A/NOk, this chapter follows Chantelle and David, what happened and where they went after leaving jeff and dixie's home, please leave a review and let me know what you think xox
Chantelle leaned back in the car chair, she was fiddling with the loose thread thread of the black cardigan she was wearing. Trying to distract herself, she had no hope left in her, she was carefully watching all the country roads David was driving down. She had no clue of where they were, there was no small country pubs, nothing, either side of them was just field.
Her hand was shaking, as she took hold of her locket around her neck, the only thing she had of her mother, she was just 1 when her parents crashed. The locket was given to her mother by her farther, her mother left in her will that she wanted the locket left to her. Chantelle always went back to it whenever she was feeling scared or lonely.
Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, if her mother was alive now what should she say to her? Call her a failure? Loser? All she wanted right now was to see her mothers face, hoping that she would guide her in the right direction, as much as she tried nothing happened. She saw nothing, after failing after several attempts she gave up and opened her eyes again.
Looking out her window she shivered, there was no fields anymore, just woods. Lots of tall trees either side of them, trapping the darkness and stopping light coming in.
"David... I thought we were leaving Holby?" She plucked up the courage to ask, it had seemed they had made their way into the holby woods, why were they there?
"I am... You're not" At that moment he pulled off the road, coming to a stop into a small abandoned car park at the side of the road.
Chantelle held her breath, lips pressed together as she tried to think, this was it. Had her life really come to this? Being taken to an abandoned Car park at sunset by her so called, 'loving' boyfriend. David turned to face her, still having a strong grip on the knife.
"Babe, remember when I first met you?" He asked, Chantelle was taken by surprise, she hadn't expected that question, she swallowed before opening her mouth to reply.
"Yes... At the Greenland pub, I was the bar maid that night"
"The most beautiful, the moment I set eyes on you, I knew that I had to have you. Chantelle everything I have done, I have done for us, do you understand?" He cupped her cheek, forcing her to look him in the eye.
"I know, I know I have been a selfish cow recently... I'm sorry" she leaned herself closer to him, hugging his arm to try and make him forgive her.
"Why go to your boss's house when you have me at home waiting for you"
"I just needed space... Space to think"
"Why? You're not woman enough to break up with me face to face so you give me the silence treatment, that's the lowest of the low Chantelle" He spoke harshly, she could see his muscles tensing as he was getting angry.
"I was always going to come back to you David... Really I was"
"Bullshit. Why?"
"Because I love you. You know I love you" This part was truth, no matter what he did, even if he killed her that night, she loved him. She couldn't help it, she would always love him.
"Prove it" David spat, looking out the windscreen,
"How?" She whispered
"Look, listen, we make love, here and now... Then we can just forget about this whole little incident at holby then move on. Okay?"
"Here... In the middle of the woods, David it's going to be freezing out there" Chantelle pulled back a little, she knew there was going to be a catch, there always was a catch with David around, nothing was ever that simple.
"Chantelle I don't think you understand me... This wasn't a request... Either way we will and I repeat will have sex here, after that I don't know" He looked away from the windscreen then looked at Chantelle, fear and defeat shone in her eyes, he loved seeing her so scared and frightened, in a way it made him pleased he had so much control over her.
"Please I..."
"Shut up! Get out the car..." He shouted the first part, Chantelle leaned against the door, shivering.
"But..."
"Didn't you hear me? I said get out the car..." His voice was softer now, but it still had the same demanding tone. Chantelle got out, she didn't need to be told a third time. Opening the door, she shivered as the cold air caressed her cheek. She wrapped her arms defensively around herself, waiting for David to get out.
Once he did, he went around the car to her, she noticed he still had the knife firmly in his hand. His other hand took hold of her wrist, tightly holding it as he dragged her further and further into the tree's, she knew there was no point struggling, he was far too strong for her. That and he was the one with the knife.
"David..." She whispered, she felt him let go of her wrist, but she was pushed up against the tree, her head being pushed against the hard bark, his Body pinning her to the tree. She felt his hot breath on her neck, he began to kiss her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She cried when he pushed her to the ground, ripping off her leggings and underwear. She felt the cold wind hit her legs and the sharp grass and twigs cut into her. She could do nothing as he pushed himself on top of her, making her take all his weight, all she could do was try to black herself out emotionally think of something else.
By the time he got off her, it was completely dark, the cold night had settled in and it had began to rain ever so slightly. She was too weak to pick herself up from the floor, all she could do was lie there in the cold and exposed.
David was standing above her, looking down at her. He zipped up his jeans, then took the knife he had placed on the grass.
"David... Please don't do this..." She began to cry more, she was shaking knowing this was it. Before she could say anything else he stamped on her stomach, making her cry out in agony as he continued doing it, slowly she felt her ribs cracking a stabbing feeling inside her body. Silent tears were rolling down her face from the pain that he was causing her.
Once he finished stamping on her, he crouched down, weakly Chantelle could make out a smirk across his face, as a beam of moonlight shone on him.
"I'm sorry about this Chantelle... I really am, I loved you so much" He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, it was then that Chantelle felt a cutting sensation in her lower stomach, she gasped feeling a hot liquid run from her stomach. Placing her hands there, she felt a long deep cut that was bleeding heavily, David then stood up and began to run away from her, she tried to call out to him, but she was in so much pain she shouldn't speak. She rested her head on the cold leafs and fern, looking at the moon. She held onto her stomach, trying desperately to stop the bleeding, but she just felt it ooze and leak between her fingers. She was crying, so frightened and scared, she would have given anything for Dixie and Jeff to be with her now, but she Knew they wouldn't come.
But she had done it to protect Dixie, if she could change time she would have still gone with David. She closed her eyes as weakness and blackness overcome her, seeing her life flash before her eyes. Everything she had accomplished, her B maths GCSE. Her and her best friend sneaking into prom because they didn't have enough money for the ticket, she was weakly smiling at that part. Her 18th birthday, her best friend surprised her with a party, that was the night she first properly got drunk, she remembered how bad her hang over was in the morning. The night she had met David, she wasn't supposed to be going in the bar to work that evening, what would have happened if she said no? Non of this would have happened, she would have never met David.
Then came the most recent memories, meeting Jeff and Dixie. When she first met them, she found Jeff throwing pick and mix sweets and Dixie, trying to get her to admit she ate the last slice of chocolate cake. Then waking up in hospital finding Dixie sat next to her, she regretted throwing Dixie and Jeff out, they must have hated her because of it. Opening her eyes weakly she was back in present time, looking down at herself she was still bleeding, still in pain. Tears were streaming down her face, knowing nobody was ever going to find her, she was going to die there alone and scared. All she could do was wait and hope, hope that someone would come and find her, But looking down on herself she saw the amount of blood she had lost, she didn't have that much time. Her hope was quickly fading, as was her consciousness.
