Brielle Cavanaugh's POV
"So why do you need me to come over?" I asked Charlotte through the phone.
"Because without your help I'm going to fail my Maths exam!" Charlotte exclaimed. "Besides I haven't started writing notes and I'm sure you already have them."
I scoffed. "So you just assume I already have all the notes done."
"Well do you?" Charlotte enquired.
"Err, that's not the point." I sighed. "Fine, I'll be at your house in around two hours."
"Yay!" Charlotte squealed. "You Brielle Cavanaugh are a lifesaver."
"Don't forget it." I joked. "See you soon."
"Bye Bri." Charlotte said. I hung up the phone and placed it on my nightstand.
I glanced down at the tracksuit pants and pyjama top I was currently wearing and decided to get changed. I quickly pulled on a skirt. I then tugged my pyjama top over my head. I gasped upon seeing the bruises again. It had been a few days but they still hadn't faded at all. The gash on my arm was still prominent and I had to keep it bandaged up. I had still refrained from telling anyone about what Dean had done. Even after I found out that my friends had been getting texts from A too. I was still worried Dean would hurt me again if he found out that I told anyone.
I prodded at a particularly large bruise that had settled on my stomach and I winced at the pain that followed.
Suddenly the door creaked open and I quickly pulled a sweater on so my bruises would be covered.
"Brielle?" Tessa questioned as she wandered into the room. "Who's A?"
I whirled around and gawked at my little sister in shock. "What! Why?"
Tessa observed me in confusion. "Um, a person called A left a letter for you."
"Did you see what they looked like?" I pressed.
"No, they just left a letter that's all. I only know it's from A because it says in on the front."
I thanked my sister and gingerly took the letter from her hands. To be honest I was extremely worried that A had sent me a bomb that was going to go off as soon as I opened the letter.
I shut the door and walked over to my desk. I took a seat and then broke the seal of the letter. Slipping the paper out I examined the contents.
Ouch!
Dean sure can pack a punch.
Who knew you'd be on the receiving end?
-A
I groaned and tugged my sweater closer to my body. I quickly ripped up the letter and stuffed it in the bottom of my trashcan.
I was so sick of A. Needing to clear my head I grabbed my boots and headed outside.
I walked slowly down the street. The sun was starting to go down and the sky had turned grey. I realised how late it was getting so I decided to head towards Charlottes house.
My boots were making clicking sounds on the concrete. I only realised there were two sets of footsteps when it was too late.
One minute I was walking the next minute a hand had clamped around my mouth enabling me from screaming. I bit the person's finger and they quickly let go. I ran forward in an attempt to get away but was yanked my back by my hair. Tears spiked my eyes as I struggled to break free. Someone hit me on the head and it didn't take to long for the world to go black.
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When I woke up I didn't know where I was. From the looks of it I was in some kind of basement. Probably in some abandoned building. I struggled to move and cried out in pain when I felt something dig into my wrist. I turned my head so I could look in the direction of my hands, they were bound by some kind of rope and secured behind my back to a wooden pillar. I attempted to move my legs but gave up when I realised they were also bound together. My head was throbbing and I felt a steady flow of blood ooze from the gash of my forehead. The crimson blood trickled down my face and dripped onto my shirt. I tried to scream but instead found myself unable to project sound. I had unfortunately been gagged with what seemed to be a dirty rag, I shuddered at the thought of the germs that had now invaded my mouth.
