25. Chapter 24
It was dark, pitch black. I felt restrained. Like I couldn't move, and in pain. I tried screaming but nothing came out. I couldn't hear anything, apart from my own speedy heartbeat. I couldn't remember anything that had gone on in the past few hours. A light quickly snapped on but it wasn't that bright. But I winced because I wasn't used to the light. I tried speaking again, but it came out muffled. I tried to move my hands to feel my mouth but they were tied in place. I heard footsteps come towards me and take the gag off my mouth.
"Don't say a word," he said sternly. His voice was deep and scary. I looped up at him and instantly recognised him. Michael. "Let me go!" I yelled. "Shut up!" He yelled as he slapped me across the face. It was worth a shot. "Michael leave me alone!" I sobbed. "Oh so you know who I am?!" He said as he kicked me in the stomach. I winced in pain. I yanked my hands out of the ropes. "Yes I do," I replied. "Shut up you fat, worthless piece of sh*t!" He yelled. Hurting me each time he said a word. He was right. "You don't deserve to live!" He spat. He punched me in the nose. I think I heard a click. Ouch. I clutched my nose.
He pulled something out from his pocket. It was a packet of cigarettes. He lit one and waved the lighter in my face. He took a few puffs of it and then blew the smoke out in my face. I have breathing problems so this is only gonna get worse! He blew some more smoke over me and when we was done with the thing, he pressed it to my arm and made a scar. I winced and starting coughing from all the smoke. "Someone help me!" I yelled hoping someone could hear me. "Shut up b*tch!" He said. All these things he was saying were true.
"Get up!" He spat. I stumbled to me feet. He grabbed my hair and yanked me towards him. "You're not leaving until I get what I want!" He whispered in my ear aggressively. He held up a knife gto my throat and dug it into my skin a bit. I felt blood trickling down my neck. He didn't do it to deep. "Next time, that will be deeper, and you'll be dead." He said happily. "Why do you want me dead s-so m-much?" I stuttered. He let go of my hair and dropped the knife. "Because, my friends are in jail and it's all your fault!" He shouted.
"That wasn't my fault! They murdered my parents!" I yelled back at him. He sighed and started talking again. "If you weren't alive we wouldn't have to kill your parents, and what's the point of living anyway? You have no family!" There is no point in living. "I know! But I have people to live for! My best friends and my boyfriend." I told him. He nodded and began beating me again. "That reminds me, I'll have to deal with this Louis kid to." He said laughing darkly. "N-no! Kill me but not them!" I pleaded. "Why go out with him when you could have me?"
"I don't want you! You're trying to kill me!" I said. "Shut up Jordyn! You ugly whore!" He said and then beat me until black spots entered my vision and I passed out.