⚠️ Warning: This is a sensitive chapter and it's suitable for certain readers.⚠️

Phoebe

I park my car across from the apartment complex. I stare up at this grey and orange building for over ten minutes. Everything in me makes me want to drive away and never come back, but deep down, I know that's not possible. I open the door, locking it behind me as I start walking across the street.

Every step was becoming heavier and heavier as I reach the elevator. My body is in so much pain, and I don't think I will survive any more hits to my body.

I press the button that has the up arrow and patiently wait for the elevator to make the familiar ding. When the sound goes off, the metal doors open, and I quickly notice two video cameras that were recently installed. What the hell?

When the elevator doors open, I look up and see two more camera's pointing at the elevator. I hide my face slightly, stepping off and limp ever so slowly to my door. After what feels like forever, I made it to my door, opening it and entering the dark empty apartment. I drop my keys on the table and head into my room to hide my bags before Jay comes over.

I open the door to my bedroom and painfully crouch down to the floor folding the carpet back. Instantly I see the small chip on the hardwood floor telling me where my hiding space is. Quickly as humanly possible, I upload the photos I took as well as the audio files. I distort any audio from the Nurses and send everything to Mia.

I use my fingernail to open up the board and place my bag next to me. I remember how I fell on the concrete earlier and open up my camera bag to check my equipment. I sigh in relief when everything is okay, putting them back into the bag. I then place everything valuable into the hiding place, dropping the piece of wood back in position.

I pull the carpet back over the wood and rest my body against the end of the bed. I let out a deep breath closing my eyes and falling asleep sitting up. I wake up hearing my front door slamming shut signalling to me I have minutes before I get beaten again.

"Phoebe!" I hear Jay's slurred voice telling me he is drunk out of his mind. "Phoebe you better be here you good-for-nothing slut!" He opens up the bedroom door, looking down at me.

I look up at his drunken self. His hair is greasy, his clothes baggy and his shoes are falling apart. Jay is holding a bottle of his favourite liquor and a Marlboro cigarette dangling behind his ear.

"You aren't gonna say hi to me?" He leans against the doorway, waiting for me to answer.

"Hi-"

"You better not start with that attitude!" Jay rushes up to me, making me lean closer to the wooden leg of the bed. "Now say hi to Daddy." He smiles harshly making me blink a couple of times.

"Hi." I fake smile, acting happy to see his drunken self again. "How was your day?" I stand up, trying not to sound in pain.

"Let's just say; I missed that kitty between your legs." He makes me spin around quickly, bending me over the bed. "I need it." His disgusting hands move up and down my sides, making me squeeze my eyes shut.

"Jay-"

He painfully yanks my hair back, making me scream at the sudden pain. "It's sir to you!" Jay yells, "Now undress for me!"

I don't want to do this... I don't want to do this... I can't do this!

"No," I whisper, barely audible.

He whips me around, grabbing onto my hair and yanking it down onto the bed. "Excuse me?" His wrenching hot breath fans my face. "What did you say to me?" His voice is louder this time.

"No," I whisper, instantly regretting my decision when he punches me across the face. I fall onto the floor, my head colliding with the hardwood floor. He straddles me, putting both of my hands above my head, holding them painfully against the wood.

Everything is blurry, and everything is spinning. I feel Jay's hand holding both of my wrists as he undoes my jeans.

"No!" I said louder this time, groaning in pain. I try to kick him off of I am so weak. He manages to get my jeans off, and he undoes his own.

"Stop being stubborn!" He says through clenched teeth.

"Jay, stop." I'm begging now-

I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel him using my body without my permission.

When he finishes, I feel his weight leave my body as he stands up. I watch him stand above me, grabbing his liquor bottle and pouring the liquid into his mouth.

"You look pathetic, clean yourself up." He spills a bit of the liquor on me, making me look away from him and stare at the wall.

I lay there trying not to shake but failing as I drag my panties and jeans up slowly. I don't bother buttoning them since I know it will happen again. I push myself off the ground, barely managing to stand right.

I open up the bedroom door, looking to see where Jay is. He is currently rummaging around the apartment looking for money or anything he can sell. I watch as he tries to find the wires to my third television.

While he is distracted, I rush to the front door. He quickly catches me, pulling my hair and making me slam to the floor.

Jay pulls me into the living room, jumping on top of me and slamming my head into the wooden floor. He grabs ahold of my jaw squeezing so tight I look I have to look at him in the eyes.

"Don't ever do that again!" Jay screams right in my face, making me close my eyes. Don't you dare cry! "You worthless cunt-" He starts, "Maybe I need to teach you who the hell you are." I look at him in his eyes, seeing his wicked mind work. He lets go of my jaw, and I press my ear against the floor. A few minutes later, I hear a door close under me, making me aware that Noah is home.

He knees me in the gut, making all the air leave my lungs. He stands above me and starts kicking me repeatedly in the stomach. Squeezing my eyes shut, I groan in pain and gasp for any air. I curl my body into a ball, protecting my head and the essential organs as he starts kicking me harder.

"You. Worthless. Bitch." Jay says each word when he kicks me. A while later, I force myself to stop making noises, and I hear his heavy footsteps walking towards the door. He left me in my apartment as I lay on the floor, losing consciousness.

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