Nora Liddell is the daughter of Lily and Cameron. She is looked after by Cameron's gang as if she was one of their own, but when Oliver carries out his revenge against his 'sister', Nora's life is put into terrible danger.
-----
*will contain load...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
His hand gripped on my upper arm, dragging me forward. Pain was coursing through my body from my most recent beating Oliver had given me a few hours ago. It seemed that I had become his dogs' most favorite chewing toy.
I had given up on my father coming to my rescue. It had been days since Uncle Ben was escorted from the premises and I was slowly losing hope since then. I was waiting to die now. It was clear that Oliver was going to kill me. It was just a matter of when it would happen. I didn't know when I was going to die...but as of right now, I was ready to go.
"Helyer, wake up." Oliver snapped, knocking on the door of a room. When Max didn't answer right away, Oliver dropped me, making me crumpled in a heap in front of the doorframe. "Fucking hell, Max! Wake the fuck up!" Oliver then kicked the door, making me jump, worried about him kicking me next. He glowered down at me and rolled his eyes. "If you don't want to die from your injuries, I suggest you start trying to get Helyer to get off of his fucking ass. If not, I'll bury you in the morning."
I whimpered, holding my stomach. He turned around and stalked off down the halls, climbing up some stairs and slamming his door shut. I was left in the darkness, slowly bleeding away. I dragged myself closer to the door, trying to knock on it again, or at least open the door to get Max's attention. Although I'd hate to ruin another one of my enemy's nights, I'd rather not bleed out in front of his door.
Max wasn't answering his door. And when I pressed my head to the door, I didn't even hear him. It sounded like he wasn't even in his room. I went limp at the foot of the door, curling up as best as I could. I kept my face out of the door's way just in case Max was actually in there, and he blindly walks out and steps on me. The achey-ness was slowly subsiding and was replaced with a cold feeling. My Uncle James explained to me what dying felt like. He told me about his close encounters with death, and he told me it was a cold feeling that started at your toes and fingers, but a warmth will spread through your chest. That's when you know you're minutes away from death.
I tried to rub at my arms to restore the warmth into my body, but it was a lost cause. I gnawed on my lip and painfully stretched to pull myself up against the wall. Hopefully Max will be here soon.
——-
"Hey, wake up." Max gently sat me up, giving me a gentle push. I slowly opened my eyes and tried to weakly sit up, but I got too dizzy from the pain. "Fucking shit," Max mumbled, leaning down and wrapping his arms around me. He picked me up and gently opened the door to his room, walking us inside. His room was where he kept most of his supplies, unlike my Uncle Tino, who had his own little medical room aside from his bedroom.
Max didn't even bother turning on a light switch, he just walked inside, putting me on the table in his room and then turning to find some medical supplies. I started to fade back into my comfortable pit of numbness, but Max wouldn't allow it.
