// hello, it's the author here. I just wanted to say thanks for everyone who has supported me in making this! I have been here in Wattpad for a year now and honestly when I first joined I had no idea what I was doing.

     I wrote my first book which is called "I'm not a fighter Tom x Reader" and damn, it honestly sucked.

     But I still love that book because it helped me learn how to write properly. I still need to learn more and improve.

     I was never into reading or writing when I downloaded this app. Mainly why I downloaded it was because I just wanted to read dear star boy.... I cried not going to lie.

     I wanna thank you all who has supported me! I love the people who like what I write! Thank you all so much and have a good writing!// P.S that's not my art but I just love it!//

     //Y/n POV//

Days upon days had went by. I don't know exactly how many went by, I don't pay much attention to the calendar I was given. It just lays on the floor for days.

     Breakfast was given to me. By Red of course. There always would be eggs and bacon. Sometimes I think he only knows how to cook those certain things.

     I haven't seen Red in days. Sometimes I miss him, sometimes I cry because I felt alone.

     I would feel good every time I was brought food. Though, I would feel worse not eating most of it.

     The last time I've seen Red (which was several days ago) was when we had that small moment together. He hadn't come back since but I would receive good and sometimes little sticky notes on the side.

"Eat this because you appreciated my company." The latest note said, which was today.

So it's just me here, casually sitting in bed with nothing to do.

I still had the hoodie on. I felt the urge to always have it with me. Mostly because it had long sleeves.

The scalpel I hid in my slipper was in the bathroom. Used and stained.

My mind has a thing for wondering into dark things. Things that didn't even exist.

What if Red—

Wait, why do I care of what Red thinks about me?! He kidnapped me! He got me into this mess!

No, I can't blame it on him. He only wants power. Obvious from the start. I'm a hostage and soon I'll be at a cabin helping him clean. I'll probably do more then that. I'll probably cook for him and be chained to the leg of my bed to not escape.

Tears would randomly go down my face. Sometimes intentionally and sometimes accidental. Funny, huh?

Since no one was here. No one to hear me and to see me. I would cry and scream for a long time.

I'm worthless.

The amount of time I had everyday would be obviously twenty four hours. My routine was simple now. Wake up, eat little amount of food, shower, feel crappy, self harm, change my clothes, sit back in bed and think of every possible problem in my life.

I'll take the scalpel and place it on the very top of my vain, thinking of every reason why I should go.

And I'll think about Red.

Shouldn't I be thinking about Patryck? Since he's always nice to me?

I assume it's about around the afternoon. I hadn't got my lunch yet and that would be around 1pm in the afternoon.

I was staring at the blank wall of the room. Well, I had just realized that there is a small, itty bitty, smudge on the wall. It's was dark and black as I have just been staring at it for the
past— the past— how long has it been?!

I don't pay attention to the clock either. It's still on the other side of the glass wall. Still, I could go get it but I'm afraid of being caught again.

When you look a little closer. It kind of looks like an upside down heart.

I looked closer, leaning in as I did. I turned my head a little to the left, tilting ever so slightly.

"It's does look like a heart." I said to myself.

Once I realized what was going on with me, I sat up straight and with wide eyes my jaw dropped a little.

I need to stop talking to myself in my head like that...

"Am I losing my sanity?" I questioned myself. I blinked a few times and just fell on my back, laying down finally. "I am definitely losing it." I said to myself. I closed eyes, laying back for comfort. Though, every time I closed my eyes I would see them. And hear them.

My brother used to beat me up a lot. He was such an asshole. He had no mercy in going easy.

As so for my dad. He would do the same. Break me till it's to my limit.

My sister bullied me all the time when she was with her friends in high school. One time I got beat up and she just watched me. Laughed and called me pathetic as I just lied there.

My mother just acted like I never existed. I was never there in here eyes. My voice seem to not exist in her ears.

As for my grandparents. They didn't know a single thing. They didn't know how I was being treated. I loved them both, till that dreadful day when I turned seven. They died. Grandpa die three days later of a heart attack.

     Now I'm here. I never had any friends. Never boy or girlfriends. Nothing but a dog that died. Or murdered.

     My back relaxed when I thought about Red. I just wanted to know, will he shoot a man for me? Now why would he?

     Wait, shoot a man?

     Why in the hell would I think that?!

     I sat up from relaxing, wide eyed.

     Now I am definitely losing my mind and I've only been here for a week and a half or so.

     I looked back at the small heart looking smudge, wondering what it was.

     I slowly slid off my bed, throwing my feet onto the floor. I looked down at the floor, sliding my feet into the pink slippers I was given.

     I stood up and walked over to the wall, knelling downwards to get a better view of what I was looking at.

     The little smudge on the wall had a small red tainted colour to it. It was brown and looked dried up.

     Wait.

     Is that actually dried blood?

     It was definitely not mine. I had done it in the bathroom and never out here.

     It's someone else's.

     The smudge was about the size of the base of my index finger. Now that I look closer, it looked like a splash on the wall.

     By now you'd think I would be scared of how this got here.

     Obviously someone was bleeding. Bleeding where? Did someone die? Did someone get—

     Did someone get shot?

     Did Red do this?

     I backed away from the wall, not wanting to see anymore of it. I moved over to my bed, lying back down to rest for another hour or so.

