I Can Be Your Everything

Effie's POV

I was in a dark, cold room. The floor was hard. It was concrete. I stood up. My head was pounding, what the fuck had happened? I found the light switch and turned it on. I was in some basement. I looked up the stairs and saw a door. I ran to it and grabbed the handle. But it was locked. I jiggled the handle repeatedly and shouted for help. But nobody came. I kicked the door hard and it cracked slightly. I was alone.

"What am I doing here?" I asked myself, shaking my head." Help" Shouting so loudly my throat hurt. I turned my back to the door and slid down it. What had I done to deserve this? My eyes began to water but I wouldn't let the tears fall. I'm strong and I'll find a way.

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I heard footsteps outside the door and I immediately. I felt anxious. The footsteps stopped right at my door and it sung open. It was the short man from the coffee shop. My fist swung for his face connecting with his nose. Kickboxing came in handy. I smirked to myself. But then was grabbed violently by the wee man. He had his left hand up to his nose to stop the blood from flowing. He pushed me not so nicely into the living area. Where a taller man sat. He looked at us and stood up.

"Look what this bitch done to me!" The short man shouted. I was then pushed on to the couch. They both stared at me then disappeared...I could make a run for it. I began to stand up when the taller man came back.

"Don't even think about it" I looked down. He put food in front of me. I looked at him with confusion.

"What? I thought a fat bitch like you would be hungry" He sneered. My face went bright red. I felt so embarrassed. I didn't want to eat so I pushed the plate away. He looked even more angry. He violently grabbed me by the hair pulling me to basement. I let of a small cry. I was now back in the darkness of the basement.

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It was day six in the basement. I was dirty, hungry and dehydrated. Ever so often they would come down with food, and I would always refuse it. They would get angry, try and insult me yadaa yadda yadda. You get the point.
"You could do with loosing a 100 pounds anyway" Was the usual. I'm a size 12 not an 28. Pathetic men. Who the hell calls a woman fat? Well except other women.

The plus side was that I never seen them a lot. The man that done this to me was never around. Which I'm so grateful for. The door open and came down that short asshole. He placed the plate in front of me as usual. I picked it up and threw right at him. He then grabbed me by the throat and started to punch me repeatedly in the face. His hand squeezing tighter and tighter. I felt the blood pour down my clothes . I clawed at his face, hair and clothes trying anything to get him to loosen his grip. But no such luck. The sound of rushing came towards us and hands were pulling us apart and I hit his face with the side of my fist. His hand let go of my throat and I gasped for air. I wasn't going to cry. Not for them. I clenched my fists and my knuckles turned white. I lost it and went for him. I kicked him hard in the balls, well tried to before I could I was pulled back further. The hands that grabbed me were soft. They calmed me down. The blonde woman stood by my side. People were shouting but I couldn't hear a thing. She took a few steps towards them standing in front of me. This was my chance. I ran for it. Running up the stairs through the house and out the front door. I was getting out of here no matter what. I was raining outside. The grass felt soggy. All I could see was grass and trees and nice flowers. Nice garden. I could see a long dirt road up a head. I soaking wet, cold and covered in mud. I could hear the shouts from the house. They were coming after me. I was now running on the dirt road. I couldn't see shit in front of me. My legs were getting tired. Did I mention it was a long long long fucking road?

Suddenly lights of a car startled me. I jumped out the way into the woods. I didn't release I would be hurling down a hill. Tumbling down the hill, I reached the bottom. My leg was throbbing extremely bad. I think I was broken. What was I going to do? I couldn't shout because my captors would find me. So I sat in silence. Slowly waiting to die.

Zacky's POV

The car screeched to a halt. She got out and she dived into the woods. Fuck. Val and the guys were running towards me.

"What the fuck happened?" I screamed at them while I got out the car. Matt got out as well and tried to calm me down.

"Zack man chill. We'll find her" What if she was hurt. This was all my fault. If I didn't ignore her, If I just gave her the chance.

"She escaped. After her and Johnny where beating the shit out of each other" I lunged towards Johnny but Matt pulled me back.

"The fuck Johnny?" Matt said. He just shrug his shoulders which pissed me off even more," Well when Zacky trys to kill you don't come crawling to us". Johnny looked down. How dare he put his hands on her. I was not going to try kill. I was going to kill him. But right now I had to find her. She could be seriously hurt. I started to make my way into the woods, and down the hill.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked

"To find my fucking mate"

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