Shame On You

Runaway

tw:
sexual assault

Eight - 13
I feel his hands on my waist my breathing heavy my eyes fighting to stay open my body begin put on his bed I can barely think still trying Remember the coordinates Nine told me.

I feel a heavy body on top of mine making breathing harder I try talking but only a whine comes out my body feels unlike my own it's hard to move my movements are sloppy sloppy gets you killed.

He runs his cold hands up inside my shirt to hing my chest I barely have any breast. I groan. I don't understand why he would even wanna touch me there I can't really think right now. He parts my legs I feel him clamp a rough hand over my mouth my body getting hot to hot to even swallow.

Fear swans my body's waving red flags this isn't right I blink multiple times trying to breath "off please off." I mumble under my breath he presses his hand to my mouth harder I cry as his fingers touch me on my private parts "hurts! that hurts st- stop please hurts." I murmur dizzy from the drink he gave me telling me I deserved the special drink. My brain fizzes up

I feel something push so hard inside me. pain inside of me. I scream hard into his hand my eyes shoot tears out squirmIng wildly "hurts hurts hurts!" I beg screaming his words are aren't understandable a feel what i knows is blood between my thighs making my head throbbing very harder. An extaoridary pain in my private part hurts so bad I can even think my eyes shut unable toe stay open as I pass out but I feel him keep pushing in my body the pain never ending.

I wake up in the medicine room.
I peer around seeing water there my throat dry my vision slightly blurry. I sit up feeling the most painful ache I've ever felt nauseous. I lift up the blanket seeing a pool of blood between my thighs my eyes stretch open I see a sticky note above my head 'she bleeds to much' I swallow not exactly sure what that means I look around seeing Damiano is his real name. He's beaten up pretty badly it's odd he never loses a fight like ever.

I sit. Remember what happened yesterday my throat dry like it is when in screams to much. I see crusted blood my thighs but the bigger pool just soaking there. I look at my wrist seeing purple bruises there my nails chipped I press my fingers to my neck feeling bruises there I look under my hospital gown seeing bruises on different parts on my body.

My eyes widen at the purple bruises not understand how I got them.

I try walking but I fall to the floor knocking over the trey my hands flinch in fear Damiano imps over to me. "Your bleeding" he tells me "I'm aware." I resort "can you help?" I ask he shrugs picking me up and setting me on a bed. "He hurt you?" He asks "I guess...I don't remember."

"it looks like he hurt you." He states his head shaved my lips part my hair has to in a ponytail unless I'm sleeping.

"Yeah yeah it does." I say "what happened to you? you always win your fights" I say "so do you"
"I lost to five and thirteen." I remind him.
"In your defense there like three times your size." He inputs
"I try to stop them from taking you." but he shrugs I frown
"why?" I ask confused "I think he did something bad to you." He says
"also I wanna-" he leans down to my ear whispering "Escape."

"This island is impossible to escape from." I mumble he shushes me placing his finger over my lips I furrow my brows the camera he says "oh right cause you shushing me doesn't look suspicious" I point out he shrugs with a pretty smile "how are we supposed to travel if I can't walk."

"2 days" he says holding up two fingers.

"2 days. you will be okay enough to walk and some other people are coming. I will carry you if your not able to walk I promise." He says I nod my head with a grateful smile "thank you." I whisper I kiss him on the lips. he smiles lifting me up off the bed bringing me to his which is more in the back with better equipment and stronger pain killers since his father sent him here and checks monthly if he still alive.

My fathers guard is coming tomorrow to check on me my brother said the keys will be taped under my bed.
I nod my head we switch out the rooms to keep the keys hidden we pull the fire alarm run to the roof to the helicopter.

"How many people?" I ask softly resting my head on his shoulder "5"he says "I doubt we will all make out but I'll make sure you do. You still wanna see Disneyland right?" He asks me I nod my head smiling he puts his IV in my arm taking it out his own knowing I'm in pain.

He told of the magical wonders of Disney land I wanna go so bad.

The thought of us getting out of here is incredible I've only gotten scars from beatings but to be off this island is shocking.
But if anyone can pull it off it's Damiano.

"We'll be okay though right?" I ask he nods. There's guards lurking everywhere. "well be better than okay."He whispers kissing my cheek I feel my cheeks blush. "Yes we will Ella." He calls me I look at him with curiosity "Ella?"

"Your number Eight aren't you? he says even though he already knows I nod "you should tell people At Disney land your name is Ella. Since you don't have one." He says I press my lips together.

"Did you know I've always wanted to be a mom?" I giggle at the silly thought "A breeder here?"he asks confusion on his face. I scrunch up my nose.

"No A real one not one who has a kid for the money then decks out leaving their kid here to become a killer." I whisper my stomach fumbles. I want to raise a baby have a husband who loves me. Maybe five babies. He shakes his head I have four siblings you do not want five kids he says really? I gasp "three brothers one sister are you the oldest?" "no" "2nd youngest."

"I assume. I don't quite understand how that works but I think so." I mumble I could just look different because we don't have the same parents. "Maybe your mom was killed and she has no choice but to leave you." He says hopefully I shift feeling a horrible pain down below.

"Anything was better than leaving me here even dying with her." I mumble. He presses his lips together "I think he had sex with me." I say. Abundantly. I don't know though.

"You mean as in rape you your just a kid why would he want to that with you." He says asking questions I have no answer for "I dunno but it really hurts down here and Twenty seven told us when we reach a certain age we get to become big girls like she did. But I think it was with a boy she liked not Striker." I whimper getting sad I feel violated somethings different this hurts way too much.
He looks at me with a sad look.

It's okay Ella we're getting out you know I stole the helicopter book.

"Ella." I utter smiling at the gentle kind name something I'll never be. "I like the name Ella." I repeat kissing his cheek.