     BEEP!!! Attention, everyone outside and prepare for the move. Repeat. Everyone outside and prepare for the move.

     A voice speaking on to what seems like speakers spoke. They alerted everyone. I could here it outside my door.

     I bolted upwards and jumped off my bed. Quickly, I walked over to the glass wall and tried to look threw the window on the door.

     There were several people in uniform opening the cells of people. They aggressively pulled people out of their cells and were handcuffed.

     A man tried to fight back with one solder. He was being held down by the hands. Eventually he got lose. He was trying to fight the solder who now held him at gun point. The didn't stop.

     Bang! The gun sound made. Meaning he was dead. shot. Dead. Murdered!

     I gasped and held my breath. I looked away and held my mouth shut as I looked down at the floor.

     Please, forget about me!

     When I had the stomach to look back, that body was being placed in a body bag, then being dragged out by two other solders. The people looked in fear and they seemed to listen more and not fight back. They obeyed because they were scared.

     I saw a very familiar face.

     No wait, it can't be...

     Please, tell me that's not him!

     My body froze in fear as I seen his face. Flash backs seem to happen in my head. I felt overwhelmed and my head just started to spin for a short second.

     "Dad?!"

     //Tord's pov//

     Days earlier.

     "What if your father was dead?"

     "I wouldn't care. I wouldn't care at all."

     "He deserves to die then."

     Tord slammed the door shut after talking with the girl. After that, he smirked.

     He wanted him dead.

     Tord wanted that man dead right now.

     He doesn't know why he is so anger. He would have been amused if someone else told him that but no, he was angry. He didn't like the story at all. Right now he wants her father dead for what he had done to her.

     Mother fucker better be prepared.

     He looked along the left side of the cells. His grey eye scrolling to a certain cell.

     Him.

     Tord clinched his teeth and even his fists at the sight of the man. He was standing in front of his cell, also clinching his fists at the sight of Tord.

     They glared daggers at each other.

     Why does he seem like he cares about her?! He said in his head.

     Tord was finally able to stomp his way over to the man, not that he had second thoughts about killing him.

     Once he was in front of this man, they glared daggers at each other again.

     "I had a talk with your daughter." Tord said, waiting for a response with this, this. This scum bag!

     "What the fuck did you say to my brat?" He growled, gripping the cell door bars.

     Tord's heart was beating fast.

     That never happens. Way now?

     With a quick reflexes he pulled out his gun and pointed it at him. He froze in place and the people seem to notice. Some gasped while some cried.

     "Abused! Ignored! Insulted! That's what she told me!" He yelled, narrowing his eye in anger and wrath. His voice went darker and deeper.

     "Are you insane?!" The man yelled back. He took three steps back and rose his hands up in the air in fear and confusion. Mostly fear.

     "She told me what you did! You fucking excuse for a man! You're the pathetic one! You're the fucking abuser!" He yelled, already temping to pull the trigger.

     "I don't know what you're—" he tried saying, till Tord cut him off.

     "What happened to Bailey?!" Tord asked, showing his teeth as he growled at him for a response. "What happened to her little dog?"

     "I didn't do anything!—"

      "Tell the truth!" He yelled, breathing heavily.

     The man stood there with his hands up, his legs seemingly to tremble on the spot. The man kept a stern face on, trying to be a little braver then intimidated and scared.

     "That dog was a nosiness. He wouldn't stop wining! He attacked me and so I put it in its place!" He dared to raise his voice at Tord.

     "He attacked you?" Tord questioned, raising his eye in surprise. "He! Was a fucking Pug!"

     Hearing that made Tord even angrier. It's a small dog. Don't be pathetic.

     Tord placed his finger on the trigger, pulling it back without a second thought.

     Click. The sound of the gun made.

     No bullets.

     What a shame.

     With that, Tord calmly placed his gun back in his holster. He took a breath and exhaled. He glared at the man who seemed to be in a shock by what just happened.

     "Want to know the last thing she said to me?" He asked, calmly in place. The man didn't reply but he seemed to tremble more then before. His breath hitched as he took small breath of shock. "She said she wouldn't care if you were dead." He said, the lack of emotion in his voice. "So basically I could always come back with a fresh set of bullets. I could kill you whenever I wanted to." Tord said, glaring at the sweated man. Tord stood at that spot for a few more seconds. "I'm the strongest man alive right now and it's not fair for me to judge but at least she would be happier with me." Tord said, lacking the emotion in his voice.

Tord reaches into his pocket, lighting the cigar that he placed upon his mouth.

Tord inhaled, then smirking. "See you when we move." He said, suddenly with glee. When he spoke the smoke came fluffing out of his mouth, fading in the air.

Tord gave another look, then walking away.

She may have said she wouldn't care if he was dead, but that doesn't really mean that I should kill him.

//Y/n's pov.//

The fear bubbling up and boiling in me had caused me to stumble a little. I held my mouth and I held myself up with stumbling feet and my hand pressed up against the wall.

I want to throw up.

That man was fighting back for freedom. Just like how I was when Red found me in that lab. Just expect— except I lived when I tried to fight back.

And my dad?! Why in the hell is he here?! That can't be right!

The people were out sooner then I expected. Some were still here being prepare to leave.

I seen another familiar face.

My heart stopped at the sight of two familiar figures dressed in uniform.

Oh no...

Gabe and his friend.

A/n

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