The things he did to me in the past. The things I let him do to me in the past. Not this time. Not again. Sam and Dean can't help me. Maybe I can help myself. I sure hope so. He yanked me out and threw me onto the ground.
"You replaced me?", he asked with rage.
"Replaced you?", I asked prepared for the hurt I was about to receive.
"I wasn't good enough for you, so you found different hunters to satisfy your needs! Is that it?", he asked kicking me.
I stood up. He was as tall as Sam. "Don't touch me. Just take me back now. Take me back to them and I won't kill you."
He grabbed my hands and pulled my face to his. "You won't kill me?", he asked putting emphasis on the words "you" and "me".
"You know what", I said yanking away from him.
"Say it while you still have the chance", he smiled. God, I hated that smile.
"The Winchesters aren't your replacement", I said as he stepped closer to me.
"They're what you wish you were to me. Everything", I said praying they showed up before he killed me or did what he used to do.
While he was at work beating me, I thought about what I said. I admitted that I need the Winchesters. No. I admitted that even if I didn't need them, I'd want them.
He was done making me choke on my own blood when he sat on me and pushed the hair out of my face.
"Don't", I screamed, accidentally spewing blood.
"What, you didn't miss me?", he asked slicing my face with his knife.
"Get the hell off of me", I screamed.
Sam and Dean, please show up. When this happened in the past, I just waited for it to be over. This time, I have someone I can count on. You said you'd keep me safe. Please help me.
I blocked what happened out of my head. I have this thing where I sing if something bad happens. In my head, of course. La la la la la. It forces me to focus on something other than what is happening. The last time I did that was when Mom and Dad died.
He lit a cigarette before rolling off of me. Just when I thought he might put me out of my misery, he grabbed my arm. I forgot about this too. He burned the cigarette into my skin in the line that the other three burns were in.
I sat up, breathlessly. "I'm done with you", he said putting the cigarette out after taking a long puff.
"Kill me then", I said although I knew I wasn't that lucky.
"How about I kill you after the fun is over?", he said making me dread what he was going to say next.
"Well we already had quite a bit of fun", I said sarcastically. He punched me.
"If you wouldn't have left, we would have fixed that smart mouth by now"
"There's more fun, (y/n)", he said putting his arm around me. Please don't say my name. It makes me sick.
"Yeah?", I asked.
"I got this whole thing on video. Tell me something, sweety. How bad would it make them feel to see all this happening and for them to know they can't save you?", he asked.
"Don't you dare", I said, struggling to stand up.
"What is their number? I'm dying to know", he said.
I reached my hand out to try to take the phone from him and fell forward. He unbuttoned the top of my flannel. "We can always go for round two instead." I would rather that than cause them pain.
He shoved me to the ground. Every time I tried to get up, he shoved me back down. "I'll beat it out of you", he said.
When my body was numb, it was so bad that I couldn't even reply to anything he said with sarcasm. I actually begged him to stop. This is where I'm going to die. Not like this. Please not like this.
An idea came to me. He sends the video, they track his phone, they get here before he kills me. Hopefully. He kicked my face and I reached my hand up towards the phone. I typed Sam's number, smearing blood on the phone. I handed it back to him.
He laughed. "I love watching you suffer. I love seeing you go from strong to broken because of me. I love breaking you."
I rolled onto my stomach and looked at the rocks. They were covered with my blood. I can't even save myself. I deserve this.
His phone rang. Oh, no. He put them on speaker to taunt me.
"Listen, buddy. We didn't watch the video and we don't plan to. But you hear me out. We're going to kill you. If you lay one more hand on her, we'll kill you slowly. If you leave her alone, we'll make it quick. Your choice. Now, put her on the phone", Dean demanded.
The poor guy thought Dean was joking. He put the phone on the ground while he pulled me up by my hair. I threw my fist at him in protest and he caught it and snapped it. I screamed in pain and held my wrist. I sobbed on the ground.
He hung up. I wanted to talk to Dean. I wanted to. Call him back. What if I die. I have to tell them something. I can't die. Not like this.
He pulled a gun from his car. He pointed it at me from the ground. "Get on your knees", he said loading it.
I did and my breaths were almost non existent. "I'm going to shoot you, skip town, and your boyfriends won't ever find me."
That stupid son of a bitch, as Dean would put it. I closed my eyes. I heard the trigger as it was pulled. I heard the gun go off as it did. It was all in slow motion. I opened my eyes and the bullet had just come out of the gun and I watched it. I stopped it. I stopped the bullet. It fell to the ground. I don't know how I did it. He dropped the gun and looked at me with fear.
I'm a freak. It felt like my heart was making up for the slow motion and beating faster than it should have been. I fell backwards and gasped for air.
I heard the Impala speed into the middle of nowhere that we were in.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I screamed inside of my head. I coughed and grabbed at the ground.
When I heard the gun being picked up, I sat up quickly. Suddenly, I didn't care if I could breathe. I was alert. He pulled the trigger. It wasn't towards me this time. It was pointed to Sam's head. Dean didn't have a chance to react.
"No", I screamed and stood. Come on. Slow motion powers thingy, come on. I held my breath and concentrated on the bullet headed for Sam. Everything was slow. The bullet stopped just in front of Sam's head and fell to the ground as well as me.
I began to seize.