Tough Love

April Parker's life is a mess... Then she meets a boy, and he helps her through life. Will she learn how to love again? Or will the one person she starts to love leave? April doesn't want to take chances. She doesn't want to be left behind again... Will she make thing better? Or end up pushing him away?


15. Chapter fifteen: Torture


I woke up to bright blinding light. My eyes fluttered open slowly. I tried to put my hand over my eyes, but they were tied together with ropes. What the hell happened, where the am I? I thought, fear rapidly growing. The last thing I remembered was Paul kidnapping me. My mind immediately changed the subject. Harry. Is he okay? I couldn't live with myself if something happened to him. 

I looked around and found myself in a dark room with a door to my right. I instantly recognized that it was my old basement, when I used to live in this hell hole.

Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Think. I told myself. I pulled on the ropes, they didn’t move. I tried repeatedly and they still didn’t give. The rope digs into my wrists leaving angry red lines, as I desperately try to struggle out of the knots. The tape over my mouth is making me dizzy from having to breathe only from my nose. 

I whipped my head to the door as I hear a noise outside it. The door slid open and a man walked in, the door closed behind him. His skin is firm with just a hint of wrinkles around cold, dark eyes. He had a large nose and his lips were turned up in a wicked smile. Paul. Just as I remember him. 

"Did you miss me?" a deep, threatening voice asks. He walked over to me and ripped the tape off my mouth, then smirked as I winced in pain.

"Never. Why are you doing this to me?" 

"I told you that you couldn't hide from me and here we are." 

"Where's Harry?" 

"Your boyfriend? You don't deserve him or any of your other friends!" 

"They love me!" I say struggling. 

"No they don't! I told you that no one would ever love you." I knew he wasn't going to let me win so I dropped it. "Your boyfriend is safe. It was just you I wanted." I was instantly relieved. At least he wasn't in danger. He could tell that I was relieved because he said, "Relieved now are we? We can't have that." He came up to me, his black eyes making me shrink in fear. Punch. I felt like my insides had just poured out. Slap. Slap. Kick. He was repeatedly kicking me over and over again. I couldn't breathe. Some of my ribs were probably bruised if not broken. "Now, I need to make up for the lost time, don't I?" He smirked. I hope that someone finds me soon because if not I'm going to die. He turns and walks out of the room, leaving me bloody and bruised. 

It was all my fault. If only I had been stronger. Now April is gone and it's all my fault. The only thing I don't understand is why us? Why now? This wasn't supposed to happen. We were supposed to be living together happily. I promised her he'd never hurt her again. I told her it would be okay. I hugged her and said I'd never let her go. Now I have no idea where she is and if she's even alive.

The thing that hurt the most was that when I woke up and looked next to me, the place for April was empty. I couldn't bear it. I wasn't strong enough to stop her 'father' from taking her. I couldn't even help my mum. I'm just a weak idiot who couldn't even stick up for his own girlfriend. 

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that I was crying. I missed April so much. I'm nothing without her, she was my other half, the part that understood me even when I wasn't even sure I did. All I know is when I get my hands on him, he's going to wish he never messed with April. These past few days have been nothing but torture. I can't go another day without her. I hate sleeping alone, knowing I'm not going to wake up to her beautiful face. I hate how empty I feel when she isn't beside me. All anyone can do is sit around waiting and hoping that just maybe the police will find her.

Why was this happening to me? Over some time, I'm guessing days, I have had all these nightmares, each one having me killed by my father. It was torture because I could actually feel the pain. When I woke up all I could feel was pain. My chest ached from being beaten and dried blood was spattered all over my arm. "I'm back," Paul said in a sing-song voice. Instantly fear invaded me. I didn't know what the date was but I knew it had been at least a few days. In those few days my somewhat nice life became a living hell. Everyday I would wake up terrified of what would happen. My entire body is basically covered in blood. Bruises and cuts litter my body. I can't take it anymore. The verbal and physical abuse is getting to me. He's winning. It's gotten so bad that I've tried to hurt myself. It's not so major especially compared to what he's doing. Sometimes I dig my long nails and pierce them into my skin. It makes the pain go away, takes my mind off of things. I'm trying not to think of him, and struggle to get away from him as he touches me. 

