see that Noah has his blunt pressed against my leg. He removes it.
"Shut the fuck up," He nods his head. "You're ruining my high. Damn."
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" I whimper, still recovering.
"Because your little boyfriends dad has a lot of money to give me," He chuckles. "And, since you wanted to curve me for that fucking cigarette smoking popsicle stick."
I continue crying quietly. The burn keeps getting worse, and I feel completely helpless. I have no clue how Timothèe is going to find me. I don't want to die. I don't want to die... I'm too young.
"Please don't kill me," I sob loudly. "Please please don't kill me. I'll give you anything."
He doesn't speak for a moment. "I don't know what his dad is planning on doing to you. But it's not you he wants. It's Timothèe."
Of course it's Timothèe he wants. He's using me as bait. He's going to get Timothèe to come. If Timothèe can get me, we will both get out alive. Noah is strong, and I know his dad is stronger. What can Timothèe do? And if Timothèe can't get past them...
I can't help the sobs that keep escaping my throat. I keep crying until I'm hiccuping.
"Anya," Noahs voice is soft. "At least you're with me."
How fucking dare he?
"You just fucking burned me with a cigarette dumbass!" I scream. "I swear to God, Timothèe and I will fucking kill you."
"Keep thinking that," He snaps. "You have no idea what's in store."
We keep driving for ten minutes or so. I don't know how long we've been driving or for how long.
Suddenly, we pull into a driveway. I can't tell where. Noah turns around and looks at me. He's actually attractive. But I want to fucking kill him. His insides are ugly.
"I'm going to cut these ties off you, because we have to walk into the house normally. I will literally fucking stab you if you try to run. Got it?" He pulls out a switchblade and cuts the ties, than gets out. I rub my wrists and ankles, which are red from the ties. I have to escape. At least try. It's a sunny day out. I can run to the neighbors clear as day and call Timothèe, tell him where I am, get Noah put in jail and his dad put back into jail. I take a deep breath and sit up. My heart is pounding and I can feel it all over my body. As soon as Noah opens the door, I step out and stand in front of him. I look into his eyes. I smile and run my thumb along his cheek. Then , out of nowhere, I bring my hand back and punch him as hard as I can. He falls over, and I turn to make a sprint for the neighbors house across the street.
As soon as I get there, I start pounding on the door, and by now I am crying. There is so much adrenaline going through me.
"Please!" I scream. "Please help me! There's someone after me they are going to kill me!" I sob.
Someone comes to the door and I perk up.
As soon as they open it, I am stopped in my tracks.
A man holds a gun up, and laughs.
"Hey Marc!" He yells. I bend over and vomit violently into the bush. I can't believe it. The man with the gun grabs me by my hair and pulls me into the house.
"Nasty." He groans and drops me on the floor. Noah hogs in and slams the door shut, staring down at me.
"Come on, Anya," He laughs. "You didn't think we'd be that stupid, did you?"
I pull my knees up to my chest and start crying as hard as I can, my eyes squeezed shut. I think about Timothèe, his smile and his hard ass attitude and I cry harder. I should have been kinder to him. Now I might not ever see him again.
I look up and see Noah, the man with the gun, and a man who couldn't be anybody else except Timothèe's dad. Marc.
"Does she ever stop fucking crying?" He sneers.
"She cried the whole way up. She's feisty as hell too. Nasty attitude." Noah spits. I look up at Noah, and feel betrayed. I met him at a grocery store!
"Please don't hurt me." I whimper. "Please." My voice barely comes out. Marc's expression doesn't falter, and neither does his friend, but Noah bites his bottom lip nervously.
I can get him to break.
Timothèe's POV
When I get to my car, there's a note taped onto the handle.
You know where to go. Is all it says.
Fuck!
I do know where to go. It's far away. She could be dead by the time I get there. I feel sick. Fucking pricks. I should have never brought her into this. I shouldn't have talked to her in Precalculus, and I should have made her stay with her mom. She wouldn't be in her situation if I wasn't so fucking stupid. I rip the note off the door and it crumbles in my hand. I inhale deeply and press my forehead against the car door. Then, I rip the door open and climb inside the car.
Anya's POV
Noah and Marc drag me up by my arms after the other man leaves and carry me up to a bedroom. I don't fight. I'm so scared, I can't fight.
They set me down on the bed and I don't move. The room is decorated like a little girls room would be decorated. The walls look like a cake, with pink wallpaper and white trimming as icing. The bed I sit on is a queen bed and has at least ten pillows of different sizes and big stuffed animals on it. There's a white dresser with faux diamond knobs beside the bed and assorted glass containers. Perfume, I would guess. The window is blocked by bars in the outside. I feel sick, and violently uncomfortable.
Marc leaves, and my stomach lurches when Noah closes the door and leans against it. I bring my feet up on the bed and back up towards the edge.
"Anya," Noah says quietly. I bite my bottom lip. My eyes are stinging from the tears ready to spill and I look at him terrified. I say nothing.
"Anya!" He snaps and I gasp and then start sobbing. I cry into my knees and hope he will go away.
"Please-please don't hurt me," I cry, hiccuping between words. "Please, please don't hurt me."
He sits down on the bed in front of me, his legs crossed.
"You chose this."
I look up at him. I have no words. He gets on his knees and suddenly grabs my wrists and yanks me, pushing me onto the pillows. I scream.
"Please, stop!" I cry. He climbs on top of me, and straddles me.
"Is it me or him?" He says in my ear, and starts to unbutton my jeans. I scream as loud as I can, knowing it won't help.
"Stop!" I cry so hard that my head starts hurting. This isn't going to happen. I am able to wrench my right wrist from his grip and I punch him as hard as I can. He falls of me, holding his face. I stand up on the bed and kick him in his side.
"Him, Noah!" I scream, my voice hoarse. "Fuck you! Fuck you! It's him!"
I scramble off the bed and grab one of the bottles of perfume off the dresser. I start hurling them at him one by one. He guards himself, but looks up as I throw the last bottle, which hits him with a sickening thud in the middle of his forehead. I grab a bottle off the floor and run over to the window, ripping the blinds off the window and hitting the glass as hard as I can. It won't break. Fuck fuck fuck. It won't fucking break!
Suddenly I am stopped and a pair of strong arms wraps around my waist, picking me up and hurling me at the ground. I feel a sharp pain shoot up my arm and cry out.
Noah stands over me leans down over me, pulling a switchblade out of his pocket. He flicks it open and pulls my shirt up, pressing it to my stomach and dragging it until it cuts deep into my skin. The pain is excruciating. I scream so loud that it feels like my voice almost goes out.
I can't move. I am so devoid of energy. I feel nothing. The pain from the deep cut is intense & almost numbing.
He rips my shirt off in one swift movement, but I don't have it in me to stop him...
A.N
Wow.
