This is not going to plan. I'm back but I have to leave in 2 weeks for a holiday. I'll try to do as many chapters as possible, okay? There's no need to worry or be upset. Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapters. It means a lot. I'm trying my best with this story, so please try and tell me how I could improve in the reviews. Enjoy :)
Sam's POV
I was afraid. Ever since Victor mentioned rape and me in the same sentence, I was absolutely terrified. I kept quiet ever since. In fact, I haven't talked for an hour. I haven't even made a noise. Not a cough. Not a sneeze. Even my eyes were so wide open that I don't remember blinking. What if he comes in and looks at me? What if he rapes me? I just had an idea - If Victor decided to rape me, I'll bite his dick off. Simple as. I bet he doesn't even have a dick. My Freddie-baby has the super dick. I want my Freddie…
I rolled my eyes at the thought of Freddie coming. Of course, he wouldn't come. He wouldn't come when I'll be alive. What a disappointment. All this time I was silently crying. I just couldn't stop because it hurt to know that I'm already dying. Victor only wants to get revenge for his brother. I was only protecting Freddie. That's why I killed John. That douche bag doesn't understand that, I bet he didn't even love his brother. All this time, my blood was boiling and I kept quiet to just explode.
I groaned loudly and kicked a nearby wall, hurting my foot but still groaning in anger. The chains prevented me from running away and the rain drops were falling onto my wet hair, some were dripping in a little puddle next to me, making an irritating sound. It sounded like I was in a cave. "I HATE YOU!" All of a sudden, I felt brave as if I wasn't in the danger zone. I wasn't even bothered that I could be killed right now. The sooner the better. I kicked my legs around like a nutcase who was trying to escape from the mental hospital. "AHHHH!" Every inch of my body was shaking uncontrollably, trying to throw away the anger.
Suddenly, just as I suspected Victor rushed into the room, his eyes glaring daggers at me. "Shut up!" He grabbed me by the neck and squeezed it hard. I couldn't help but cough at the time, but then I took in as much breath that I could manage and kicked him repeatedly in the stomach. His grip loosened as he grunted in pain, clenching his stomach with his free hand but he still refused to let go of my neck. Now I was kicking his hand which tried to cover his stomach. It was already bleeding. Thank God I wore heels.
Victor tore his hand away from my neck and gripped my ankle, holding it firmly until I stopped kicking. I could breathe properly again. What a relief. But I still couldn't calm down. I struggled under the chains, screaming my head off and accidentally kicking, punching, head butting and biting Victor in the process. If this was a video game, I would have the highest score.
I don't know what got into me at that moment but I couldn't blame myself. Anybody would do what I did if they were brave enough. I felt the chains loosen around me slightly and widened my eyes, my heart beating fast in anticipation, my mind thinking that I actually had a chance of getting away. I didn't want to show it though, so I continued struggling, pretending that the chains weren't even moving. Victor fell to the floor and groaned, clutching his head as I kicked him, making a little red mark of blood turn into a puddle around him.
By now, the chains were in my lap and I could move my arms around. The first thing I did was stretch because my muscles were so tightly together that it began to be painful. I looked down at Victor to see him sucking in sharp breaths and trying to sit up. Automatically, I kicked him in the face with my heel, causing him to fall back and scream.
I took this chance and darted up, getting on all my fours as I was too tired to stand up straight away. I felt him grab my ankle and pull me back slightly. "No!" I screamed weakly, yet bravely. I kicked my leg around, getting out of his grip. I looked forward and saw the opened door. There was darkness. I am way too close. I can't give up now.
Freddie's POV
My heart was beating out of my chest. I was standing twenty yards from Victor's shed, a tree in front of me to hide. It was strange. I didn't see any of Victor's "army" yet. What was going on? My gun was in my hand, ready to shoot anything that got in my way of finding my poor baby. I guess now I know how she felt when I was here.
I sighed and looked straight at the shed. There was no sound. It was too quiet. But then I heard a loud scream. It was a girl's scream. Oh, shit. Fuck the plan, I'm going in. I sped off towards my destination. "Freddie, no!" Ross yelled from behind me. The yell echoed through the forest and it seemed like it was the sound making the leaves on the trees sway. Not the wind. I ignored Ross and ran straight into the shed. And then I saw her.
Sam's POV
I started crawling as fast as I could towards the exit, not minding the fact that my knees are going to be all bruised later on. There were small pieces of glass on the floor, they dug into my knees and my bare hands, making me whimper in pain. I can't slow down. I just have to keep crawling.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my thigh and couldn't help but to scream loudly. This stopped me from crawling. I fell to the ground on my tummy, groaning. Fearing what has just happened, I turned around quickly and saw a knife stabbed into my leg. Victor was holding the knife and smirking at me. "Still want to get away?" He asked, laughing a little at the end. Well, that was freaky. His face was covered in blood and yet he was still smiling. It's a living nightmare. I tried to ignore the pain, but it was too hard. I moved my leg in the direction of the door and screamed loudly. Victor's hand was still holding the knife and he was pulling it towards him. I felt my skin rip further along with my muscles. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Alright, now was the time. It took all the strength I had to kick once again with my injured leg. He finally pulled the knife out of my leg and groaned to himself at the newest sensation of pain in his eye.
Suddenly, cold air hit my face as if somebody stopped sharply in front of me. I turned my head to the door and then up slowly. It was Freddie. Was I dreaming? He actually came. I was afraid to blink as if he would disappear right in front of me. "Freddie.." I whispered weakly and he immediately kneeled down in front of me. I saw a tear roll down his cheek slowly.
"Baby…" He whispered back. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ross run in, jumping on top of Victor, screaming like he was in the World War battle. I would roll my eyes but now wasn't the right moment. I drew my attention back to my leg and looked at it, wincing a little.
Freddie blanked out everything that was going on and wrapped his arms around me gently, obviously afraid that he'll hurt me. "It's okay…" I said. "I'm okay." He hugged me tighter and sighed in relief, but then brought his hand down to my leg, staining his hand with my blood.
"Your leg." He spoke up, turning his head and looking at Ross. "Ross!" It's funny how he's more concerned about my leg than my face. It's bruised and everything after all. Maybe my leg was way too injured. I couldn't see very well. Everything became blurry. I guess it was the blood loss. Woah, now I felt dizzy. Yep, there I go… I heard Freddie's faint voice in the back of my head shouting my name, but I couldn't reply.
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