The Monster

by BenjaBacca

Don't let it take over! I flop onto my bed and sob even more then I already am. Don't let it. I feel it happening, I feel myself falling farther into the hole that is my depression. I finally give up. There's no reason to fight against it anymore. The inner monster always wins anyways.

11. Chapter 11

Are you guys even enjoying this anymore? I think I might end it... Comment lettig me know if you guys still enjoy this. This may be my last chapter for a little because I'm grounded from my computer.

~BenjaBacca

I was woken up in the middle of the night by some one grabbing me. Rough hands. Not Mitch's. "Who the fuck are you?" I say.

"I found you! You're coming back home and you are never leaving again! No more going out for you!" Shit. It's John. He pulls me out of the bed and I struggle to leave his grasp. He ties my hands behind my back and I get pulled to the living room. I scream. "Mitch! Help! Mit-" I'm cut off by John tieing a gag so I can't talk. I keep struggling, hopeing that someone hears me. I get pulled out to a car and thrown into the trunk. Mitch must have heard. At least enough to know what happenned so he can help me. No, I don't want him to help. He could get hurt. All good things have an end. And this is the end of me being protected by Mitch. Tears threaten to fall. I let them. I love you Mitch, no matter what. When I get pulled back into the old house. This time he throws me into the basement. He pulls off my gag but not my arm tie. John ties my legs. He grabs a belt and holds it threateningly.

"Now without your gag I can hear you screams. Your boyfriend isn't here to protect you anymore." That's when John whips me with the belt. I let out a little cry. I hope Mitch knows what happenned. I hope he's smart enough not to come after me. He whips me again and pain shoots through my body. He keeps going for a while until he decides to leave back upstairs. I don't sleep. I think of Mitch. I'm just thankful John didn't take Mitch instead of me. He's never gone through this stuff, I'm used to it. Plus, I don't want him to get hurt, ever. "Mitch, I love you." I whisper to myself. I longe to feel his warm embrace.

This goes on for two days. He's whipping me more often. Ive started crying or screaming out when he does it. For Mitch, I'll stay strong for Mitch. On the third day I'm really loud. It hurts so much. I've started bleeding when he whips me. I cry out in pain and agony for the 20th time today. Upstairs I hear something. Someone is here. They beginto walk down the stairs and I see who it is.

"Mitch... run!" I say hoarsely.

"Ellie!" Mitch says. John picks me up and holds a gun to my head.