“I can’t tell you what a pleasure it’s going to be to finally be the one to kill you.” I started to cry and scream, hoping someone would heard me. He leaned towards me and whispered, “Now you can join your mother.”

His voice sickened me. Working up spit in my mouth, I launched it at his face. The spit spattered across his forehead. His hand cracked across my face, leaving a red mark. Ouch. "Oh April," he growled squeezing my cheeks between his fingers. "I don't want to ruin your pretty little face but you are just so… feisty." His finger nails dug into my cheeks, drawing a little bit of blood. Shoving me back against the pole I was tied to. Paul turns away from me, leaving the basement. My heart pounds with fear, wondering what horrors he could be getting. I remember that my cell phone had been in the back pocket of my jeans and hold my breath, hoping it's still there. Yes! I slowly slide the phone from my jeans with bound hands and call Harry before Paul comes back. It was difficult to call harry and put it on speaker but miraculously I managed to do it. It only rang once before harry picked up the phone. 

He immediately started talking to me, "April? April where are you?! Are you alright?" He asks, his voice crackles through the speaker. He sounded panicked and angry, his breath coming in quick gasps. My heart flutters in relief at his familiar voice. 

"H-harry... listen to me. I'm fine, don't worry. You have to call the police, I'm on 45 harrow street. Hurry, I'm scared Harry." I explain trying to sound as calm as possible. 

I hear footsteps on the stairs as Paul bursts through the door and quickly notices the phone in my hands. "You bitch!" he growls, and snatches it from my hands. I freeze and start shaking, feeling tears dripping down my cheeks. I scream Harry's name like crazy crying for help. 

“You lay one finger on her and I will kill you!” Harry shouted in an icy cold tone, rage and fear running through him. 

“Ah, Ah, Ah. You’re not in the position to be making threats. I’ll just take it out on April.” To prove it, he backhanded me. I screamed and cried harder. When I tried to kick him, he grabs me by the throat and chokes me. I flailed about, straining to get him to stop.

“Stop! Alright! I’m sorry.” Harry desperately yelled through the phone. Paul released me as I slumped over, wheezing, desperate for air.

“Now, that’s more like it. You’re going to show me respect if you want her to live through today. Although nothing will save her in the end.” He laughed, "And if you try to call the cops, she'll be dead before they get here." 

"Don't hurt her, please-" Paul pressed end before Harry could finish, then chucks the phone at the wall, it shatters into bits of metal. Turning to me, he grinned.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that," he growls, extracing a knife from his pocket. 

“Bite me, you bastard.” I glared at him. 

He looks at me amused. “Hmm, that would be fun, but not as painful. And I do intend to cause you great pain.”

He put a gag in my mouth so I couldn't make much sound. I shake my head vigorously, tears clouding my vision. My breath hitched in my throat. The knife is injected into me. He does it again and again, twisting it at times. My scream was muffled as tears stained my cheeks. I doubt that I'll survive this. All my wounds are bleeding profusely and it's all so painful. He grabs my arm and glides the blade in one swift motion down my arm. I watch the dark red blood drip down my skin, as the pain starts to grow. "See what happens when you're a bad girl? Pull something like that again and I'll cut your arm right off." he snarls, tucking the knife stained with blood back into his pocket. 

He reached into his pocket again and blindfolded me. I hear a sound like a button being pressed, and a little bit of laughter. Suddenly I find myself soaking wet, ice cold water pours down on me, the cut on my arm stinging worse now. While I sit there, unable to move an inch. I pause, wondering what kind of punishment this is. And then… the shocks come.

Electrocution, in every part of my body, all over it. From the top of my head, to my aching legs. I feel every bit of electric pain possible, and all I can do is pull my head back and scream at the top of my lungs. They weren't extreme shocks that I could die from but enough to make me squirm. It felt like my body was on fire, and I couldn't do anything about it. The more I screamed the more enjoyable it was for Paul. 

The blindfold is soaked with my tears and the room filled the scent of my burning flesh. I beg and plead for him to stop, then after standing through minutes of extreme pain, the shocks stop, and I gasp for air, trying to catch my breath. I don't know if he stopped out of the kindness of his heart or if he just didn't want me dead yet. 

Every part of my body hurts. My arms and legs uncontrollably twitch. The pain was so unbearable I wanted to die. I was hoping I'd bleed to death, but my body wouldn't let me. Next thing I know I'm unconscious.

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