Leaving Hope To Bleed *May Be Triggering to Some*

I don't want to leave the blackness but the aching pain in my head pulls me back to reality. I force my eyelids open and blink a few times, trying to focus. I slowly sit up, my body aching with every move I make. I'm not in my room, far from it. I see nothing but black, black walls, black bed sheets and black clothes laying all over the floor. A picture of Ashley flashes in my mind.....Ashley.
I remember what happened, Ashley knocked me out. I quickly crawl out of the bed and run over to the door. I open it slowly, being as quiet as I can and poke my head out. I look down the hallway but see nothing. I open the door wider allowing for me to step out. I walk to the end of the hallway and look down the steps. I hear people talking, I think I hear the guy that was holding Amber. Amber.... "Ow! You stupid bitch!" A loud voice is followed by a loud cry. That was Amber. I stand for a second, debating whether I should go down or not. I'm scared to, but I can't let them hurt Amber.

I swallow down my fear and slowly make my way down the steps. My legs feel weak and my breath hitches. I slowly walk down the hall and stop at the end. I look around the corner holding my breath so they don't hear me. There are at least 4 black leather couches sprawled across the room. Ashley and the tall guy are on one of them and the shorter one is on another. Amber is on her knees in front of Ashley. She has a bloody nose and her face is wet with tears. Her blonde hair is sticking up everywhere and her eyes are bloodshot. Amber glances up and our eyes meet. I stand for a second frozen. Hope sparks in her eyes. She starts to move her mouth and I focus intently.......'run' she's telling me to run. She glances towards the others to make sure they're not looking. I shake my head. 'No, I'm not leaving without you' I mouth back. She gives me a pleading look. 'Yes, run and get help' That's all she says before looking away. What if I run, they notice I'm gone and kill her? I could never imagine Ashley going to those extremes but, I never thought Andy would hit me. But look what he did.

I back away from the corner and flatten myself against the wall. What am I supposed to do? I take a deep breath and try to think. Ok, I need to find a door. I walk back down the hall and turn into the room to the left which is a kitchen. The kitchen is big and beautiful. I has bright white tiles and nice marble counter tops. maybe I can find a knife....I quietly run around the kitchen looking for a knife. I find a set of kitchen knifes and grab the biggest one, which is not that big. But it's better than nothing. I grip the handle tightly in my sweating palm.

What am I going to do? Just approach them with a knife? I'm not saying that I wont use the knife, but the only way I will use it is if I have to. I go back to the doorway of the kitchen and stop. The tall one, I think his name is Chris stands looking down at me. One of his drawn-on eyebrows are raised and he's smirking.
"I see that you're awake. Did you need something?" He asks looking down at the knife in my hand. My throat goes dry and I can't move, I just stare at him. I step back and glance around. There is no where for me to go, unless I try to climb out of the window. He lunges at me and I jump back screaming. I drop the knife, making it hit the ground with a loud clattering sound. I run for the window, throwing it open. I get up on the counter and I start to crawl through the window. Both of my ankles are grabbed and I'm yanked back. I grab on to the window sill tightly as he pulls on me. He tugs harshly, making it harder for me to hold one. After about a minute of me not letting go he drops my legs and I fall on the counter.

I instantly get back up, trying to crawl through the window, but he grabs my body and pulls me away. His long arms trap me, crushing my already cracked ribs. I cry out in pain, wanting him to let go. Ashley runs into the room and stops at the doorway.
"Well somebody's awake." he says with a smug look. I scratch at the guys arms, my feet are at least an inch of the ground. He lets go and I fall to the ground, hitting my tailbone. The knife is right by Ashley's feet, maybe I can get to it...I lunge for the knife but Ashley swoops it up.
"Is this what you want?" He asks twirling the knife in his hands. I slowly stand up glancing back at the guy. "Well take it." He hands me the knife. I snatch it from him and step back. He smirks at me and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Go ahead, use it." He tells me, he knows I'm not going to use it. He knows I'm too weak. I hate being weak.

I step back again....and again.....and then I bump into the guy. I quickly turn around.
"Boo." He says looking down at me. He grabs the knife and rips it out of my hand, throwing it somewhere. He pushes me and I stumble back, tripping and crashing to the floor. Ashley kicks me in the face and blood spills from my mouth. He knocked a tooth lose. I cry out and curl up into a ball. This is the only thing I can do.

My hair is grab and I'm dragged out of the kitchen. It feel like he's pulling my scalp off of my skull, he probable is. "Stop!" I scream as I'm dragged into the living room. My hair is let go and I curl back up into a ball. Tears squeeze through my closed eyelids. A foot drives into my side, forcing all the air in my lungs to leave.
"Get over there." Ashley says pointing to Amber. I slowly get on my hands and knees and crawl over to Amber. I sit beside her, leaning into her for support and close my eyes.
"Drink this." I hear Ashley say and I force my eyes open. He's holding a big bottle of Whiskey.
"No. Ashley, please not again." He growls at me.
"Do I have to force you again?" He asks. I shake my head and slowly take the big bottle.

Jacob's POV:

"Well, I don't care what you did or didn't do. Or if you tried to stop it or not. All I know is it better not happen again. I don't want to see you or any of your friends even looking at Summer."
"Or what?" He challenges.
"There will be consequences." I growl.
"What are you going to do? Call the cops on me?" He asks in a mocking tone.
"Oh no. I wont need the cops. By the time I'll be done with y'all I'll be taken away by the cops." My older brother was in the military, and I know he would beat all their asses if he heard what happened to Summer.

"Ohh, I'm soo scared. Somebody help me." I shake my head at him
"I'm warning you." I growl walking away. He doesn't know who he's messing with.

Summer's POV:

I take a small sip of the Whiskey. It tastes disgusting and gives me a tingling sensation in my throat. I grip the bottle tightly and take another sip. Ashley sits down on the couch and takes a shot of Vodka. The shorter one lights up a cigarette and inhales deeply. He blows out, a cloud of smoke leaking into the air.
"Keep drinking." Ashley tells me. I take another big sip. Maybe if I drink the whole thing, I'll black out and wont have to be here. I can go back to the safety of the blackness. I used to be afraid of the dark. I use to fear what the dark had in it. But now, now I welcome it more than anything. The blackness of my mind has became my sanctuary.

Notes

Hey, so this will be continued...for maybe about another two chapters so just hang on. I'll update as soon as possible. *_*