Lost Without You

TWELVE

'It's ok to be afraid Jayce.'

'But then the pack would think I'm nothing but a weak and useless wolf.'

'Then prove them wrong Jayce.'

'I—I don't know if I can Luca.' I sat up on the grass and stayed there, waiting for me to heal fully so that I could find Amelia.

'You'll find a way Jayce.'

I sighed as pictures of Amelia's frightened face filled my mind, 'Luca, we need to find Amelia soon otherwise I will become afraid. But not because of the future of my pack, but because of the future with Amelia.'

'Don't worry Jayce, we will find her.'

Those four words played over and over again.

We will find her.

We.

Will.

Find.

Her.

'She's strong Jayce, shell fight for herself.'

❣️AMELIA TAYLOR❣️

Pain.

Inside and out.

That was all I could feel.

I opened my bruised eyes to see a dark room. Concrete floor and concrete walls covered in dirt, an iron door at the end of the room and no bed.

So, I was left on the cold, hard concrete floors.

My clothes soaked in blood and my chest feeling like fire as well as a pounding head. I tried to sit up but my ribs stopped me, they felt like they were broken, but, I don't they are.

I think they're badly bruised.

I pushed myself past the burning pain coming from my arm and ribs and stood up, holding onto the wall for support. I walked over to the door and repeatedly moved the handle up and down.

But it didn't move, which I knew would happen. I banged on the door multiple times and yelling for help only to fall weakly on the floor.

My knees jarring as they hit the floor and my arms to weak to catch myself before landing flat on my face. I laid there, motionless as my thoughts took control.

What if I'm stuck in here for the rest of my life?

What if someone kills me?

And if I got out would me kidnapper follow me forever, trying to get me back?

What if this memory stays with me forever?

Tears fell down my cheeks as the answers to my questions appeared.

I don't want to stay here forever!

Someone is going to kill me!

I would never get out!

This memory will always stay with me, even in death!

No, no, no.

Why does life hate me so much?!

Why does my father hate me so much?!

I sat up and leaned against the wall. I brought my knees closer to my chest and rested my head on my arms. The tears I kept hidden all those years suddenly came flowing out.

I sat there for minutes or hours, I don't even know anymore since this damn room doesn't have a clock in it! This is making me mad!

After a while, I heard the door click and swing open. In walked my father, holding a bowl of soup with one hand while the other shut the door.

And locked it.

He put the bowl of soup on the ground and glared at me, "If I'm going to hide you forever then I'm gonna at least have to feed you." He mumbled and pushed the bowl closer to me with his foot.

I looked up at him before moving my shaky hands to pick up the bowl. But he only kicked it, making the soup go all over the floor, "But I'm not going to feed you yet."

I only crawled over to the corner and rolled into a ball, facing the wall and closed my eyes. In my mind I started chanting 'everything will be ok' except I know it won't be.

I could hear the thump of his boot become louder and louder indicating me that he was coming closer to me. And he was, because my back ached as his boot connected to my spine.

"You ungrateful little rat! No one likes you!"

Your mother hates you! Your sister hates you!"

"Your friends all hate you!"

"And I hate."

I didn't make a sound, even though the pain was making it enough to create a rainbow with all the swear words. But I knew, if I said something it would only land in me being hurt more.

The room became silent, except for the sound of my fathers boot and the faint sound of the door clicking. I was alone with the darkness slowly taking control of my mind.

It was all I could see.

All I could feel and hear.

The darkness was everything.

I could be here for the rest of my life.

And to think my life was getting better the moment I saw Logan or Jayce, those two made me want to believe in myself and be me.

But now I don't know.

Everything is just one big mess.

A mess that can't be fixed with one person.

But I don't want others to feel the pain that destroyed me.

I keep it all inside because I'd rather the pain destroy me, than everyone else.

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This chapter is shorter than it should've been, and I did try to add stuff to it but nothing was coming to mind for it.

I think this chapter is one of the best I've written (I think).

Thanks again!

~oxCJSxo