Attacked

Chapter 13

***Warning this next part contains things that could cause triggers. Please skip to the next chapter if you do not want to read about violence, s*x and r**e***

He yanked me inside and I immediately felt better after being out of the wind. My skin was bright red and hurt really bad from the cold. He undid his coat and kicked off his boots then decided I couldnt be trusted and tied my wrists together and looped the rope over a support beam in the ceiling. My toes barely skimmed the floor and the rope immediately bit into my wrists, "Please let me go?" He chuckled, "Why? You're mine you know? You have to stay with me?" He squeezed my face with his big hand, "You just need to last longer than the last one." It took a minute to process but once it did it hit me like a mack truck. He killed someone before. I struggled to breathe. I'm going to be next if I dont get away. I really hope someone can find me. I listened to Tyler. I used my head. I talked loud enough he could hopefully hear me. I gave him clues. I even left my phone on so they could trace it right outside if the snow didn't kill it. I wanted to cry, but I was actually afraid if I did he would get mad and hurt me.

The hours passed and I finally couldn't hold it any longer and squeaked out, "Can you untie me so I can use the restroom?" He smirked, "You can earn yourself extra bathroom breaks if you'd like? I've been waiting for you to ask." I didnt want to ask but I struggled out, "How?" He smiled, "You must pleasure me of course." I stared at the ground and didn't answer so he went back to sorting his cans in the kitchen area. My hands were numb and I was still shivering from the cold. He had a fire going but I wasn't close enough to really feel the warmth. It was getting dark now and I was really worried no one was going to come for me. Steve had been relatively quiet but he got up and suddenly started pacing. He started smiling at me and crossed the room grabbing my cheeks, "Its so nice to have you for dinner. Are you hungry?" The look in his eyes terrified me so I shook my head no. Wrong answer. He slapped me so hard I flung to the side. The ropes bit at my wrist and silent tears started running down my cheeks. He ripped my shorts and panties down and forcefully shoved his finger into me. I gasped, "Please no... please... please stop." This time it was a backhand. I tasted the coppery metallic taste and knew I was bleeding. He ripped my tanktop and bra off and hit me in the side with a broomstick. My ribs were still healing so I screamed in pain. A loud bang and the front door lay splintered on the floor. Police with guns drawn ran in yelling, "Hands above your head get on the ground!" Steve jumped behind me and pulled out a knife. I felt so exposed that I almost forgot he was hiding behind me until the knife started slicing into my quad, "If you come any closer I'll kill her!" I heard a gunshot and screamed. I felt the knife go into my leg and swung forward when his body went limp falling into mine. The police rushed forward and within less than a minute the ropes were being cut and I was being lifted into someones arms. Another officer placed a jacket over me and I was rushed out and carried through the woods to the closest ambulance. They immediately started working on the knife in my leg and asking a lot of questions, "What hurts?" I managed to squeak, "He hit me with a broom. I already had fractured ribs." When we got to the hospital it sunk in. They killed him and he was dead when he hit me. Steve's blood was all over the backside of me. I know he's dead. I couldn't stop shaking but the nurses told me it was the adrenaline rush.

I was finally set up in a room and my brother Trent was able to come in, "Oh my God Fia!" He ran over and pushed my hair back searching my face, "Are you okay?" He winced, "Wait stupid question I'm sorry." I grabbed his hand and squeezed. He waited and I whispered, "He's dead." He pulled back, "What?" I locked eyes with him, "He's dead they shot him. He's dead." I was more in shock than anything until he pulled me into a makeshift hug, "Aw Fia come here it's okay." Tyler ran in and looked as pale as a ghost, "Thank God! What happened where are you hurt?" I just started crying and Trent started stroking my hair. Tyler ran to the other side of the bed and grabbed my hand. When I finally calmed down I managed to calm down Trent scoffed, "By the way Logan is in the lobby. That asshole tried to claim being your brother so he could come back instead of me. He's in the waiting room I'm surprised he hasnt just stormed back here yet." I felt a small smile on my lips and Trent smiled back, "I'll go get him." Once he was out of the room Tyler said, "I'm sorry I couldnt get to you fast enough. I tried so f*****g hard Fia. I did. I'm so sorry." I squeezed his hand, "It's okay. You couldnt have gotten there fast enough. Everything happened so fast I couldn't even get to a neighbor." Logan stormed into the room and scooted right past Tyler taking my hand, "How ya feelin darlin?" The doctor came in before I could answer, "Fia I'm Doctor Morgan I'd like to go over your results is now a good time." I nodded. He glanced at the guys but nodded, "You have a deep laceration in your leg. You need to stay off of it for a few days. Your ribs have also been refractured so those will be tender for a while longer. I'm prescribing you some pain medication but you cant drive while taking it. No alcohol either. If you have any questions dont hesitate to reach out. You'll have to see your primary doctor in two weeks to check your stitches and have them taken out. You also have a concussion do you have someone who can stay with you? Before I could say anything both Tyler and Logan stepped up, "We got her." He nodded and on his way out said, "Take care Fia the nurse will be in shortly to get you discharged." Allison stormed in shooing both Tyler and Logan out, "She needs to change out out out! Don't worry Fia I got a bag for you." She brought me some of my comfy baggy sweatpants and my favorite hoodie along with my fuzzy boots. The nurses had gotten me cleaned up so Allison was able to just get me in my comfy clothes. When the nurse came in to discharge me she made me get in a wheelchair to be taken out. Logan pulled his big truck up to the front and he helped me get in the passenger seat.