AN: This is a new story I've been working purely Naomily, there are no other pairings focused on. They may be mentioned but this is about Naomily. Now the theme of this story is rather rough, it is something that is slightly based on my life emphasis on slightly I've completely dramatized it, but I won't know if you want me to continue if you don't leave reviews so please do so.
Scars
Prologue
The room was spinning and there was black at the edges of my eyes. My hands and ankles were aching from the rusted metal pressed firmly against them, and the crook under my elbow was stinging from the infection all those needles have caused.
I let my head droop forward and tried to close my eyes so I wouldn't have to see his face. I felt his wrinkly hands on my chest caressing it.
"You've become old," he murmured. "You were perfect when you were 15. I'll have to find a new girl."
I didn't say a word just let out a pleading sob.
"You want me to set you free?" He growled.
I whimpered.
He laughed, this horrible low laugh and heard his footsteps as he walked behind me. "You're asking for too much love. Mm, do you remember when I took you this way?"
I let out a sob and opened my eyes knowing it would be the last thing I'd ever see. My vision was still blurry from whatever he injected into my blood stream, but I didn't need to see perfectly. The room hasn't changed in two years: dimly lit, moldy basement with not a single clean surface,
I felt a sharp sting on my back as the leather cracked. I cried out in agony. The wounds were still fresh from yesterday's beating so the hits were doubly excruciating.
Three more hits were delivered swiftly and I felt my knees buckle. The chains on my wrists held me up and I let out another strangled cry.
I felt his body behind me pressing against my back and I felt a blade pressing against my stomach.
"I'm going to gut you like a pig so no one can ever find you beautiful," he hissed in my ear. His disgusting breath made me want to vomit. "You are mine."
"Ahh!" I screamed as the blade sliced down my stomach in one long line. "Please," I finally spoke.
"No more silent treatment now?" He said running the bloody blade over my inner thighs.
"Please, just kill me quick, please."
"You want a quick death?" He said slicing my right inner thigh with the blade. It was even more painful that I could have ever imagined.
I sobbed loudly and begged again, "please Foster, kill me quick, I beg you."
He brought the blade to my throat. "Say my first name Emily, say it the way I like it and I'll slit your throat now. Quick."
I felt tears streaming down my face and I closed my eyes. "Please do it John, my Johnny."
"Good girl," he murmured. I readied myself for pain, but instead I felt the blade move away.
"N-no," I sobbed.
"Don't worry Emily," he said moving away from me. "Open your eyes."
I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of me with a nasty sneer on his face.
"I keep my promises Emily," he said softly, "I will make it quick, but I want my face to be the last thing you see."
I gulped and let out a sob. Everything happened in a flash. The basement door flew open and Foster looked towards it in surprise. A body slammed into him hard sending the blade flying from his hands.
"GET AWAY FROM HER YOU FOOKIN' BASTARD!"
I recognized that voice but I couldn't connect the dots. My mind was hazy and I could barely see through my tears.
There was someone in front of me but I could barely see him. He spoke in a soft tone that calmed me down. "Emily, it's okay Emily, you're safe now."
I blinked my eyes and looked right into his brown eyes. His sliky brown hair was a bit longer than two years ago when I had been kidnapped but his kind face still looked the same. "Freddie," I croaked.
"Shh," he said softly taking off his jacket.
I saw the other guy tying the unconscious Foster to my other set of chains, the ones that held me in my sleep. He pulled the keys out of Foster's pocket and stood up growling, "fockin cunt."
Suddenly I connected the voice: Cook.
"The police are on their way Emily," Freddie said softly. "He will go to jail for the rest of his life."
"Emily," Cook said running to Freddie's eyes. His eyes looked so crazed and full of tears as he hand Freddie the keys because his hands were trembling too much. I felt Freddie unlocking the chains around my wrists as Cook said, "I'm sorry Emily." He burst into tears. "You were so drunk and I gave you the MDMA I should have taken care of you."
My wrists ached as they were released from their metal prison and I fell forward against Freddie, my knees unable to keep me standing.
He held me firm as Cook shifted in his spot anxiously. "Unlock her feet mate," Freddie said keeping his calm.
"Cook," I breathed as he unlocked my ankles, "not your fault."
"Red," Cook sobbed in protest, "I should've..."
"Not your fault," I said louder even though my voice was raspy and cracking.
"Shh, don't talk Emily, don't talk," Freddie soothed draping his jacket over my naked body and carrying me into his arms.
Cook held my hand and walked beside Freddie as he carried me out of the basement. We went through Foster's house that I had only seen the night of the kidnapping when he carried me through it.
Cook let go of my hand and walked in front of us backwards making sure Freddie didn't bump my head into anything. He looked so worried and guilty; he truly blamed himself for two years.
The morning light hurt my eyes and I squinted to adjust to it. I felt the heat on my skin and I burst into tears. I never thought I'd feel it again.
"Emily! What's wrong?" Cook cried.
"Shh, it's alright Emily, everything is okay now," Freddie said holding me closer to him.
"Was she there?"
It was a feminine voice: cool, smooth, and calm. Could only be...
"Yeah Effy, open the car door, we need to get her to a hospital," Freddie said.
"Emily?"
Another voice. A familiar one. One I never thought I'd hear again. One that used to annoy me but I've missed so much in that basement.
"Katie," I breathed. My tears turned into sobs and I screamed out as loud as my hoarse voice could allow, "Katie!"
I heard a sob and Cook was nearly shoved aside as my sister ran to me in a fit of tears. She had deep bags under her eyes and she was sobbing so hysterically it actually hurt my heart. I felt her hands touching my cheeks and her lips kissing my forehead and nose as if she had found the most valuable object in the entire world.
"Emily, Emily, oh God Emily," Katie breathed desperately.
"I thought I'd never see you again," I said wrapping an arm around her neck weakly. I want to hug her, I wanted a famous Fitch hug from her and I wanted her to hold me until all the pain went away.
She leaned her forehead against mine understanding what I wanted. I heard loud sirens but they were muffled. I was having a hard time staying conscious.
"The police are here," Effy said though she sounded distant, like she was a million miles away.
"Emily? Emily! What's wrong with her?" Katie cried in panic.
"She's lost a lot of blood, come on we gotta get her to a hospital," Freddie said.
I felt my body moving and I felt Katie grabbing my hand and crying.
Someone said, "I'll drive," but I couldn't tell who. Then everything went dark.
AN: So? Too much? Continue yay or nay?