I feel safe in your arms (on hold)

Abby has always been a good-girl getting straight A's and is super sweet and popular. She always enjoys a good party or night out, but she never drinks a single drop of alcohol because she says 'she likes to remember things when she has a good time.'
She is dragged along to Colton Chrisfield's party by her best friend. She never guessed that one glass of beer and a game of truth or dare would change that all.


12. An old face I really didn't want to see

I was now just over a month through my first year in collage and ever since my date with Colton at the start of the summer, I can't help but still feel like I'm being watched. As though something really bad is about to happen. No matter what's going on around me, I still feel it. Like someone's gaze is burning into the back of my skull. I keep telling myself that I'm being paranoid but nothing bad has happened, unless you count getting a C on my last test.

I shook my head freeing it of all thoughts as I stepped out into the cold, crisp morning. I gently pulled my hood closer to me trying to keep warm on my journey to collage. The gentle wind blew softly through my hair making it blow behind my head.

When I was just a few streets down from the collage building I felt someone's eyes on me once again. I looked around, desperate to find the source. When I couldn't see anyone I turned around to set off again but I was stopped when someone placed a cloth over my nose and mouth.

I tried hitting the person but they were holding me in place. I began to feel more and more drowsy with every breath I took.

My eyes felt heavy and my body felt numb. Slowly I was taken in by the darkness that was surrounding my body.


My head was throbbing and my body ached when I finally came round to my senses. I could hear a loud beeping which just made my head hurt more. Slowly I peeled open my as to shut off the annoying sound that was making my head send a killer pain through my skull.

When I could finally see the dingy apartment I was in I gasped at the sight of an old face I really didn't want to see.

"Oh good, you're up!" Damien sarcastically exclaimed, turning off that good-awful noise. "I was starting to think you'd never come round"

I looked at him, my expression hard and hostile. "What do you want with me?" I asked in a anger filled voice.

He shook his head at me, slowly getting up from his seat. "You'll see" He stated as he walked towards the door. "Dinner's on the desk" He stated before walking out.

I stood up and took a few steps before stopping and looking down at my feet. On my right ankle hung a rusted chain that was attached to the wall long enough for me to move around the room freely, but not to escape.

I let out a heavy sigh knowing Damien isn't going to stop until he gets what he wants. And right now I have a feeling that... he wants me.


Over the next few weeks the only thing I got from Damien was two tiny meals a day and a weekly pad of paper and a new pen. He keeps coming in at night and having his way with me. Every time I cried because of what he was doing to I ended up getting slapped, punched or cut.

After a while all my hope of the others coming to save me were dead and I felt hollow. Every night after Damien left my 'room' - more like cell - I would grab the paper and start writing how I feel and what he has done to me.

During the day I would just sit on the window sill and stare out into space. I miss Izzie and Tyson, they always knew how to make me laugh even in the darkest of situations. But I think I miss Colton the most. Have you ever heard the expression 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'? Well that is just the case for me.

I wish he could just hold me in his arm one more time. But everyday my hope of that happening lessen. I'm probably just being foolish thinking that they will come for me, but I still want to think they are.

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