bridges [h.s.]

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠

Someone rips the blindfold off of my face. My eyes are still in the middle of adjusting when a loud, british voice speaks out:

"Who the fuck is she?" 

I blink repeatedly to correct my vision, but there are too many bright headlights for my eyes to see who is speaking.

"Sir, you said Celia would be wearing a green dress, and she is?" I look over to see a young man, maybe a few years older than me. 

"You absolute fuckheads! Celia is blond and short! I also told you that Celia is in her 30s!" The british voice screams. 

The young man flinches at the volume of his voice. 

"I'm sorry, sir," he says quietly.

"You're sorry! What the fuck am I supposed to do with this girl?" He asks loudly. He's met with silence which he was not happy with.

Suddenly, a gun is whipped out from behind the angry man and he shoots the three men that were in the van with me. I watch as their bodies hit the floor.

I let out a scream from the terrifying sounds of gunshots that take me back to a night my mind has tried to block out for almost 11 years. 

I shut my eyes in instinct as I thought he would shoot me next. He obviously has no use for me, might as well kill me. 

Silence was all I heard, I slowly started to open my eyes. The lights still blinded me as I feel my elbow being tugged and I'm thrown out of the vehicle. I hit the cold ground and groan. I don't dare look up in fear. I stay silent to try and remain alive for as long as possible. 

"Take her to the basement, don't touch her till I know what to do with her," he orders. 

Some of the remaining men head towards me and pick up my body. I'm too drained to fight back, even though I want to. I am dragged through the building and down some concrete stairs. I'm thrown onto the wet floor. They cut the ropes that bound my hands together before leaving me alone. The men turn away and continue up the stairs. I watch as the door at the top of the stair shuts.

I'm left in the darkness. I can't see a thing. The only thing I can hear is the water droplets from what I assume is some kind of pipes.

I feel beyond helpless at this point. I let out a sob that I have been holding in since I woke up in the van.

My mind keeps going back to Heather. She's probably freaking out right now. If Heather was in my place I know she would be stronger. I'm too broken, emotionally to handle this. Heather was always the one to step up and take charge, except for tonight. She could tell I was going to handle it. But I didn't. The owner helped me. 

His beautiful green eyes fill my mind as I close my eyes. I can't stay awake anymore. I'm fighting my mind in trying to stay conscious. But I lose that battle and darkness takes over me, once again.

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I feel someone shaking my shoulder lightly, I flutter my eyes open only to be met with two very blue eyes. 

I shove them away and scoot back towards the wall. My back hits the wall and I groan.

I look around and notice the room has been illuminated from small windows at the top of the wall. The entire room is concrete and gray. My eyes slide back to the man who woke me up.

He looks nervous, like he's not supposed to be here. 

He has shaggy, light brown hair that frames his unnecessarily attractive face. His icy eyes are watching me carefully.