Chapter One:

Ally's POV

I didn't know what happened before I hit the ground, I knew I was in my basement tied up. In my very own house. I wondered where he might be, what he might be planning to do to me. The blood running down my leg felt cold, no warmness was left in me. There was no use of trying to get untangled from the rope that was causing bruises on my wrists. But it's not that I don't want to get out I do, but I can't, my body is broken, weak, maybe I just want to die already. But my mom raised me a fighter, to keep going when things are rough, to be strong and brave. My vision was blurred but I can still make out the cup sitting next to me. It was china with pink roses around it. It was my mothers. I wish she was here she wouldn't let any of this happen to me. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs of the basement. I pretended to be asleep or unconscious like I was. He eyed me before turning around and heading up.

He still didn't wash the blood that was on his hands, my blood. He scoffed at me and went up the stairs.

I knew my mother would want me to fight back. Not to give up, and I'm not going to. I reached the cup with my leg, pushing it slowly with my leg, I saw a pillow next to me and pushed over the cup with my legs. I stomped on it as hard as I could to break the cup. I winced thinking I just broke my mother's cup.

I removed the pillow revealing sharp broken pieces as I leaned down to grab one with my mouth, being cautious not to slit my mouth. I managed to grab it with my hands lifting my head to the ceiling. I started ripping the rope, sliding the sharp end back and forth. After a few minutes of this I managed to get the rope cut of my wrists. I sat there just rubbing my wrist in pleasure just staring at the bruises. I knew I had to leave and fast without him noticing me. I started walking up the stairs as the stairs creek and I winced at the pain I was in. It was the longest climb of my life. I managed to get to the top of the stairs and noticed the door was locked. I realized I still had a pin in my hair that was hanging off the tip of my hair, I took it out and opened it and started fidgeting with the lock. To surprise it opened. I opened the door slowly and quietly revealing my used-to-be nice house. I looked at the broken picture frames on the floor and shattered glass that was once a beautiful table. My heart sank at the broken picture of my mother. I walked to the front door as quiet as I could, hope he wouldn't hear me. On the corner of my eye I saw something silver shining as the sun hit it. I squinted my eyes hoping to make out what it was. It was the knife that not too long ago pierced into my skin and caused a pool a blood to spatter all around it. I looked at my leg where the blade met, I forgot about the pain until seeing the knife. My leg was horrifying to look at the gash was huge with blood still seeping and puss gushing out. I wanted to throw up or faint at the sight of it. I didn't realize how bad it actually was. I tried to put the thought and pain of it at the back of my mind as I made my way to the front door. I opened the door just a bit still not hearing anyone in the house. I was about to slip out the door before I heard a clicking sound behind me.

He was standing there with my blood on his shirt, eyes and hair black as night, holding a gun that would easily just put me out of my misery. The look on his face was full of anger. His eyes flushed with rage and his breathe drenched in alcohol. "Please don't" I managed to get out. As I closed my eyes ready to join my mother.