Against my Will

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Lily was a normal high school teenagers, she had her bullies, her friends and her boys. Everything felt normal in her life.
But one night Lily is out drinking with one of her friends, and on the way to a party she sees a guy beating up a police officer. She needs to help him, but this time doing the right thing ends her up in the last place she wanted to be. Lily is kidnapped by four guys she doesn't know.. and held against her will.
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10. The Escape

It became the second month of me staying under Cameron's grasp. By now I thought he would stop the rape and abuse, but once again it continued to happen.

After Cameron had become so used to it, as did Nash, he did something worse than the normal abuse. He forced Zac and Jamie to rape me. 


It happened, it was over. Jamie sat in a corner for the rest of the day, Zac sat in another. They had done the thing they promised themselves they wouldn't. Cameron was sick in the head. He was fucked up beyond saviour. He needed help.  I forgave Zac and Jamie soon after it was over, I knew they didn't want to do that, I knew they could never do it by choice.

The boys left me alone in the room, once again tied to the chair, to think. Cameron and Nash were laughing so hard at what they had made Jamie and Zac do, as if it were a game. It wasn't a fucking game; it was death. This whole time had been like death to me.

I knew it was now or never. I had to get out. I needed freedom, to call the police, to make Cameron and Nash go to jail. I wanted Zac and Jamie to be free from whatever Cameron had over them. But if I was stuck in here I could do nothing. I was finished of the abuse, the rape, the torment. It was now, my time had come. I needed out.

Struggling with the ropes was a large setback, they were tied tight. I twisted and fiddled and swivelled and tried to cut them with my nails, but to no avail. They were not budging. After I felt like giving up, even though I had only been trying for a good ten minutes, I tried a different tactic. I used the edge of the chair, it was painful, but I didn't fear pain anymore. I cut through the ropes with the edge of the chair and had never felt so free before. My hands weren't tied anymore! Fuck yes! I was out, now just to sneak all the way out. 

I unravelled the ropes from my legs and torso, swinging off of the chair. I banged into walls and fell to the floor due to weakness, but eventually I opened the large metal door and peeped out into the passageway. It was dark, but I could make out that there was no one there. 

"Police! Open up!" a voice shouted from the warehouse door. 

Stopping in my tracks, I thanked God for letting the police finally find me. They had come, my dad, Tom and Johnny, along with back-up. They knew I was here, and finally I would be saved.

"Shit, police! Fuck, Cameron I don't want to go to jail!" I heard Nash say. Cameron didn't respond. I couldn't see how his face looked, but I knew it would have just a feared look on his face. He was going to jail and he knew it.

I knew I had to make a run for it. I sprinted forward and pulled open the warehouse door to let the police come in. But just as I did that Cameron leaped forward, grabbed my neck and held a gun to the side of my head.

So close, but just one wrong move had sent me back to the start. At least I had opened the door, the police flooded in with guns. "Don't move or I will kill her! Don't think I won't!" Cameron yelled.

"Let her go! Cameron, enough!" Zac yelled. Nash hid behind a door in another room, I saw his shadow. Jamie still looked torn apart about the forced rape. 

The situation looked like this: the warehouse door open, with the police burst in. My dad, Tom and Johnny were at the front. Cameron and I standing in front of them, me to weak to stand. Jamie standing, still sick to his stomach, Zac standing next to Cameron and I asking Cameron to give up, and finally Nash in another room. 

"Lily, are you okay?" Tom asked. "I am sorry."

I nodded. "Dad.." 

Dad smiled. "You're okay now, Cameron please!"

The police could do nothing. I watched as everyone thought of a plan. Cameron silenced but just stood. His hand was close to my mouth so I had a plan. I knew exactly what to do. 

Biting deep into his left palm, Cameron let me go and I flew forward into Johnny, who proceeded to carry me through the police and outside. When I gathered what was happening, Johnny made sure I was alright before returning inside. I sat on the floor in the cold air waiting for someone do tend to me. No one came out for a while, until Zac and Jamie appeared, being handcuffed by Johnny and Tom.

"No wait!" I yelled, trying to pick myself up but falling every time. "They didn't do anything, they were just being dragged along. Don't arrest them."

Zac managed to become free and he picked me off of the ground. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. Johnny and Tom decided to let them go and the two of them sat with me, stroking my hair and making sure I was alright. "Thank you," Jamie whispered. "And I can't put into words how sorry I am."

I told them it was okay, and finally everyone left the house, coming outside with Cameron and Nash handcuffed.

Somehow no one noticed Cameron's gun lying on the floor. Somehow he had managed to pick it up and point it straight at me. Somehow he pulled the trigger. And somehow a bullet fired straight through my shoulder.

Cameron was taken away as I smashed backwards and fell to the ground. I was in unimaginable pain, wriggling on the floor and caressing my shoulder. I was surrounded by my dad, Johnny, Tom, Jamie and Zac, who were trying to tend to the wound. I started breathing and blacking out, I had never felt pain like this. A bullet had ripped straight through my shoulder and out of the other side. "You're alright," dad said as he tied a scrap of clothing over the wound. 

The blood wouldn't stop, and soon I was picked up by Officer Tom Hiddleston and he walked towards the ambulance. I was finally safe, it was finally over.


Dad took me to the hospital. The pain started to simmer. I went into the nurse's office and they checked for broken bones. They stitched up my bullet wound and told me I had a broken ankle, bruised bones, a fractured wrist, that my nose was out of place and so much more. Every part of my body, bone and skin, was injured in some way or another.

But the worst news came later. She let me wait in the waiting room with dad, Johnny and Tom were they spoke to me. "Once again," Tom started as he hugged me. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," I replied. "I'm a nosey bitch."

Dad looked at me. "It's okay for now," he laughed.

The nurse reappeared, carrying sheets of paper and some sort of stethoscope. "Lily Collins? Would you prefer to speak in private or in front of your father?" she asked.

I didn't reply because dad replied for me. "I want to hear what the news is. I thought you already said about the injuries, what possibly can there be now?"

"Actually, sir, the possibility of something else isn't just high, it is also a terrible outcome. Lily, I know what happened and what the boys did to you, but I need to tell you based on legal preferences..." the nurse trailed off.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?" Tom asked.

I looked around at my dad, Tom and Johnny. I was worried, sick to my stomach about the outcome.

The nurse withdrew a breath and paused. "You're pregnant."



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