Nicole's POV
Mum and Dad left to go work and Stacey went home to shower. It was just me and Mark left here.
"You're lying when you said you got it wrong with Chloe, I could tell," he said.
"I know, they don't believe me anyways, but you have to promise me you won't tell Adam that it was Chloe who set it up," I said to him.
"Why? You have to tell him, he'll believe you," Mark said.
"What like Mum and Dad did?" I said.
He never said anything.
"Promise me," I said, sternly.
"Fine, I won't tell him but you have to tell him some day, okay?" He said.
"I'll tell him when I'm ready," I lied
Adam came through the door and he sat on the chair next to me. Seconds later, Mum, Dad and Stace were back. They all sat down. The nurse came in too with Dr. Porter.
"The nurse has informed me that you've been having quite a few panic attacks recently but when you have them your whole body shakes vigorously, how do you feel when you're having these attacks? How do they start?" He asked.
"I just feel really anxious and panicked, then I feel as if my throat is closing up and then I can't breathe, I can feel my body shaking and my eyes start flickering," I explained.
"Okay, so I want you to try this, next time you feel it happening, I want you to count to 10 in your head, just concentrate on that and hopefully your body should calm down itself," He said.
"Alright," I replied.
"Hopefully if we get that under control, then you can go home, I'll also give you some medication that will stop them," he said.
"Okay, thank you" I said to him.
"I need to get back and pick Amelia up from school," Adam said. He kissed me once more and left.
"Could you get me some lunch? I'm starving," I moaned.
"God, you're so bossy," he exclaimed, sarcastically.
He left the room and went to get me something to eat. These past few days, I've not really left the bed, I've not needed a toilet once because I haven't really ate much; the food is not really nice here. But now, I needed a toilet bad. I got up of the bed and my ribs were hurting but only slightly. I was walking towards the door when it opened.
There was Chloe. I could feel my throat tightening. I couldn't breathe. My heart was racing, I then remembered what the doctor said. To count to 10. That's what I did. I finally got it under control, I could breathe.
"You stupid bitch! You should've have died," she said.
She pushed me with all her force and I fell, tripping over the chair. I was on the floor and the chair had fallen too. One of my legs were resting on the metal chair legs. I stayed on the floor, frozen with fear. My calf was on the chair leg and I was still on the floor.
"Guess what, I set up the kidnap, you should've died, why the fuck are you here? Can't you just fuck off for one?" She said, angrily.
"I knew it was you," I said.
"If you tell the anyone, I'll make you wish you'd never been bored, you fucking ugly bitch," she yelled.
She raised her leg and placed it on my leg that was on the chair. She then lifted her leg quickly and slammed it down on my leg. I screamed in pain.
"Got it?" She said, walking out.
She left the room and I screamed in pain. I looked down at my leg and it was evidently broken. It was pointing in the wrong angle. I reached out for the emerging button and I pressed the button.
Seconds later, Dr. Porter and lots of other nurses rushed in. The nurse then got a stretcher and placed me on it and then they managed to get me onto a bed. I was still crying in pain.
"Inject some morphine into her to stop the pain," the doctor said.
I felt something being into me and minutes later, the pain the pain lessened. The pain was bearable.
"What happened, Nicole?" The Doctor asked.
"I was going toilet and tripped over the chair," I lied.
"Okay so I'm going to put you to sleep whilst I put your leg in the right angle and cast it up, it'll be less painful that way," he said.
I nodded. A nurse came and injected my arm and I fell asleep seconds later.
She had lost hope. Her only hope was to get away from her enemies. To stop them from completely destroying her. That was impossible. She would never escape them. It wasn't possible. She'd always have the same horrible people breaking her till she is completely broken. She was the girl that was slowly dying....
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