Jasmine's Pov:

I woke up on the floor, quickly jumping up. I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair quickly realizing I was naked. I looked up on the bed but it was empty. I frowned slightly. What was I thinking last night.

That's when I heard talking coming from the small "living room" it was accompanied by screaming coming through a phone.

"Thats it," I heard, it sounded like Renee as I walked closer to the phone,"I'm going over to their apartment and I'm going to get some sense into that boy, I'm gonna tell the rest of the cast,"

"Okay," Pippa said almost frustrated as she hung up.

I rubbed my eyes as she faced me, "what was that about?" I croaked.

She set down her phone, "Called Renee,"

"Oh."

Pippa bit her lip, "shes gonna tell the rest of the cast,"

"Oh." I said again, not fully processing what she was saying. Then it hit me.

"OH." I yelled as Pippa nodded, "you know what," I said walking away to put in clothes," I give up, they can do what they want. It's just..." I sighed.

"What," She said.

"Something doesn't add up, the girl...she looks....familiar," I said hesitantly; squinting, as I thought about where I had seen her before.

Pippa shrugged, "In school maybe, like college,"

"School. Of course," I laughed grabbing my hair, "high school, I know who she is, we need to go back to New York,"

I grabbed Pippas shoulders pulling her forward to face me.

"We can't, our flight isnt for another 2 days," She said.

"You're right," I sighed over dramatically.

"Don't even try it, I'm not buying another flight,"

"Fuck," I mumbled.

She raised an eyebrow.

"But Anthony," I begged shaking her back and forth.

"Listen," she sighed, "maybe, just call him?" She tried.

"Yes....yeah....okay," I ran my hands through my hair again as I stepped away.

"Um...shit, get me my phone," I said gesturing for Pippa to bring it over.

She sighed passing it to me. I quickly speed dialed his number and put my phone to my ear.

For forehead scrunched up as I heard a voice mail, an unfamiliar one. It was just silence then a loud beep could be heard at the end of it.

I tried again, "it's-it's not working," I said falling to my knees.

Pippa caught me before I could actually fall, I looked up at her - tears streaming down my face- "what if-" I started.

"No no no, no what ifs, he has to be fine, he is fine," Pippa practically pleaded with me.

"But you don't understand Phillipa, she is no good, she is bad news, trouble, if she found Ant, its game over for any of us, she is dangerous," I said as I remembered all the nights I had to force feed Ant, pleading with him to get help for his situation, it was the reason we moved in together.

"What if I got a ticket for tomorrow?" She asked rubbing my shoulders.

I sighed, "yeah, alright, I guess," I said wipping away a few of the left stray tears.

(Anthony's Pov) Meanwhile...

"Its just so..." she pressed down over the same cut again with the knife, making sure the tissue that made up my body would never heal, this time digging it further, I winced in pain, soon groaning when she lapped up more blood, "so good." She concluded.

My voice was shaky and frail, as I had not eaten in the time I had been here, not even water, just living off of my kidnappers bodily fluids. My body shivered at the thought. "Why?" I asked hanging my head down.

"Why, Veronica?" I asked holding my head up a bit more, my hands were still attached to the bed, making my wince every time there was any sort of slight movement. Which was constant.

She slapped my face and tugged on my hair, making me let out a groan in frustration.

"Because Anthony, you left me, and for no reason too, you left me for that thing you call 'your girlfriend'" she said walking around me like a dictator.

"But you hurt me?" I asked as tears blurred my vision.

"I hurt you to make you stronger, I saw potential in you Anthony," she said looking above me.

"But you have Jason now, why do you care about me?" I asked as blood poured from my nose, I was panting, my chest heaving up and down as she ran the knife over it.

"Because, Jason Dean can't satisfy every need," she shrugged, "you gotta do what you gotta do, anyway, I'll let you out tonight, you've done enough, but if I ever need more, you know," she winked at me before grabbing the key to unlock the chains.

I stayed laying in the bed, I could barely move enough to get myself home.

She cocked her head to the side putting on a fake pout, "awww, my baby can't move," she out her hand over her chest.

Tears made their way down my face again.

She snickered and left the room, soon returning with sweatpants and a sweatshirt for me to put on.

"Don't worry, I will drive you home." She said holding up car keys. I nodded almost grateful, grateful I was leaving.

(Time Skip to an hour later)

She parked in front of the apartment building, opening the door for me to come out on my own. I grabbed the door handle weakly and pushed it forward slightly, almost crying when I felt my wrist give away.

She leaned over the car to open the door for me, I used the door as a crutch to get out. I left the door open  not caring if she yelled at me. She's done worse.

The moment I went to even open my apartment door, it whipped open. It was Renee in my apartment, looking mad as hell.

"So where have you been?" She asked crossing her arms.

"Places," my voice cracking, "can I please go in,"

My voice was hoarse and sounded old from the yelling and screaming.

She moved out the way letting me through. Before I could even get a yard in, she grabbed my wrist tightly. Causing me to yelp.

"Please let go, Renee, I'm begging you please let go," I begged.

I stopped breathing out of fear, I saw something glint her eyes before it turned back to her previous stance.

"Just tell me one thing," she asked throwing down my arm making me hiss in pain. The sweatshirt hoodie over my head prevented Renee from seeing the brushes and marks on my face.

"Why did you cheat on Jasmine?" She said cold but calmly.

"What?" I asked, suddenly scared.

"I said why did you cheat," She yelled a bit louder.

I started stammering, thinking of a response, tears made their way down my face.

Next thing I knew was that I was merely with a familiar sting in my right cheek. I fell back on the floor, my face turning. I grabbed my face, it was now bleeding because the lashes from the whip were now open.

I moved my hands to see blood covering them. I bit my lip and looked up at Renee, but she wasn't there. She was simply gone the moment she slapped me.

I sat there on the floor for a few hours till I finally got up to get my pills. I fell every few seconds, biting my lip as I reached up for them in the cabinet.

At least they'll be to good use for once, I thought, these things cost money, I didn't take them though. Why? I don't know. I went to pick up a glass which I quickly dropped on the floor by accident.

I stared down at the floor tears flooding my eyes quickly again. The glass all around me. My breath quickened as I pressed my back up against the island looking down at the mess I made. The oanta turned to hiccups, and my throat even more sore.

My throat closed in and I scrambled my entire body shaking in fear as I crouched down to pick up the glass pieces, I fumbled with then a bit in my hand till they left tiny splinters. I ignored them and picked up more.

I turned to my fist full of glass.

I was numb, I couldn't feel. So I tried to. By closing my fist around the glass chunks. The pain made my cry out in shock. Regardless I continued to squeeze down until blood was oozing everywhere and glass was stuck in my hand.

I took the remaining glass in my other hand and did the same. I looked down at my blood stained hands. I lifted up my sweatshirt to see the open scar of my stomach squeezing my hands around the glass even tighter. Trails of tears were evident on my face. I closed my eyes, sitting there. The glass in my hand. Being still.

Most importantly: Still Numb