The Broken One

Chapter 12

SAM POV 

As I stood under the steaming water I cherished how the beads of water washed over my broken skin. It helped provide me with the warmth and relaxation that I needed.

The last few months had been hell. In fact, hell would be a kind way to describe what I had been through with Eli. He had hurt be beyond compare - abusing me everyday and encouraging his friends to join in with what he saw as 'festivities' whether that be to hit, kick, rape or break me in any way they deemed fit. Just over a month ago I had begged Eli to let me go, however he of course responded with his usual speech about how much I needed him and how I was better of where I was - by his side. Of course it had never occurred to me before, but I was finally beginning to see his words as what they truly were. Lies. Lies he told again and again in order to manipulate me into doing as he pleased at every given moment. All that rubbish that he had fed me had finally succeeded up until he finally took it too far, beyond repair.

After I tried to escape he locked me in his room. He would be gone for days at a time, leaving me unfed and lonely with nothing to do but think about what I had gotten myself into. I was trapped. The door was locked and the windows were far too high to survive any jump out of them. I wanted to leave this place alive. 

So I began to think about everything that I could possibly to that would have a positive outcome and ensure my escape. And luckily for me, it all went perfectly. 

"Sam?"

I heard Eli's voice ring out as he called for me, but I stayed deadly still in my position behind the door. Just as I had hoped Eli took out anything that he was hiding in his pockets, placing it all on the bed side table. That included his gun.

As if he wanted to make it easy for me, he headed straight to the bathroom door that was at the other side of the bedroom since the room had an ensuit. I had strategically turned on the shower so that upon his return, Eli would simply presume I was in there washing myself. 

Just as he opened the door I came out from my hiding spot and grabbed the gun in two shaking hands. If there was anything that I'd learnt from the guys, it was how to use and identify guns. For instance just by looking at it I knew that this was a Colt 1911 and by it's weight I could tell it was loaded, ready for me to shoot if I needed to.

"Sam?!"

Eli's voice got louder and angrier, indicating that he now knew that I was not actually in the bathroom. Perfect. Now I had the upper hand.

"Where the fuck is she-"

He stopped mumbling to himself as soon as I came out from behind my hiding space, gun raised, pointing towards him with my finger on the trigger- ready to kill at any given moment.

"Woah..."

He raised his hands above his head, showing me that he was defenseless. I liked this Eli, the weak and vulnerable one who had no hold over me whatsoever. He was completely at my mercy, compliant and all. Isn't it funny how people change when there's a gun pointed to their head? 

"Unlock the fucking door Eli!"

I spoke loud and clear while still trying to keep my composure. I didn't know if the other guys were in the house or if we were alone. Either way I wasn't about to risk drawing any attention towards myself by making too much noise. This was my only chance to escape, if this failed then God so help me. I knew he'd kill me.