Will I Ever Get Out Alive? by Alexandra Rader (howl and other poems txt) 📕

trying to survive.

 

The lock still wouldn't budge. I threw my hands up in frusteration and raked my fingers through my hair like I do when I'm nervous.

 

What is that? I thought, as my fingers pried something metal from my hair.

 

I opened my palm and it revealed a bobby pin. I had had my hair up for the party. Why hadn't I thought of that before?

 

Quickly jamming the bobby pin into the lock, I turned it. A small "click' met my waiting ears. I allowed myself one smile of triumph, before I slowly opened the door.

 

Nothing had prepared me for the sight that lay beyond that closed and locked door.

 

I looked in and fell to the floor.

 

I had found Kayla... But not in the way I had wanted to.

 

She lay on a bed, bloody and broken. The smell of vomit was heavy in the air. She was chained as I had been, and she wasn't moving. There was no slight movement of her chest. There was no flutter of her eyes.

 

I got up and walked over to her. I laid my hand on her bloody forehead and smoothed away her golden locks. I kissed her cheeks and untied her hands and feet. Then I folded her hands over her body and just sat there holding her hands, until I heard the shouts that meant that someone had noticed I was missing.

 

 

 

TRAPPED

 Three men barged into the room. One of them even had a gun. They yelled at me to stand, but my legs weren't working. I tried to, but I could barely see and when I finally made it to my feet, I tripped because of my blurry vision.

 

I flung myself down beside Kayla and held her cold, lifeless body in my arms. The tears were getting worse now and I kept calling out her name.

 

The men were screaming at me now, and finally the middle one grabbed me roughly by the arm and tried to haul me to my feet. I bit hard into his hand, drawing blood. He yelled and let me go, glaring at me as if I were an abomination.

 

"She bit me! Stupid bitch," he said, spitting in my face.

 

"You did this to her! You killed her! You MURDERED her!!!!" I screamed the words into their stunned faces. They hadn't been expecting an outburst like that.

 

I crumpled to the ground and started crying. Sobbing loud, wailing tears filled with sorrow.

 

What's happening to me? I thought desperately.

 

One man grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back. He shook a knife out of his boot and held it to my throat.

 

"Can't I just finish her now and be done with it?" he asked harshly.

 

The other men laughed and were urging him on as I satvery still in my fright.

 

"What is going on here?" I heard a deep, yet soft voice ask.

 

All the men backed up, except for the one holding me.

 

"I'm going to slit her throat!" he exclaimed with a growling laugh.

 

"No, you're not," Justin said, as he stepped into view. "She is mine and she is going to remain mine."

 

At his words the man pressed the knife into my throat until a small trickle of blood ran down my chest. I gasped in pain and fright.

 

"Let her go, Josh," Justin said, taking a few steps towards us.

 

"Why?" Josh asked with a snarl. "Why do you get to keep all the pretty girls and do with them as you wish but we can only dispose of them as you and your father command. I think it's time to have a little fun for ourselves. Don't you agree boys?" He said, gesturing towards the two men leaning aginst the wall.

 

They jut stared at him stupidly. He growled and pressed the knife deeper into my throat, until my whole chest was completely covered and sticky with the warmth of my blood. I whimpered and he threw me to the ground in disgust.

 

"Fine, but I will get what I want someday," he said, storming out of the room.

 

Justin dismissed the other men and came to my side. I moved slightly away from him and he sighed.

 

"I'm not gonna hurt you. Just let me see your throat. Is it deep?" he asked, genuine worry in his voice.

 

He gently eased me to my feet and took my hands from my throat. I looked deep into his beautiful eyes and tried to conjure up hatred for this man who had hurt me deeply, but I could only feel pity as he wiped some of the blood away.

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Publication Date: 01-30-2016

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Dedication:
I would like to dedicate this book to Tehya for inspiring me so much to write this. Thank you!