The Widows Daughter

Part forty-three

(Chloe's POV)

I ran down the stairs of the abandoned building. I could hear him screaming for me.

I had to get to him.

I heard him scream again. This time down the hall. I opened every door on the floor.

He wasn't in any of the rooms.

I heard him scream again. This time from behind me. I turned and saw him sitting tied to a chair.

"Copper!" I rushed to him holding his head in my hands.

"What did they do to you Cooper?" I thought out loud.

His face was covered in bruises and blood. His lip was busted in more then one place, and the skin around his eyes and nose was purple and green, and covered in cuts.

"Chloe?" He mumbled weekly.

"I'm here. I'm here. I'm gonna get you out. Don't worry." I told him as I untied the rope around his ankles and wrists.

Come on.

I pulled him out of the chair slipping one hand around his back and used the other to pull his arm around my shoulders and keep it there.

"Come on." I muttered pulling him along with me.

As I was walking him to the door at the end of the hallway, there was a loud crash, and then yelling.

"Run." I said to Cooper urging him on towards the door.

"Can't. Hurts." He mumbled as I made him pick up speed.

"I know. Just a little farther. Come on." I said unsure if I was reassuring him or myself.

There was a bang, and then Cooper slumped against me.

"Cooper? Cooper?!" I stopped moving and he fell to the ground. "Cooper!"

I knelt next to him moving his hair out of his face looking at him.

His eyes were glassy and distant. I picked up his head with my hands, but felt something warm and wet.

I pulled my hand from underneath his head and saw it covered in blood.

His blood.

"No. No no no. No!" I cried as tears streamed down my face. There was another bang and I felt something pierce my head.

I woke with a start sitting straight up in bed gasping for breath. My hand immediately went to my head feeling a sharp pain in it.

"Ah!" I winced. I rubbed my temples with my thumb and forefinger trying to get rid of the pain.

"Not again." I mumbled to myself.

Getting out of bed I stumbled to my suitcase and pulled out a bottle of pain killers.

"Take two whenever the pain gets to much to bare."

That's what she said when she gave me the medicine.

I uncapped the bottle and let two pills fall on my hand. Quickly putting the cap back on I put the pills in my mouth and swallowed.

I laid on my bed waiting for the pain to go away. After a little while it did and I got up and changed.

I realized that I was still in my clothes from yesterday, so I figured that it might be best if I changed.

I pulled on a black tank top along with some jean shorts; put my hair up in a messy bun, then wrapped a jacket around my waist; slipped on my combat boots and then sneaked past Jamie, who had fallen asleep on the couch, and phased through the door.

I went for a walk down the street. The sun is still down. So it must be early. Or late. Either way, it was still pretty dark.

After walking for about twenty minutes, I realized that I didn't have my phone, or my key card for the hotel.

Great! Just great!

I sighed turning around on the spot only to bump into a man with dark brown hair that went to his chin.

"Sorry." I apologized and he smiled.

I walked down the sidewalk and then realized I took a wrong turn.

Great!

I walked down an alleyway and felt someone grab my arm.

Instinctively I twisted my arm out of their grasp, turned and punched them in the face. I was greeted with a man in his forty's holding his now bloody nose.

He called me something that I really shouldn't repeat, and then my head was pulled back by someone grabbing my hair.

I let out a scream of pain as they yanked me backwards causing me to lose my balance which meant the only thing keeping me upright was their hold on my hair.

I swung my arms behind me and hit whoever was holding my hair earning a groan of pain from them, but also earning another chunk of my hair being pulled out.

The man I had punched had regained his composure and walked towards me. Despite me kicking him in the groin, I still received multiple punches to the gut.

I let out a groan of pain before having enough. I let go of my grip on the man holding my hair, threw my hands up in the air, then pulled them down, causing them to be pulled to the ground smacking their faces on the ground.

I held my head in my hands as a wave of dizziness came over me. I put one hand on the wall of the building next to me, but by that time, the men had gotten up and were advancing on me.

"Aw. Did the little girl hit her head?" The man I had punched said in a mocking tone.

"I can take a few punches pedófilo." I spat at him.

"What did you call me?" I could see the rage in his eyes.

I ducked as he tried to punch me in the face so that he punched the wall, and he let out a scream of pain.

I took that as my chance and grabbed his head and bashed it into my knee.

Let's just say that it hurt real bad.

The other guy grabbed my by the hair again and threw me on the ground. He started kicking me repeatedly in the stomach and chest.

The funny thing is, is that I don't actually remember when the kicking stopped. I just remember when the pain became less constant.

What I do remember, is the sound of punches landing; the sound of the two men groaning; and someone leaning over me saying something.

After that, it turned black.

Poor Chloe!! Who do you think saved Chloe? And who was the man she bumped into in the sidewalk?

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