Chapter 19

It's been three days in this hell-hole. 

Three days of torture, three days of starvation, three days of hurt. 

When I woke up from the dream I had of Jordan, Ashton came in, angry. He said he'd heard me mumbling Jordan's name. 

He punished me, making new bruises and scars. 

Now I have a huge gash over my forehead, Melisa tried taking care of me, but without the meds we need there's nothing she can do but clean my wounds and cover them with strips of our clothing.

Sometimes during sleeping, Ashton would come in and drag Melisa out, When I was going to help her she shook her head and gave me a sad smile.

I knew what Ashton was going to do to Melisa, it was sick.

Using girls for his needs.

But yesterday, me and Melisa were safe, Ashton didn't come down here, it was quiet.

Too quiet. 

I'm wondering why, is it because he left? or he just got sick of us and went off to find another girl.

God I hope not. If another innocent girl is captured, I don't know what would happen.

I don't want another episode of what happened to me, to another girl. 

Like I said Ashton's a psycho, Class A asshole. Melisa was sleeping peacefully beside me, well as peaceful as we can be, we still need to be alert when Ashton is going to get us.

Now I'm scared by his presence, he hasn't tried anything sexual to me, yet. But soon I know that day will come. 

And I'm scared. 

I'm not only scared for me, I'm scared for Melisa, because if he can already do that to me, e'll get rid of Melisa, for good. 

I clenched my fists, tears blurring my eyes.

The past three days, Melsia has grown on me, she's like a mother who takes care of her child, she's too sweet and kind. I don't want to see her beautiful brown eyes be dull and lifeless, dead.

And the times when Ashton was torturing me, I felt numb, it still hurt but it feels like my body's going numb, like... I'm dying. 

Death isn't an option, but even if I just spent a few days here, I already wanted to die. 

I couldn't take it anymore, all the torture, the pain, I couldn't stand too much. 

I don't even shut down anymore, when too much was much for me I always shut down, but why now? Why not now? why do I endure all this torture when I can just die?

Death sounds nice now. 

Forever asleep, in a black abyss. Quiet and no one can hurt me anymore. 

With death, I couldn't feel pain or sadness or self pity. I would feel... nothing, nothing at all. 

Even if nothing, that would be better than pain and sadness. Pain and sadness hurts too much that I couldn't bare it. 

I pushed my hair back and tried to stand up, holding on to the wall to support me.

I limped towards the metal door, reaching my hand out to it, I knocked loudly. The sound echoing in the room, I glanced at Melisa to see her awake. 

Must be by the sound I made. 

"Jessica, what are you doing?" she asked, standing up, she walked towards me and I faced the door again, banging loudly.

A hand stopped me from knocking again, Melisa's, "What are you doing? This is suicide!" She told me, fear clear in her eyes. 

I shook my head, pulling my hand away from her and now banged the door with both of my hands. Melisa got a hold of me pulling me away from the door, I yelled out violently and kicked the door with my legs but Melisa already pulled me away.

I didn't know she could be this strong.

"Jessica, please stop. Think about your health, you could die if he tortures you again. You're only human." Melisa tells me pleadingly, and I looked at her without emotion.

"That's the plan," 

BANG!

The door swung open and a very angry Ashton came towards us "WHO WOKE ME UP AT THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?!" he yelled, furiously his hands clenched. 

"Me," I muttered and he pulled me by my hair, "You B!tch," he seethes, pulling me out of the room by the hair, I yelled out in pain, holding on to his hand on my hair, trying to lessen the pain.

He dragged me back to the torture chamber where he threw me in, I hit my head againts the metal chair. 

I whimpered, curling into a ball, I peeked a little and saw Ashton with a whip, I bit my lip stopping myself from sobbing. 

I felt being whipped, and another, and another and another. 

"Scream, wh0re!" Ashton orders me and pulls me to stand up by the hair rougly, I screamed in pain, my throat hurting.

I had enough of pain, I couldn't bare it, I kicked him on his sun dont shine. 

He growled in pain and let go of me, cupping it.

I fell the the floor, I glanced briefly before standing up and limped out, I limped towards the stairs and I looked up from below.

There was light from upstairs, it looked like heaven to me, I glanced back before climbing the steps quickly, Ashton wouldn't be down for long. 

I stumbled at the last step but got at the top, I went through the door, closing it and locking it behind me. 

I was back inside the house, I gasped jogging towards the living room, even when my scars and bruises still hurt, I still need to be fast. 

When I reached the living room, I went towards the house phone and quickly dialed the number at Jordan's.

Pick up, pick up, picku up. I chanted it my head, closing my eyes, tears forming from the corner of my eyes. 

"Hello?" a sleepy voice asked and I gasped, Jeyden, "Jeyden, it's me Jessica, please, please, please help me, he's abusing me, Help--" I didn't finish my sentence because I heard the line went dead. 

"You think you can run away easily, huh?" Ashton asked and I looked at him wide eye while dropping the phone. 

Ashton pulled at my leg making me fall and hit my head on the coffee table. I cried out while my hands flew to my head with blood oozing out from the gash.

"What was that?" I heard a voice and footsteps, come near. Hayley.

"Jessica?" I heard her gasp, but I couldn't see her reaction because I couldn't keep myself awake, I was feeling sleep all of a sudden.

"Go back to your room Hayley, I'm doing business here." Ashton growled at his sister, I heard her go back up and I suddenly felt disapointed and sad.

Disappointed that she didn't argue with Ashton and tried to help me, she was my friend, What happened? Was that all a Facade?

Sad that, she is my friend but she done nothing to even try to save me from her phsychotic brother.

***

He threw me in battered and bruised, when he got me down at the basement again he threw me in the torture room where I passed out for a solid three hours.

Those three hours made him angry, saying that I was resting, he got more rough in torturing me.

I couldn't even crawl or open my eyes from the tiredness and pain. 

"Stay awake, Jessica, Please." I heard someone mumble, who was I again? 

"I feel tired," I mumbled, smiling slightly.

Was I crazy? No. Was I delusional? I don't know. 

"Stay awake," her voice faded suddenly into darkness.