Chapter 324: Broken

I sigh and shiver. I'm cold. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry. And I'm lonely. All I have for company is my depressing thoughts.

I don't have any clothes except for the wet night shirt that got torn. I'm using it as a blanket, but at this point I don't know if it's doing more harm than good. At least it's covering my nakedness.

I wonder what Liam is doing? Is he still looking for me or did he give up on me already?

I remember the last night I saw him. He was so sweet to me. He kissed me. And kept kissing me.

“Don’t worry, Princess. We’ll see each other again. I promise,” he chuckled to me, trying to convince me to go be with my sisters. He didn't want to come up though... “As much as I’d love to be with you for this, I’m not exactly part of the Turner family yet.”

I sniff and blink back my tears. As far as I'm concerned, he's part of my family, and I refuse to believe he would give up looking for me this easily.

Rick and Trent both went through hell looking for my sisters, and Jos had been gone for days. Liam wouldn't leave me. I know it.

I miss my sisters. I miss my brothers-in-law. I miss my little neice! I didn't get to see baby Sophie for long. What I never get to see her again?

I close my eyes and make a wish. I want to go home and be with my family.

Then those bright blue eyes sparkle at me in my mind. "Don't give up, Liv. I'm coming for you," he promises. "Any time now, I'm going to march into that room and steal you back. Then I'm never letting you go again!"

And I believe it, even if it's just in my mind.

"I hope you kick the shit outta Brax for me," I whisper into the dark. "I don't have the energy," I mumble. My head is spinning and I'm getting sleepy. I wonder if I can sleep until they find me?

Braxton came to see me earlier and tossed me a piece of bread and cheese he counted as food. Then he gave me a bottle of water. I guess he doesn't want me dead. He needs me for something...

It's a good thing he didn't try to touch me again. If he had I wouldn't torn off his balls. Maybe I could've dragged it out, making it slow and painful... Would that show him how angry I am? Or would it be best to make it quick? I don't even know if what I'm envisioning is possible... but it makes me feel a tiny bit better...

I might not have the energy or the strength to push him off me, but I'm pretty sure I'm pissed enough to remove him of his manhood.

It's so quiet in here... I need... some sort of noise.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star," I whisper. My voice is hoarse and dry, and probably way off key, but I don't care. No one is in here to listen to me.

"How I wonder what you are..." I mumble, keeping my eyes closed. Maybe I can sing myself to sleep. I've never done that before. Josie has a beautiful voice, and she would sing to me when I was stressed at the Taylor's house.

"Up above the world so high... Like a diamond in the sky... Twinkle, twinkle little star... How I wonder what you are," I rasp.

I wish I had my sketch pad. I wish I had something to draw with...

I feel a spring poking through the mattress, and an idea comes to me. It's probably not a good idea. But now it's a little spark in my mind and I can't get it out of my head.

I scrape my finger along the twisted metal coil and start to bleed. I'm probably gonna get tetanus or something, but right now I don't even care.

I reach up and move my finger across the bare cement wall. I don't even know what the hell I'm drawing. It doesn't even matter.

I squeeze the hole in my skin, causing myself to bleed.

And I begin to paint with my blood as I repeat the words to the song, over and over again.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel so broken right now, I'm happy for the pain in my finger. I need to feel something other than empty.

I pull back after I'm done and I see a starry sky, dripping in my blood with the words written Never Give Up.

I guess I'm not as broken as I thought.