A/N: Thank you guys for your reviews they are so great! Also thanks to those that said get well! Molly92: I hope you feel better too! And to Kat: I don't think it's creepy, im quite flattered :P LOL anyways Thanks again! Love you guys! FYI this chapter is a smidge short, but I think you'll like it… Or at least I hope so! Oh btw, according to reviews my French was right last time or at least close, so I took another go at it, NOT GUARANTEEING ITS RIGHT! LOL Btw: Emily's POV…
"Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair."
―Ann Brashares,My Name Is Memory
Emily shivered. This room was so cold, so bright, so hard. After a few days, she'd managed to sit up. Then a few more she'd managed to stand. She was in a large, cement room with a metal toilet in the far corner, nothing else; one heavy metal door with a dead bolt that locked from the outside. There was no way out. She'd tried everything. After the initial shock had worn off she'd done her damndest to figure out how to escape. This was proving difficult, due to the foggy haze her brain was constantly kept in. At first she'd thought barbiturates, but she'd clearly noticed the signs of heroine… She was in a panic every time because of the baby.
She'd been beaten quite a few times, just to shut her up, she assumed, and to keep her weak and vulnerable, but strangely there had been no further rape. She'd been expecting it, ready to fight back this time, but it never came which quite baffled her. The profiler in her was trying to figure out, why it had been done to her in the first place. The woman behind this was clearly not sexually motivated, so rape seemed… odd. She'd lost track of how many days she'd been here now. Every day she prayed and prayed, cried out for Ian. But he hadn't come… She'd screamed for him for hours after she'd discovered she'd been violated, beaten again even more to stop her screaming. She knew he couldn't hear her. But she still cried out for him… After a few days though, she'd started to lose hope. She could feel despair sinking in, and she noticed it even more when the drugs were wearing off.
She paced frantically, biting the skin around her nails. She'd bitten the nails so much they bled. She had to figure a way out of here. She'd had no further visits from Liam's sister, whose name she still didn't know. She'd only seen the 3 men who brought the needles and the assaults to her body. She thanked them for the heroine though, it kept the pain to a minimum…until it wore off. She knew her ankle was broken, and her left hand. Her ankle had been snapped by one of them as they stomped on it, and her hand had been broken one day when she was feeling froggy and had decided swinging on the biggest man had been a good idea. She'd got him good, right in the jaw, which unfortunately for her, seemed to be constructed of steel.
She wrapped her arms around herself as she paced. She knew she should not be walking around on her ankle, but she couldn't feel it at the moment. All she could feel was cold. And emptiness. She felt any feelings she had for Ian dissipate, her hopelessness ate at her constantly. Part of her thought that Ian was not coming because all he'd wanted was Declan. That this woman had done him a favor by getting her out of the way. Her inner demons told her Ian wasn't coming for her because she was not a crucial part to his plan, he'd only cared about his son and now that he had him, she was expendable. Just like everyone else in his miserable life had been.
Some days she could banish these dark thoughts. Other days she couldn't escape them. Some days she wished they would just overdose her so she wouldn't have to feel anything anymore, so any thoughts would just cease to be. She rubbed her stomach unconsciously. She was getting bigger. Slowly, soon it would be apparently obvious she was pregnant. She'd manage to avoid getting kicked in the stomach so far, by curling up in the fetal position. She hadn't said anything because she was afraid that would jeopardize the two of them further, because her kidnappers would have more leverage to use against Ian if they knew she was pregnant with his child.
Emily dropped to the stone cold floor. She was covered in dirt, sweat, and her fear clung to her skin like a disease. She was almost out of steam. She tried to remember the good times, her friends back home; the boy she loved almost like her own, Declan; and Ian. She pictured them together, standing out on their balcony, in the moonlight; their faces inches from one another's. She tried to remember the loving look he'd given her. The longing, need, and affection his crystal blue eyes radiated. She could almost feel the hand he would place on the side of her face, the other on her hip, pulling her towards him… She could hear the words he'd spoken clear as day, "Je t'aime. Vous êtes mon ange, mon cadeau de Dieu." Yes, this memory she played over and over… His angel, his gift from god… He would come for her… She had to believe it. She had to. She laid down against the stone cold floor, her heart aching, she was so tired. So heavy… She felt her eyelids begin to droop. And as she drifted off to sleep she swore she could hear the sounds of machine guns through the walls, close. Voices yelling. But she couldn't fight the tiredness anymore. She listened intently as her world once more, went dark…