Survival Mode

Chapter 7: Don’t run away

Devyn's POV:

I was out of breathe but I couldn't stop they were going to find me if I did....

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I was running and hitting branches left and right, "Run, b***h, Run" I heard them yelling, they were beyond pissed, why'd I do that? I thought to myself. Typical guys I thought, hearing their footsteps getting even closer. I mentally cursed myself "f**k" they were getting closer and quickly. I needed an escape, and to think fast. I suddenly heard dogs in the distance. "Oh no, if they find me, I'm toast, no I'm dead meat."

Suddenly, I saw an escape and prayed to god they didn't find me. I crouched down and pulled my head to my knees while crying to myself silently, "How the f**k did I end up here?" I muttered. I saw them run by then ran the other way. I felt like I was running in circles not knowing where I was going but I ran an ran still going. Still moving. Then I heard something, I think their coming back this way.

I ran right, then left, then right again i was running out of breath but I couldn't stop unless I wanted to get killed.

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Flashback....

I was coming home from school one day and to my surprise I saw some suspicious looking black cars that didn't belong to us outside. "What's going on?" I asked after slowly entering my house the first thing I saw was my parents tied up, my eyes got big, their hands were tied to the back of the chair and there legs to the chair legs. "Mom? Dad? Wh-" There tied up stupid, they can't respond.

Soon, I saw a few guys coming from god knows where and they were freakishly tall they also had strong builds. They were definitely not here to just have a chat and some tea with cookies. I opened my mouth to say something but soon closed it as I heard them speaking to one another, then stopped when they noticed I was in the room.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" I lost my voice as I couldn't speak. "It seems that these two barnacles have a daughter, well, who would of thought?" A tall man who was wearing sunglasses and a long coat on from his shoulder to his leg with slicked black hair and a little stubble had said to me in a thick accent.

"I- well-." I paused.

"I- well-." He copied me then squinted his eye shrugging.

He was mocking me, making me look like a i***t for sure.

"Please I'll do whatever you want just let my parents go! They have nothing to do anything and you f*****g know it!" I was petrified.

"Watch your mouth you little bitch." He said getting angry

"Yea? And what. I demand you to release my parents! Right this instinct!" I tried to seem brave but he saw right through me.

"I don't take demands from people like you. Watch yourself your digging a grave darling." He smirked not even looking my way.

"All I know is, one of you motherfuckers better release my parents or we will have a problem."

What just happened? I was still processing what had happened as I was holding my cheek because it stung.

"Y-you slapped me." I said with teary eyes.

"Not so big an tough anymore huh? You see, I'm not about to play these little...whatever you wanna call them ok sweetheart? Few things you should know. 1. Don't demand nothing from me I take that offensively and common American word would be a brat, no? 2. I does as I please you have a problem you can talk to the gun. 3. I take what I want when I want, I'm the main boss in charge and I don't take no very kindly." He fake smiled at me patting my head like I'm a dog he doesn't wanna touch.

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One of my men came over to talk to me, "No, she knows to much. No, you know why we have to take her with us, I don't like her too and I wish I could just kill her but it's way to Public, there's neighbors, to much. I can't. Not right now anyways."

"I hate to do this but I have no choice, if she dirties or damages anything you know what to do."

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Devyn POV:

"Wait! Stop! What are you doing! Put me down!" I was kicking and screaming but nothing was working. Where were they taking me? Most importantly, what are they going to do to me? To my parents?? Oh god, I don't want to die. Thinking about all this made me start crying and next thing you know, I was unconscious as a cloth with a special kind of alcohol, made contact with my nose, suffocating me knocking me out.

As I was currently unconscious in a moving vehicle, I heard people were communicating but I couldn't make out what they were saying and I was attempting to wake up or make out what they were saying but I couldn't. I felt dead but I was just paralyzed, that's all it was.

Suddenly the car came to a stop after a long drive, and my eyes opened. I was trying to make out where I was but I couldn't. Only thing I saw was a big mansion and a long driveway. Of course he had a mansion what's the surprise? I must of zoned out as I was being dragged out of the car and one of the imbeciles left me with someone who was weak enough to hit him where the sun didn't shine.

While he was screaming and trying to catch me I started running and thus ran away successfully until today.

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Honestly I thought I was in the clear. I should of suspected they weren't going to stop especially when it came to what caused this whole situation. "I don't wanna talk about what happened after that, that's where I'm traumatized more. Can we talk in our next session?"

"You have a few minutes left but we can try to work on talking about your trauma in our next session, that's why your here in the first place. We need to talk about this, I'm sorry that this happened to you and you can barely function but we need to figure all this out. I was a crying mess, I really didn't wanna talk about this, my heart was beating fast and I was trying to breathe but then I started shaking and my therapist had to calm me down.

"I'm very sorry that you were having a panic attack just now but I still need to know what happened so we can process this properly."

"Fine! You wanna know what happened? The first time they found me after thinking I was good I was thrown in a room then I found my way to the backyard as I was in the backyard and I heard his voice and he wasn't in a very good mood..."

My therapist looked at me confused, "I'm sorry come again? His backyard....?"