More Than Friends?

*Nicole's POV*
I slowly wake up in an unfamiliar room and look around. There's red graffiti all over the walls to be honest this room looks abandoned. I try moving my arms but my hands are tied together behind my back with rope and my ankles are tied as well. Okay, I'm going to die here. I lay my back back against the wall I was propped up against before and just look at the ceiling. I'm trying to stay as calm as possible but on the inside I'm screaming and having some internal panic attack. While I'm looking a the graffiti on the ceiling I notice how weird the paint is. Oh shit his isn't paint, this is blood... Okay now I'm fucking done. I sit here starting to shake and cry. What am I going to do?? I'm so defenseless! I start sobbing putting my head in my hands. As I shake I feel something poking my butt from my back pocket. Holy shit my pocket knife is in there! I could possibly save myself! As I try moving my hands to my pocket I hear loud heels click against the floor as well as muffled talking outside of the room. I'm panicking as I quickly put my hands back in place. I hear the voices and footsteps get closer to the door. I'm scooting back as far as I can crying still. The doorknob moves and two people come in. Oh god no... It's Brittany.. and my dad?! My eyes go wide and I sit there in shock. My dad? I thought he left!

"Hey there you worthless slut." Brittany spats as she smirks.

"What do you want with me?!" I cry as I scoot back farther.

"I want you to fucking suffer. You don't deserve life. You're fucking petty. You emo slut you got me suspended." I says as she walks closer.

"You're doing this because you got suspended?! That's petty you whore!" I yell crying still scooting back.

"It's not only that, just looking at you disgusts me, you being alive pisses me off, I want you to suffer. And who else better to help me than your lovely father?" She smirks as she notions to him. He give's me an evil smirk and the panic and fear build up in me more. Is he going to finish me off like mom? I'm shaking even worse and still crying.

"Stop day dreaming you worthless cunt." She says throwing some old bloody books at me from the floor. I cry more and scream.

"Here you go, do what you want. I'm going for a pedicure appointment, so remember why I'm paying you." She sternly says walking out of the room shutting the door. Now what am I going to do? I have my pocket knife but god knows what he has. I have such a fucking disadvantage against him along with the fact I'm tied up. He walks over to me with a dirty grin and all I do is cry more.

"Hi sweetie." He grins. "Before I kill you I'm going to get a few things." He says walking to the door. I going to have a little more fun with you before you die." He says as the end of it fades out as he walks out of the room. Please no... He closes and door and I grab the knife and cut the rope on my wrists. I shake my hands then quickly cut the rope tying my ankles together. I stand up running to the door and standing to the right of it so when he opens it he won't see me behind it and I'll get him right then and there...

Notes

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