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being slammed against something.
    “Brad!” I scream, my heart pounding with fear for Amy. “Bud, please stop!” I pray to God he can hear me.
    “I’ll take care of her, just like you said,” Brad suddenly says.
    “Wait!” I yell, scared to death that he’ll kill her. “Tell me where you are.” My mind races trying to come up with anything, so I can help Amy. “I want to be there. I want to kill her,” I force the words out.
    “Really?” Brad murmurs. “You want to kill her with me? Like a bonding thing?” I hear his voice get thick with emotion.
    “Yes! Like a bonding thing. Just me and you.” I hope he falls for this!
    “I’m at my parents’ cabin.”
    “I’m coming. Wait for me!”
    When I cut the call to Brad, I quickly phone Dad to let him know where I’m going. Brad has lost it and I’m going to need them to take him down.
    ~*~

Chapter Sixteen
     
    Amy~
    My back is on fire.
    I couldn’t guess the word. All I could focus on was the intense pain.
    Brad leaves me alone for most of the time. He only comes back for a few minutes to hurt me, and then he leaves again.
    The sunlight is shining into the room, throwing a wide beam over me. It’s making the cuts hurt even more. I hate that I can see outside. I hate that I can feel the sun and the occasional breeze, but I’m trapped in here. I hate that I’m at Brad’s mercy.
    At first I was terrified that he would rape me, but that fear soon faded to the background. Brad is a cruel monster with no boundaries.
    Yesterday I realized that he doesn’t see me, the human, the girl.
    I feel drained of life. I have no energy to try and fight back. My wrists and ankles are chafed badly, from struggling to get free. My back hurts so much, I can’t even think of the hunger I felt yesterday.
    This morning he made me talk to Noah, and then I heard him and Noah, that Noah wanted to be here to kill me.
    The hopelessness I’ve been sinking into gets deeper and darker by the second.
    I’m going to die.
    I know I’m going to die, and I’ve made some sort of peace with it. What scares me is how I will die. I know it’s going to be painful. It’s going to hurt so bad! I don’t think I can stand much more pain. I keep wishing that I’ll pass out, but I don’t. I dozed off a little a day ago, and was scared awake by Brad. I haven’t closed my eyes since then, scared that Brad will be there when I open them.
    I’m terrified out of my mind.
     
    ~*~
    Brad comes into the room, the usual sneer plastered on his face. This is it! I’m going to die! 
    I expected to see Noah, so when it’s only Brad, I don’t know if I should be relieved. My eyes dart to his hands and I immediately notice that the knife he’s been using to carve into me is missing. Some more relief washes over me.
    But then Brad gets on the bed, straddling me once more. “You’re filthy!” he snaps. “Not so pretty anymore.”
    He grabs hold of my hair again. My scalp is raw from all the yanking. Instead of yanking my head up, he presses my face into the pillow. Oh God! No! He’s going to suffocate me!
    “You need to beg me for a breath of air, otherwise I’ll just keep going until you stop breathing the same air as me. You should count yourself lucky that I’m allowing you to be in my presence.”
    He doesn’t give me a second to beg. He shoves my face so hard into the pillow, it hurts – and then my air is cut off.
    I start to struggle, trying to find a gulp of air anywhere. Panic overrides my body and I don’t care about the pain, only surviving. I yank and pull, but nothing helps. Brad is so much stronger than me!
    The seconds start to crawl by sluggishly, and it’s as if a switch is flipped deep inside of me.
    I just stop.
    Maybe this will be better. Suffocating must be better than being carved into pieces.
    My mind drifts to Daddy and Momma. I wish I could feel one of Daddy’s bear-hugs just one more time.
    I wish I could hear him call me angel … just one more time.
    Just