𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

c h a p t e r 15

logastellus -
a person whose love of words is greater than their knowledge of words

*bella's pov*
it has now almost been a month and no one has still come down. i was hungry, tired, and thirsty. there were so many times i felt like i was going to die, it scared me.

i could barely sleep at night, thinking i was going to die in my sleep. i just listened to the owls hooting and the trains passing by. my uncle slept in front of me with his gun right next to him and my switch in his pocket.

he had hurt me. he cut my arms and legs. i got slapped multiple times in the face. my hands were tied to a chair and so were my ankles. almost every night i was freezing.

after the first night of not having me be tied up, he didn't trust me and immediately put me back in the chair.

i had on the clothes i left with, which had been black sweatpants, black converse, and a black short sleeve shirt. i would be shivering the whole night and he never gave a damn.

then one day we had been talking. "why are you doing this? i still don't understand." i told him shaking my head and looking out the window.

he then came close to me and lifted my chin to look at him. "it isn't for me darling, it's for your mother." he said then taking out the blade and putting it lightly over my cheek. i was never going to call her my mother.

"she isn't my mother." i told him jerking away. he laughed. "yes she is." he said.

"no she isn't! if she was my mother, i wouldn't be here now. she is on drugs and you aren't even helping her. you're helping her by hurting me." i told him straight up. his smirk went to a mad face. he grabbed my chin forcefully and then held the blade harder on my cheek making blood slowly trickle down my face.

"don't ever say something like that about your mother." he told me. i quickly jerked away from him and he walked off slightly laughing. i didn't know why i deserved this. my mother honestly did.

i respected her and i helped her for when she came home shit faced. and this is what i get in return. yeah i so love you to mom. a little sorry wasn't going to work this time.

suddenly i heard cars pulling up. three to be exact. multiple guys stepped out of the cars. i felt somewhat relieved but still was scared.

my uncle must of heard because he came rushing in. then the guys all came rushing up to the church. oh my gosh. it was the gang and buck.

suddenly soda came in with everyone except dally, darry, and buck following. then the gun was put to my head. it was held there and everything felt like it froze.

"come closer and i will shoot!" my uncle yelled. a single tear rolling down my cheek. "there ain't no need for that buddy." soda said trying to come closer.

soon the gun was dropped because someone had come up behind my uncle and got him down. it must of been dally, buck, and darry.

pony and soda rushed over and got the ropes off of me and pony picked me up bridal style running as fast as he could to the truck.

steve, tow-bit, and johnny got in the other truck while soda, pony, and i all got into darry's. pony was in the back with me still holding me bridal style. i could smell the cologne he put on and it put a small smile on my face.

he cupped my cheek making me look at him. he had a tear rolling down his cheek. "don't cry...pony." i said faintly.

"i'm sorry, i just thought we would never see you again." he told me wiping his tear away. i smiled lightly.

i could feel his chest going up and down, it was honestly soothing. i closed my eyes, though i never fully fell asleep.

pony by now had calmed down and was softly caressing my head. his touch made me light up on the inside.

but soon my eyes shut and became very heavy. i drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.