Heaven waits for no angels

AddiLynn's P. O.V

"Look all this blood!" Christopher remarks before hitting me with a sock again. He was right, my blood is everywhere and my face hurts. This was only the first hit. "Wanna know what's in here baby doll?" Another chimed in. Filling in for Dallas after I put him away. I felt the blood pour out of my nose, it's most likely broken.

"What's his number baby?" Christopher been mocking me for days. I knew if he really wants Andy's cell phone number, he would have it. He just wants me to betray Andy's trust.

"FUCK OFF" I spat bravely. Regretting it as soon as I said it. Getting on his knees, he pulled something out of his back Jean pocket. Christopher's blood is boiling. Losing his head, he cut open my arm. The sharpened sliver blade quickly turned crimson red as it slowly, gracefully walked down the aisle of my skin. My muscles ached as the blade cut deeper and deeper into my body.

I think about dying but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is, the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape this. I'm trapped and I feel claustrophobia's mind setting kicking in more and more each day. I'm wasting every second, even now I'm thinking this when I should be out there, fighting for my daughter and I.I should be living, what living really is. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing, or how to get out.

I love that moment, when you're on a long car ride or reading, and you completely zone out; forget your troubles, everything around you, you are focused on one thing, and you are content. Everything seems perfect, you're not crying. I don't have this anymore. Am I dying?

Christopher tugged on my chin making me look into his sinful brown eyes so they connected with mine. It has been said that brown eyes are the most boring in color, but once you learn to love the person thy eyes behold, they become the most beautiful things you've ever seen. Andy believes this, but I never could. For all I see in those brown eyes isn't a window to happiness, it's simply the gates of hell.

With christopher slapping me, I come back to realty as I fall to the ground. The other man standing above me began to unbuckle his belt. Hearing the clinging of the metal, Christopher slaps the man. "No more sec while she's awake, she enjoys it to much. We must be bigger than Andy." Laugher filled the basement."It's locks sweetheart. " Christopher picks up the sock. No wonder it hurts so much. He pulls out three locks, the kind you'd put on your locker in school.


He hits me one more time, all I remember thinking is, I hope aubrey isn't watching.

Notes

The end is near guys I'm sad.