Chapter 31
Dawn
Loud bangingnoises and yelling woke me up sometime later. Everything was dark and I was extremely tired. I didn’t want to move. My entire body was sore. I didn't know where the pain started and where itstopped.
Morgan had come back in and taken me as I lay there, almost lasting for what seemed liked forever. His cum coated my inner thigh, running down my core and cooling. It felt sticky as I kept my body still. My body was light and weak as he blew more smoke into my airways by kissing me. I didn’t fight, didn’t cry. I only hoped for freedom. Or death. I’d gladly take eitherone.
The banging continued and I groaned, trying to bury myself in the mattress and thin blanket coveringme.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I heard Morgan shout at what sounded like the front door being kickedin.
I went to pull the covers closer to me, and I noticed that my phone was in my hands,dead.
I’d tried to call Kaleb, and I couldn’t remember if it had gone through. I didn’t think I’d survive here muchlonger.
I wouldn’t see Elijah again, or Lizzy. I hadn’t fought hardenough.
My heartbeat began to race and my eyes were clouded bytears.
The bedroom door was opened with a squeak, and I tried to hide under the cover, as small as I possibly could. I shook, unable to hide my fear or my panic. My body shiveredviolently.
As hurried footsteps came closer to me, I began to cry, tucking my chin into my chest further. I didn’t want to be touched. Elijah had promised me he’d never let me get hurt, but he did. I wantedElijah.
“Don’t,” I heard someone say right before the blanket was pulled back from me, and I couldn’t help another huge shiver. The voice was hard andstern.
Footsteps retreated but someone was still in the room withme.
From the living room, I could hear Morgan yelling, crying almost. It wasn’t clear what he was saying, and I didn’t necessarilycare.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I heard the male voice say softly as he kneeled next to me. The voice sounded familiar. “You’re safenow.”
Unable to respond, I shook my head, crying out more than I already was. I washyperventilating.
“Dawn,” the voice said, closer, but calmly. There was no hint of anger or lust in his voice. “Please, can I helpyou?”
"Joan!” I heard Morgan yell out,shocked.
“I’m . . . sorry,” I sobbed out, unable to comprehend what he wanted. Was he here to put me out of mypain?
“I’m going to touch you to wrap the blanket around you, alright? We need to get you out of here,” he said in an urgentvoice.
When I didn’t move more than I already had, he gently wrapped my form in the blanket, covering me the best he could. I jerked at his touch but he was careful, never touching myskin.
“I’m going to pick you up now, alright Dawn? I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he said. With a cry, afraid he was going to drop me since I was still in a ball, I wrapped my arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life. I kept my eyes clenched shut, my bodytight.
“You’re safe,” he kept repeating as he began to walk, first out of the room, and then out of the house. I could smellsmoke.
“I’ll take her,” said another voice as fire truck sirens came racing towards wherever I was. The person holding me tightened hisgrip.
“She won’t be going anywhere without me,” the one holding me said sternly. I cringed againsthim.
I felt him step up into a vehicle, then take a seat. I couldn’t get my arms to loosen their grip around his neck. “It’s okay, I got you, Dawn,” he said in a whisper as he ran his hand down myback.
“Kaleb, we need her arm to start fluids,” said another person, this one female. Her voice was calm andquiet.
Kaleb? Hecame?
“Dawn, can this nice lady start an IV in your arm?” the man—Kaleb—asked as he leaned his head on myown.
