OMC/G Bella!
Hey guys, Unlucky Chapter 13.
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I know you want to find out what happens so…
Chapter 13
A jolt threw me back to the present. The light was almost in touching distance at the time. Then there would have been no going back. I would have been happy with that, to get out of this horrible pain. The pain at the time was excruciating and someone stepped hard on my right leg. I gasped and sobbed as it sent shivers and sparks up my body.
'Good, you're not dead…yet!' a deep voice teased seriously. The bag still resided over my head. I could feel a nice bruised bump from where I'd been jolted back to life.
As I revelled in my pain, I tried to find little things that might give my attackers away, anything to try and get my mind off the pain. There were at least two, one male, one female. They were armed, guns and knives that had been confiscated? Or maybe given in a job? I had no idea, except that having two broken legs and tied up wrists is very painful. They sounded about my age but I wasn't 100 sure. They were strong…they carried me, didn't they? Well, Edward did that I suppose. I missed him a lot. My captors had access to alcohol, as in on my gag, so about 21-ish.
A couple of kicks in the stomach reminded me what pain and darkness felt like. I circled my shoulder, they cracked loudly. With a little more strength, and once I heard the person who had kicked me's footsteps fading away, I pulled at my wrist restraints. I eased the rope down my arm. Tension hung thick in the air. I twisted my hand into a good position to slip the rope off. I pushed and heaved the hope down my wrist and onto my hand. I waved it about slightly to make it reach the widest part of my hand. I paused completely tired from this my attempt so far. It might not sound much but after spending many nights in hospital unconscious and then not having eaten, having your wrists tied together, your ankles tied together, both your legs broken and being shattered and in more pain then should be allowed; it is a very, very good effort.
I breathed in deeply through my nose, which stung a bit. I was lucky I hardly ever got colds because then I would be dead by not being able to breath through a blocked nose. My stomach ached terribly from low food intake. The room, I hoped at least, was empty. It was a case of now or never. I choked a laugh, that was the title of one of my favourite songs. I slipped it over my thumb slowly and painfully with a lot of elbow grease. I only realised that I was sweating now it was over my thumb. I could it on my forehead, on the back of my neck and…well everywhere. Suddenly I thought about my need for the toilet which was nil but still. The pain in my legs was being overridden by sheer determination to break free.
The rope was stuck; I was too tired to push any more. I collapsed panting, which was hard I might add when through your nose and with an almost dry gag in your mouth, I'll say. I slumped against the wall behind me. The pain came back stronger than ever in my legs. It was hard to form coherent thoughts with so much pain. Darkness seemed my friend; I was becoming accustomed to it. I could no longer smell the blood, it must have dried. I was glad it was pitch black because then I couldn't see my obviously bloody mangled legs. I felt drained again.
I let unconsciousness draw me in again.
I didn't dream at all, luckily, I knew that if I did it would have been bad. I flexed my wrists, still nicely tied up… WAIT!! I rubbed my wrists together. Dang. They'd either realised and redone them up or I'd accidentally done it while I was sleeping. Hot tears filled up my blinded eyes. They slipped down to the bottom of the blindfold and got soaked up there. All my effort, every last ounce of my precious strength. I sobbed loudly. Footsteps entered the room.
'Why don't you just shoot her?' an angry male voice hissed.
'I…I…want to…but…can't!' another male voice replied, his voice shaky but vaguely familiar. There was a pause. Someone shuffled their feet.
'Don't look at me, I know her best out of any of us!' a female protested.
'I refuse to do it, so don't ask me. You know I don't need someone's blood on my hands. They already sort of suspect me,' another female complained, insistently. I knew all those voices from somewhere. One guy confessed to knowing me and so did a girl, she may be my friend or not, then why was she doing it? The sound of something metal being passed to someone loudly, broke me out of my reverie.
'Fine!' the first guy concluded almost shouting, he seemed to be the leader. Suddenly I realised what they were talking about…my death. All the things I'd never done came to mind: make out, make love, make a baby, get married, see mom, dad or Rose and Jasper, never get a degree, never go to work, never go shopping with Alice again, never see all my friends, never see the light of day. God it sounded sad but it was true. Tears choked me up. I'd never see Edward ever again. That was the worst thought.
My breaths were coming out short and sharp, the bag over my head didn't help much. The scent was disgusting, foul. I just wanted to throw up but the gag was in the way. I swallowed the bile that was rising in my throat and gulped. I hoped they realised I was missing soon, if not already. It might be too late and I was in serious need of rescuing.
A gun cocked nearby, the sound from visiting my real dad's police training days was unmistakeable. At least it would be quick, I thought sullenly. The bag was lifted from my head quickly and the blindfold ripped from my eyes. The lights were freaking blinding; I forgot how bright they were as I had gotten so used to the dark. After a couple of tense silent minutes, my vision cleared enough to see that I was face to face with a rather terrifying looking gun. I gulped rather hard.
HELP ME, SAVE ME, I thought in vain hope.
So there's where the preface comes in.
Dun, dun duuuuuuuuuuun.
Mwahahaha. I've still got my evil side.
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Beth
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