"Adriannah! You stupid Bitch!" He screamed as she walked away.
"Scream all you want honey, you're not going anywhere." She shouted back, no fault in her step, not even a slight turn of her head.
She left him there, chained up in the basement, his screams subdued by the closing door.
I watched as she came into the room, a wicked smile tugging at her rich red lips. I tugged at the ropes tying my hands together once more, but it only caused me pain and my wrists began to bleed again.
She stopped suddenly, slowly she turned around to face me. A wicked laugh escaped her lips as she strutted towards me.
"Claira, Claira, Claira." She whispered as she circled me.
"When will you learn?" Her face was only a few inches from mine now.
I gritted my teeth and stared at her.
"The silent treatment hey?" She said before turning around and heading into the next room.
The screams that filled the air were excruciating enough.
"Stop it stop it! Stop hurting my cousin!" Tears ran down my face and I could only hope that the pack was looking for us.
Adriannah waltzed into the room.
"You were never good at that game were you sweetie?"
I didn't reply.
"Come on Claire Bear, I know you remember…."
"Your mummy shoving you into the closet telling you to keep quiet, her screams as you watched her die."
"You were quite good at that game then weren't you?"
The tears running down my face were uncontrollable.
"But I guess you've lost your touch."
She smiled as she looked into my eyes. It seems as if my pain makes her happy, fucking bitch.
"Olivia, Sophia." She shouted.
Two girls came into the room. They looked about 16, maybe 17. The one on the left, Olivia, had deep dark brown hair, almost black and it fell down around her face in waves. She was short and her eyes were a bright blue, like the colour of a nice tropical ocean. Sophia, on the right, was almost the complete opposite, tall, blonde, deep brown eyes and a face that said 'don't fuck with me'. They both wore heels and black skinny jeans. They also were wearing identical tank tops, but that's not what caught my eye. The necklaces they wore, I could have sworn it was the Cullen crest.
It seems I must have tuned out for a bit because now they were untying me and shoving me into the next room.
They put me in another chair and when I looked up I saw my cousin. I saw Emily, sitting limp in the chair. Covered in blood, cuts, and bruises, I couldn't tell if she was still alive or not.
"Please, please…" I whimpered.
"Aww, little Clairey's crying again, awww." Mocked Adriannah.
I closed my eyes and prayed again, that everything would be ok.