My Blood

Her Past

*Trigger warning. This chapter talks about sexual assault against women and murder. Readers discretion is advised. *

I was halfway through my story when Dad decides to ask a question. "What do you remember after that?"

I continue from where I left off. "While Bella and I were unconscious, he managed to move us to another place because when I woke up, I remember waking up in a warehouse with chains on our necks. Everytime I think about what he said, I get chills down my spine."

-Flashback begins-

"Come on Lily! Wake up! Don't be dead."

Even though my head was hurting badly, I managed to open my eyes to see Bella kneeling away from me. She was in her bra and underwear and there was a long chain around her neck. I look down at my appearance and saw that I was in my bra and underwear with a chain around my neck as well. I look around the room that we were in and I noticed that we were in a big warehouse and the chains around our necks were connected to hooks on the far side of the warehouse. Bella was on the left side of the warehouse and I was on the right side.

After I finished analyzing the room, I looked back over to Bella, who looks completely terrified. "Where the hell are we?"

Bella shakes her head frantically. "I have no idea. I'm trying to listen to anything I hear outside, but all I'm hearing are boat noises and seagulls. So based on what Uncle Fin and Auntie Liv taught us, we're in some place by the ocean."

Even though I couldn't physically comfort her, I still spoke to her with a calm but shaky tone. "Bella. Bella look at me." I snap my fingers, which made Bella look over at me. "We're gonna make it out of here. I swear Bella. We're gonna go home."

"What makes you think that you'll escape from me?"

Bella and I look over to the entrance of the warehouse, where our kidnapper is standing with his hands in his pockets.

I shake my head in fear. "Who are you? And what do you want with us?"

The man stares at Bella with an intense stare. "Well, I originally intended to kidnap your friend Bella , but something about you captivated me. So, I decided to keep you to humor me. Now" He pulls out a small bottle with green nail polish from his right jacket pocket. "Lets have some fun." With an malicious look on his face, he starts to walk over to Bella. Bella tries to crawl away from him, but he manages to grab her by the foot and pull her towards him.

I shout at him. "Noooooo."

-Flashback ends-

I shake my head with tears in my eyes as I continued with the story. "I tried to scream to make him stop, but he wouldn't listen. He raped her right in front of me." I start sobbing and Eric walks over to me and wraps his arms around me in a comforting manner. Even though my eyes were closed shut with tears, I could still tell that everyone was staring at me with a sympathetic look on their faces.

Erin starts to talk. "You don't have to continue the story if it hurts too much."

I shake my head and start to continue. "No it's okay. I need to get this out." I wipe the tears from my eyes and continue my story. "After he was finished with her, he has this evil look on his face. Almost like he took pride from our pain. Then he strangled her until she couldn't breathe anymore." I took a breath in and continued with the story. "After he killed her, he raped me twice. Both times, he forced me to look at her corpse while he violated me. When he was finished, he told me that 'you will always be my favorite of them all'. Then he left me to die. He left me in that warehouse with Bella's body. Every time I close my eyes, I can still smell her decomposing body. I was in that warehouse for 8 days before Uncle Fin and Auntie Liv found me. I was so malnourished and delirious that they had to put me into a medically induced coma. I didn't wake up for a week.

"When I woke up, Auntie Liv had already called in the BAU from Quantico to help with the case. Turns out we weren't his only victims. Even though we had the strength of the FBI and SVU, they never found Bella's killer. I have spent 9 years of my life looking over my shoulder in fear that he would come after me and finish the job. 9 years thinking that Bella died because of me. That's my past and if you can't handle putting the pieces back together, then don't try to fix me."

After I finish that statement, I walk through the crowd of people and walk down the stairs of the 21st Precinct to my Chicago home.