𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 (UNDER EDITING)

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Leah p.o.v

I felt Taylor's body go limp in my arms and attempted to haul him back to the mattress, giving up after the fifth attempt, I knew this woman would kill us eventually, but now it was only fear and a small bit of hope that kept me from actually asking her to kill me. Of course, I hadn't been beaten yet, but I knew it was coming, I just wasn't fully sure when it would. 

For the first time in my life, I actually prayed, I prayed to God that we would get out alright and that we would be found by the police. I could just picture pointing out the sicko in a line and sending her to prison forever. I was so caught up in my dreams that I didn't feel Taylor stirr until he gently poked my shoulder. 

"Hmm?" I asked, snapping out of my train of thought. "How long was I out." I looked at my watch, it had been thirty minutes of me daydreaming and I hadn't even noticed. "Thirty minutes," I responded nonchalantly. "You didn't think to wake me up?" He asked. "It's not always safe to wake somebody who has fallen unconscious because of pain or trauma, as long as the trauma isn't head trauma," I informed calmly. 

"No need to get snappy." He muttered. Yes, there is I thought, letting a small huff escape my lips. 

Taylor averted his gaze from mine, rolling his eyes slightly. "We obviously won't get along, why did she pick us, of all the people I could have been paired with it just had to be you." Venom dripped from Taylor's voice as he ranted. "That's funny, I didn't ask to be picked for this sick experiment, I just got taken away from everything that I had, I was going to graduate university next year and be a doctor, but now it's all ruined, and on top of that I have to deal with you!" My voice rose as I replied to Taylor's rant with one of my own. 

"We're trapped here, and you're just sitting around doing nothing!" Taylor spat back. 

"Last time I checked, I'm the only one planning a way to get out, and I'm also making sure that your injuries aren't too serious!" I shouted, making him flinch away from the noise. 

I stood up, letting Taylor's body drop the five inches to the floor. I started pacing again despite Taylor asking me to stop multiple times, I ignored his frustrated requests and smirked to myself. 

"Can you please stop!" Taylor whined. I rolled my eyes and continued to pace, I wanted to annoy him the way he had annoyed me, and pacing helped me think faster. 

"Ugh, no ideas." I huffed after a while. "I figured, you don't seem to be one for good ideas." Taylor's voice was bitter as he snapped at me. "Last time I checked, I'm the only one that is trying to produce ideas, all you're doing is sitting around and being rude to me." I shot back. 

"Look, I'm sorry," Taylor muttered after about an hour of silence. "Me too," I muttered, not meeting his gaze as I sat on my knees in front of him. 

His green eyes flicked up the same as my gray ones did, our eyes met and I saw it in him, he was going to give up. "Taylor, we'll get through this, right?" I asked. "We have to, I want to finish my life growing old and dying in my bed at 97 years old, I don't want to die at eighteen." He replied in a monotone voice. "You're right, we can't die here, and if I do die here, make sure that my death is the last one at her hands," I said, giving him a fierce look, this boy was too innocent to die here, so was I, but it would be better me than him. 

Taylor p.o.v 

I shivered at the fierce look on Leah's face, I did not want to get in the way of her plans, from the impression she gave off, she was not a girl to be messed with. "No, neither of us is dying here." I insisted, shaking my head slightly and wincing as stabs of pain ran through my ribs again. "If one of us does, it's better me than you." She replied. "No, it's better that old hag dies than either of us," I stated, giving Leah an equally fierce look. "But if-'' I cut her off. "No, nobody is dying, not in this madness!" I snapped harshly. "It doesn't matter, you have a future, I don't, not after what we're about to go through." She mumbled. I shook my head, the wheels in my brain turned, I was trying to think of a way to convince her that we would get out of here alive, but how could I do that when I'm not even sure of that myself? 

"We'll get out of here, trust me, please," I begged, she shook her head, barking a bitter laugh. "Why should I trust you? You're just a stranger like that lady." She replied, her shoulders slumping. 

''We can't just give up, not yet," I said strongly, I'm not sure what, but something gave me a strong feeling of hope, it could have been the pain of my wounds, but I think that we'll get out of here ok, at least, I hope we will. 

"Taylor... no..." Leah said, shaking her head slightly, her head was bent and her long, tangled hair fell in front of her face.

"You believe what you will, I'll believe what I will," I replied, putting my hand on the wall for support as I slowly stood up, being careful to not stretch my ribs too much. 

"I'm not sleeping on the floor again, but if you'd like to, I'm not going to stop you," I muttered, limping slowly over to the bed so I could pass the night and heal faster hopefully. 

I couldn't be sure, but as Leah scooted onto the far edge of the bed, I thought I heard a whispered goodnight come from her, I tried to reply, but I was already falling unconscious. 

Goodnight, Leah. I thought as I drifted off to sleep.