I took the phone out from under the sofa and tossed it to him. "Here," I said, getting up. Nate shoved me back down by my wrist and slapped me harder. "NATE, STOP!! PLEASE, ALL I DID WAS GRAB MY PHONE!!" I screamed out in agony, crying. He grabbed me by my hair and stood up, shoving me to the ground. "Why did you do this?! HUH?! I'm not stupid, like you, Anna. I'M NOT!!" I begged him not to hurt me. "Hurt? HURT?! Anna, I'm teaching you a FUCKING LESSON!!!" He shouted, ruthlessly kicking me in the ribs.
I began coughing up bits of blood and began to feel weak. Crawling on the floor, I made my way to the base of the stairs, not noticing that Nate had gotten a vase, brutally smashing it on top of my head.
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I was now in a dark place, light shining from a few small spaces, now tied up and with a piece of cloth stuffed in my mouth. I realized I was trapped in the closet, which I now call 'The Room'. Beginning to panic, I jerked around, screaming into the gag. The door opened and I heard him say: "Anna, please don't make this harder than it already is." He opened 'The Room' and I backed against a corner, tears streaming rapidly down my face.
"I had no choice but to do it, Anna," He said, staring down at me with cold eyes, "I couldn't let you escape and now..." He trailed off, his head cocked to the side, almost in a sad way. Nate reached down... to untie me? "My brother and his family are coming. I want you to STAY in the closet until they leave."
I nodded, staring into his grey eyes. Nate bent down again and removed the cloth, a sad smile plastered on him. I stood up, turning away. He grabbed my hand, turning me around as he pressed me against the wall.
(A/N: Warning: Reader aggression advised)
Nate began to take off my jacket-
(A/N: sory guys. been in hell but im ok)