Love, Loss, and Tattoos

(Note: This is my first FanFic and story that I'm posting on Wattpad so it might be crappy. Please be nice and bear with me here >~<) Sarah Bell has been through some really rough times, and she still does to this day. Her parents died when she was too young to remember and was put into many foster homes at a very young age. She ran away from her recent foster home at the age of 15. She is now 18 and lives in an old shabby apartment in New York City by herself where she struggles to survive and pay rent and can barley afford to take care of herself. But, on one fateful day, while roaming the streets of New York City, she meets a guy that will change the rest of her life forever. Good and bad. Nothing will ever be the same again for Sarah Bell. People will fall in love, hearts will be broken and tears will be shed.


17. Chapter 17

It took me awhile to fully come to my senses when I awoke. I noticed I lay on a soft surface and when I tried to shift my body around I realized it was a bed. I was surrounded by total darkness. I couldn't see a thing.

I lifted my hand but it stopped midway and I felt something around my wrist, preventing me from pulling my hand any more. I was able to move my other hand though and used it to feel around myself. I found my other hand and felt something cold and metallic around my wrist. Handcuffs.

I was handcuffed to the bed frame. I suddenly remembered the events from before. Jill and I had gone to a club. She forgot her phone when we were about to leave and she left me alone, waiting for her.

I remembered those five guys. They jumped me and...kidnapped us. At least that's what it seemed like at the moment. What were they planning on doing to me? Maybe Jill was somewhere in the room with me. She had to be.

"Jill!" I yelled in a whisper, but no response. I hoped they didn't hurt her or worse. They'd have to go through me first.

Suddenly, the door opened and five figures walked into the room. My heartbeat accelerated as they approached the bed and I continuously tugged on my handcuffed hand.

"There's no use in trying. We've got the key and there's no way out for you," said one my kidnappers.

"Where's my friend?" I asked trying to sound tough but it came out shakily and weak.

"The bitch got away but we still got you," said another guy. A light suddenly flashed at the side of the bed, a lamp on a bedside table. The mattress squeaked as one of the guys climbed on the bed and crawled on top of me while the others stood there watching, obviously amused by this.

I gulped nervously as his grimy hands trailed up my thighs and grabbed the rim of my leggings. He pulled my leggings down in a quick and smooth motion, clearly determined. I shut my eyes and turned my head away, not wanting to look at his nasty assaults on me. I was powerless under him, he was stronger and bigger than me. There was no way I could escape.

He continued by removing my shirt and leaving the clothes scattered on around the bed. I could feel his lustful and heavy gaze skim over my half naked body as I lay there helpless. I whimpered as his hands slid down my shaking and quivering body and I tried to recoil from his disgusting touch but I ended up jerking on the handcuff. He wasn't pleased by that action judging by the way his face turned into a scowl and leered at me.

"Stop fucking moving," he growled and forced my hands above my head. I was beyond terrified now. I gulped and inhaled a shaky breath, trying to stay calm. He reached behind me to unclasp my bra and took that off too. He kept touching me, caressing every part of my body but I wasn't enjoying one second of it. I cringed from his touch, not wanting any physical contact. When his hands traveled down lower and touched my underwear I froze.

I bit my tongue and tried to hold back a cry as he slid my underwear off and tossed it aside. I heard the zip of his jean pants come undone and started to tear up.

"P-P-Please stop. D-Don't do this," I choked out between sobs, begging him. I was surprised that I built up the courage to even speak.

Before I could react, he jammed himself inside of me so hard I screamed in pain. And it wasn't the pleasant kind either. It was excruciating and unwanted pain. He suddenly become extremely aggressive and grabbed my arms with great force, bound to leave bruises. He grabbed every other part of my body with painful grips, leaving bruises and marks all over while thrusting violently inside of me.

I felt my tears soak the mattress under me and I couldn't so anything. I was full on crying at this point and terrified out of my mind.

"Shut the fuck up!" he growled through clenched teeth and grabbed my face violently. I thought he was going to hurt me but instead he trusted himself inside of me even harder then before and I cried out in pain while the tears poured out.

"I said shut up!" he yelled this time and backhanded me across the face, hard. I was in shock but also in more fear than before. He just slapped me. I could feel my face burning from the assault and teared up again but didn't make a sound. He huffed and continued to work inside my body.

I felt exhausted and weak. I didn't feel like fighting back anymore. He was probably going to kill me.

I turned my head to the side and saw the lamp sitting on the bedside table. An idea suddenly came to me. I just had to reach that lamp so I could whack him on the head. With all the strength I could gather up, I shifted my body but he didn't noticed because he was too caught up in pushing himself even deeper, if that was even possible.

I reached my free arm out and was able to grab the lamp. I sighed in relief and tried to keep calm and unsuspicious. I lifted the lamp high in the air, slightly shaking, and brought it down on his head as hard as I could.

When he collapsed on top of me I knew I had done it. He was out cold. I sighed loudly and pushed him aside with my free hand. I searched his entire body for the key and finally found it in his jean pocket. I unlocked the handcuff and when it opened I quickly pulled my hand away. I was free. For now.

I didn't hesitate to dress myself and look around the room for a way out. There was just a window and the door that led out of the room. Maybe I could sneak out undetected if I was very careful.

I approached the door and carefully reached our for the doorknob.

"What the hell what that?!" yelled somebody from another room. Shit. I stepped back, away from the door until I stood in the middle of the room. The door suddenly burst open and I was face to face with four angry men.

"What the fuck happened in here?!" yelled a different guy angrily. I slowly started to back away from them.

"Get her," growled one of them and their whole attention turned to me. I froze. There was no escape. I backed away until my back hit the window. I turned around and looked down to see how far the drop would be. Looked to be 30 feet but I was prepared to do anything to get out of here.

Without thinking I jumped through the window, breaking the glass and bringing it down with me. I hit the ground hard and it knocked the breath out of me. I gasped and it took me a minute to catch my breath and calm down.

I slowly stood up but immediately fell down on my knees. I was dizzy and numb all over. Everything was blurry but I did see something. It was big and yellow. A cab.

I forced myself on my feet and dragged my poor body to the yellow vehicle and let my body slam against the passenger side window.

"Hey, you alright there miss?" asked the cab driver. I nodded my head groggily and fumbled to open the door and fell in.

"What's your address?" he asked me again and I mumbled something out to him. He must've understood because then he started the car and it began to speed down the road.

I leaned my head against the cold window and tried to take deep breaths. They came our shaky, just like my hands. It started to pour.

"That'll be 20 dollars," said the cab driver. We must be at my house.

"Let me get it from inside," I mumbled and opened the door, only to fall out on the cold and wet cement sidewalk.

"Ma'am!" exclaimed the can driver but I waved him off. I didn't want to attract any attention to myself even though I was dizzy and close to unconsciousness. I didn't need any help from him.

I attempted to stand up but my body ignored my command and I fell back on the ground. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in front of me and my head started to pound immensely.

"Sarah!" exclaimed somebody familiar. Jill. She was okay. Three figures approached me slowly and I reached up to touch the back of my head. It was wet and when I brought it back to my face the color red filled my vision.

"Oh, my God!"

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