When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 40

I look around the room, looking for the one missing person. My missing person.

"Where is she?!" I growl, starting to realise she was nowhere to be found in this room. I scurry over to the bathroom, hoping to see her washing her blood-covered hands but it was completely empty.

I look back towards the scene and notice everyone was quiet, even the sobbing from Layla stopped in seconds. "Where the fuck is Dee?!"

"H-he...He took her." Janyce whispers over the silence.

I felt the emotions on my face drop. Blood rushed to my head as I brought my hands to my face to cover myself from showing any raw emotions in front of them. "Why her?" I whisper to myself, walking past the chaotic mess that was laying in my bedroom...in our bedroom.

I tremble downstairs, the cracking of more glass crunched against my shoes as I head to the kitchen. The first thing I noticed was Dee's phone smashed on the ground, in pieces. It took me seconds to grab the phone and cup it against my hands. It's crazy how even the things she owns made me weak to my knees.

That son of a bitch took the only precious thing in my life.

I crumble when something shines in the corner of my eyes. The delicate glass anklet laid dead on the floor with the rest of the smashed plates, glasses and cups. I grab ahold of the one thing she's worn since I've met her and embrace it with all I had. There was a hint of burning against my eyes but before I let out a teardrop, I quickly took large breaths, trying not to lose control of who I was in the moment.

I let her down all over again.

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Dee's P.O.V

It was so awful and quick. I lost control of my consciousness the second I stopped fighting the white cloth that was stopping me from breathing. It was the pain aching against my head that made me grasp a taste of darkness.

My eyes snap open as I felt my head hang in an uncomfortable position. Groaning echos surround me as my brain slowly becomes responsive to my body. My sight was blurry but as seconds turned into minutes, things started to clear and I quickly became aware of my condition. The cold darkly painted concrete walls and floor. The chains hanging on the wall and the dirty ripped mattress I was recklessly thrown on. The sound of tiny squealing, made me realise I wasn't the only living thing in this deadbeat basement.

I hiss in pain when my hand rubs against my sore head. The slight bump there gave me small flashbacks and memories of what had happened flooded through.

Landon bursting through the front door trying to get us to safety.

The gunshots and the screaming.

Landon's body laying on the floor, turning pale and suffering as I tried to 911.

The last I remember was being dragged away from him, screaming helpless for Kaz before my head got smashed against the kitchen counter.

The sound of metal doors opening snaps me from my visit down a horrible memory lane and I instantly shiver in fear from the cold breeze which flows towards me.

The tall figure I recognised too much made me sick to my stomach. "Good. You're finally awake," He pushes a heavy brick at the end of the door with his foot to stop it from closing behind him. It was the only source of light I was receiving for who knows how long.

I had to squint so I could adjust to the sudden brightness, but that was the least of my worries. The movement of his figure walked closer to me, slowly making me shuffle myself backwards. I trembled in pain as I began to realise I had more than one bruise against my arms and legs.