Tears were coming down in heaps and I willed myself to stop crying. I needed to stop being a freaking child.
‘Keep crying about everything.’
‘I hope he kills your kid so it doesn’t have a shit mother.’
I gritted my teeth. I didn’t need them. I would be the best mother I could be, I would get out of here and start a life for ourselves! It felt like it took forever but I finally managed to loosen the knot enough so I could slip out.
My hand immediately went to my bump.
“I-it’s o-okay,” I mouthed. I was dehydrated and I felt like I would faint.
Grunting, I hauled myself up, a headache immediately followed. I quickly bit my lips so I wouldn’t cry out and bring attention to myself. It burned. My back was screening at the top of her lungs. It hurt so much, pure agony.
My hands started working on the restraint in my ankles. Once I freed my legs, I pulled up the pants that still hung there, they were covered in my blood. Deep purple rings were on my ankles, they were cut and slightly bloodied from being tied up.
… Okay, you got this…
‘You really don’t.’
‘Just let him kill you.’
I frowned.
… You’re doing this for your baby, ignore them!…
I had nothing to cover my chest, but at the moment I didn’t care. The old shirt just stayed around my shoulders, the rest stuck in blood against my back. I had one goal on my mind. I pulled my legs over the traumatizing bed and tried to stand up but I immediately fell on the floor.
I gasped out as I landed on my forearms, his name carved into my skin was too sensitive. I clamped my eyes shut as I told myself to suck it up and keep it together.
… Get up, Violet! Now is not the time!…
I bit my chapped lips. My shaky hands reached out to the knife on the ground, it was still coated with my blood. Disgusting. I attempted to get up again but only fell back down.
… Stop wasting time! Crawl!…
I huffed and crawled on my hands and knees to the door. The palms were burning and I was thankful the knife in the other didn’t hurt too much. I supported myself on my knees as I grabbed the door handle.
My breathing was already ragged. My free hand rubbed my bump.
… It’s gonna be okay…
‘No, it won’t.’
‘He’ll kill Benlyam, and then your baby, and then you.’
I took a sharp breath as a fierce pain shot through my stomach and my migraine screamed at the voices.
I tried to turn the handle but my hand slipped off- it was too weak to move it. Like when you wake up and your hands still need to wake up, so you can’t really do much.
… Sage, if you’re there, please do something. We’ll get help soon…
I took a deep breath as I tried to turn it. My wrist was on fire.
( ‘Violet…’ )
Sage’s presence was so weak and her voice was feebly faint. But I managed to open the door.
… Thank you, Sage, I love you so much…
I wanted to cry from joy, but I wasn’t nearly done. I didn’t know where to go. I crawled out of the room and looked around the corner. Just as I was about to go that way, I heard shouting. I shook and turned the other way.
Shoot.
Shoot.
… Shoot…
My knees hurt. The pants were giving me a burn from the wooden floors, they kept snagging. I was breathing heavily. I needed to calm down and think straight or else I’d cause a life to be lost.
The yelling continued and I crawled faster. My arms wanted to snap and there were times they buckled and I almost collapsed. I wasn’t sure what was pushing me, but I was able to keep myself up.
Maybe it was because my child’s life was on the line or maybe Sage was present. Whatever it was, I was beyond grateful.
The shouting became more prominent and I felt my heart leap. I needed to hide out somewhere because I heard whoever it was. I rounded another corner and found an entrance to a closet. It was dark.
I crawled to the corner and sat down. I tried to rest but the moment my back came in contact with the wall a stinging sensation covered my body like ants on sugar. I whimpered and shut my eyes.
I painfully sat, clutching my knife for dear life. Footsteps pounding the hallways, they shook the walls.
… Touch my baby and I’ll fucking kill you…
‘What are you going to do?’
I heard Chris yell out something and I stopped breathing for a second. The steps came closer and I was ready to crawl in a hole and die. Give up. But I refuse to have my baby die when it could have a prosperous life. I would never let harm come to its way.