The Nerd Can Fight (Slow Updates)

I'm Yours

Shimmer's POV

I was trapped. Trapped badly. I felt like I was in a coffin. I couldn't move or anything. But I was awake. I knew I was in a coma and I hated every bit of it.
        I felt as though I was trapped and I wouldn't ever be able to escape this. I missed Rosie. I missed Damien. But most of all I missed my mom.
           She was the one who could make me laugh even when I was feeling like shit and wanting to bury myself 12 feet into the ground.
          Shit Rosie! I wanted to run home and hug her. Telling her that I'm sorry. That I'll be a better sister. Ever since I met Dam...'him' I stopped looked after Rosie properly. Like I used to.
          After my mom died my whole world began to fall apart. It was then that I fully registered that my mom was dead. That she wasn't alone.
            I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. I felt emotionless. For once I was emotionless. I had never EVER felt emotionless!

My mom was dead. It was my fault.

       I left her. I was training that day with...'him' and I left her. I caused her to die. She probably wanted to die and get rid off me. She probably wanted to leave the world so she wouldn't have to see her mess of a daughter.
           I felt a tear run down my face. I tried to lift my hand to wipe it but I couldn't. I felt paralysed! I then remembered that I was in a coma.

Kieran's POV

I was furious! Absolutely furious. The nurse injected me with a some sleeping shit just so that I wouldn't go destroying the full hospital looking Shimmer and holding a gun at a nurses head until Shimmer woke up.
              I woke up 10 minutes ago to find the nurse gone from my room. The needles which I had ripped out of my hand were also back in and the blood which was once there was wiped off and taken care off.
           I groaned in frustration. Where was she? How was she? Why was I unable to go to her? Why was everybody against me meeting Shimmer and seeing if she was ok?

Rosie's POV

I whimpered as the man who had kidnapped me ran his finger down my arm.
         In case your wondering what is happening...I was being held captive by some guy. At the moment I'm tied to a wooden chair with ropes which are far too tight.
      He lifted my chin up which forced me to look at him. He smiled evilly. Then he kissed my lips. I was frozen before I fully registered what was happening.
       I fought under his touch. But he wouldn't let me go. He held the back of my head and pulled me as close as I could get whilst tied.
         I tried to scream but it came out muffled. I began to feel dizzy. Spots appearing in my vision.
       Suddenly he stopped kissing me. I gasped for air. He smiled and continued to kiss me again. I shook underneath him. He was on his knees in front of me.
        All I could see around me was cardboard boxes. A small window letting in the only light source of this room.
       I fought against him which only caused me pain. He pulled my head closer to him and the kiss became painful.
         Finally he let me go. I gasped for air again. As if I would die without it. Wait...I would die without air. How great.
           I gasped-mostly in fear- as the man who kissed me twice grabbed my arms tightly.
"You are mine. Understand?" He spoke. Mine? What did that even mean? Why did this son of a fudge cake kiss me? Wait not a fudge cake! They tasted too good. He was a son of a...
"Do you understand?" He shook me as if he was trying to wake me up.
"No." I spoke truthfully.
"Tell me you understand. Your mine and mine only!" He growled harshly. He scared me. Terrified me!
"N-no! I don't understand you. What do you mean by mine? How am I yours?" I questioned the man.
           He replied to my question by kissing me again. I fought as hard as I could but he wouldn't budge.
          I couldn't even fight against him very well. My arms were tied. My hands were tied. My legs were tied and my feet were tied as well.
              I wanted to be away from here. I wanted to go home. It was better there. At least Kieran or Damien didn't kiss me until I nearly passed out. At least Shimmer was there. Even if she didn't really acknowledge me.
        I whimpered under his touch. He terrified me. I wish I would just disappear. I wish I could disappear so that this man would never find me again. I hated his lips again. He stole my first kiss. That too at the age of 10! He was disgusting.
"Tell me you understand!" He repeated for the third time.
"Look leave me alone! I don't know who you are and you've already kissed me three times. I'm only ten years old and that's disgusting. Your what...30? That's disgusting. I hate you! Ok. And I don't even know what 'your mine' means! How am I yours? You don't own me. Do you understand?" I shouted.
"Hey! Don't shout to me!" He spoke, raising his voice ever so slightly. I was about to shout at him again when he gripped onto my arms tightly.
"You are MINE! MINE ONLY. Understood?" He shouted. I whimpered in pain of his insanely tight grip.
"What?" He spoke. A tear fell down my face.
"I-I'm..." I began and cried. He sighed and hugged me gently. He whispered sweetly in my ear in attempts of calming me down. It calmed me down quickly. I was surprised at what I said next.
"I'm yours."