A Thousand Years (Sequel to Red)

The moment you realize that in the blink of an eye you have lost everything, its the most terrifying moment of my life. As I drive away from not only my friends, but my family the recent events played in my head. Its hard to believe that in an instant you can looses everyone important to you. Here I am, driving away from the people who picked me up when I fell down and got me where I am today. The people whom I called my family.


54. Brown Eyes

***Beth's POV***

The rain hasn't stopped since the day I was taken away from my friends, my family. The birds and animals outside seem to be mocking me with their freedom while I am held up in this prison I now call home. Its now been 4 weeks since I was taken and not a single day has gotten better. My father hasn't left in a week so I haven't been able to take out the only thing that may bring a little happiness to this situation. The guitar.

I sat at my usual spot by the window and twirled a piece of my long, dark, tangled hair around my boney finger. My face has not sported a smile since the moment I was taken and will not have a smile until I am with them again. They are the small hope, the reason why I pull myself through, they give m that small spark of hope that someday... someday I'll get out of here. 

The pounding footsteps echoed through the hall outside my door and the door flung open, revealing the monster I called my father. He threw a tray on the ground.

"Eat you little bitch. Its the only thing you'll get for the next two days." He spat.

I shakily got up from my place by the window and stumbled over to the tray on the ground.

"I'm leaving. If I see that you have gotten out, I will beat you until you wish you never lived. Do you understand?" He hissed loudly.

He walked over to me and slapped me across the cheek when I didn't respond.

"I SAID. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?!" He yelled.

"Y-yes." I whispered shakily.

He kicked me in the gut and walked out the door, slamming and locking it behind him. I lay there on the cold wooden floor, broken, afraid.

After a while I sat up slowly and stared at the small tray. There was a small loaf of bread, a carrot, an apple and a piece of meat as well as a water bottle. I ate it all quickly, I hadn't been fed in four days so I was hungry. Once I was finished eating that my eyes fell on the closet. I got up and walked over to it. Slowly, I turned the doorknob and finally opened it. There it was. In the corner. My hand reached for the guitar and I pulled it out. I examined the beautiful dark wood. I shut the closet door and walked over to the windowsill and held he guitar. Once I had finished tuning it I began to randomly strum the strings.

My eyes wandered outside, to the gray clouds and the muddy ground. I began to think about Liam, all the memories we had. How he had told me don't leave me here alone and how I had told him i'd never let him go. I had broken that promise. I looked down at my guitar then back outside. For the first time in four weeks, I had some kind of happiness. Maybe the key to my happiness here was music. I began to think of lyrics.

"I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go." I whispered, thinking of lyrics. "And all those shadows almost killed your light."

I looked down at the guitar and began  strumming it, trying to figure out how to place the lyrics. Finally after what felt like forever I had a song. It surprised me that in all of this madness I could find myself writing songs. I began to softly sing the song I had just written. My voice was cracky and my throat burned. It was almost as if I has lost my ability to sing. It wasn't that I wasn't trying my hardest to make it come out right but every time I tried, only a whisper or a cracked voice came out. It was official, I had lost my voice. Not just for a few days. I had lost it possibly forever. I let a tear slip down my cheek. As I stared out the window I began to play the song I had written on the guitar without lyrics. As I played the soft tune I sang the lyrics in my head.

After a while I watched his car pull up and I ran over to the closet and placed it back in the corner. I shut the closet door and ran over to my place by the window. A few moments later the door flew open and my drunk father stumbled in.

"I saw your little boyfriend when I went into town today." He laughed evilly.

My eyes shot up and met his. "Y-you saw Liam?"

"Yeppp." He slurred. "Doesn't miss you a bit. He was laughing and smiling." He grinned.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. "Y-you're lying. You're lying. H- he cares to much about me." I cried.

"Well it seems that your little boyfriend is glad that you're gone." He spat.

He walked over to me and pushed me against the window.

"You know what that means right?" He smirked.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I shook my head slowly.

"No one is going to come looking for you. Theres not point in leaving because they wouldn't want you anyway. Everyone is happier now that you're gone. Oh, you'll never guess who I saw with him today." He grinned.

"W-who?" I asked shakily.

"That lovely girl who bailed me out. Danielle I think her name was?" He smirked.

My eyes widened and I felt tears fall from my eyes. "You're lying! He hates her! No!" I screamed.

The door of the room opened again. I stared at the person that walked into the room. My eyes glared into their brown ones. I stared in disbelief.

"No..." I whispered, my eyes not leaving their brown ones.

I felt a sharp pain in the side of my head and everything went black.


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