CHAPTER TWELVE

"Where is Chloe mom?" I asked back through clenched teeth not answering her question.

She turned away uncomfortably and began organizing the doctors desk to get away from my glaring eyes.

"He took her home," Is all she answered with but her tone of voice told me everything.

"Un-cuff me." I ordered.

"I can't," She said sniffling.

"Mom, let me go." I said a bit louder, getting more angry.

"I can't Colby," She said louder with tears in her eyes when she turned back to face me.

"Why the hell not?" I yelled.

"-Because I don't have the keys, your father does," She explained.

Of course he does, he doesn't trust her to keep me away from Chloe.

"Fuck!" I screamed out of frustration pulling harder against the metal cuffs. 






















Chloe's P.O.V




I woke up in my own blood and vomit, I shakily put my hand in my pocket where I placed the two cigarettes, and took them out; one was broken in two the other still fine.

I picked up the non-broken cigarette and placed it between my lips like Colby did in the car, I carefully took the lighter and lit up the lighter with a slide and click of the little red button on the lighter with the word 'Bick'. 

I let the open part of the cigarette and took a deep inhale not expecting what came next.

My lungs were full of smoke. I coughed painfully and loudly wheezing with every cough, and once I caught my breath sitting in my corner I took a small puff and exhaled slowly.

Why does he smoke these things? They taste like poison, yet instead of putting it out I continued to smoke it until it burned my fingers and put it out against the concrete floor and through the end of it under my bed but kept the broken one in my pocket.

I hope Colby is okay.




Colby's P.O.V




I sat on the hospital bed anxious. It has been a week that I've been in this bed and I'm finally being discharged today.

As soon as I get home I'm going to check in on Chloe. 

I hope he doesn't leave her in the basement again. I hope she's in my room sleeping like the angel she is.

My father finally walked in with the keys, and it's the first time I've seen him since I've been here. 

His face looks pretty torn up by what looks like fingernail scratches. He unlocked the cuffs and I rubbed the circulation back into my wrist.

"How is she?" I asked worriedly.

"Don't worry about it, I put that little bitch in her place." He sneered.

A hitch caught my throat but I swallowed it back as I got up and followed him out and into the car.

I stared blankly out the window trying to figure out what he meant when he said he put her in place. Looking at his face it seemed he got it back.

After fifteen minutes the gates swung open and we parked in his usual spot.

I swung open and shut the car door running towards the house, all you can see from where I was standing was red on the white carpet that seemed to be fading with baking soda.

'No, no. This cannot be happening,' I thought, basically screaming her name.

"Chloe!" 

I ran to the locked basement and with a kick I attempted to open it, and then a second kick that made the doors fly off its hinges. 

Running into the dark basement, seeing a clump in a corner, I never ran faster. I was by her side in seconds. Blood and vomit plastered the walls and floors, taking her unconscious body into my arms, she was almost unrecognizable with her face and black and blue bruised body.

She was lighter and thinner then I remembered sickly almost, that's when it clicked that he had been starving her.

I was so angry all I seen was red, but instead on acting on impulses I carried her up the blood stained stairs, kissing her forehead and carrying her up to my room, passing my mother she seen Chloe's body in my hands and completely collapsed out of guilt on her hands and knees in complete devastation.

"Is she..." She cut herself off.

"No she's still breathing," I answered, continuing to carry her up the stairs to my room and locked my door behind me, placing her on my bed gently.

I caressed her swollen cheek as I looked down as she was breathing softly as she slept; I leaned down giving her a kiss on her forehead.

I broke my promise, the one person I would never break my promise to. Putting my hand through her hair I noticed it was caked with dry blood.

"I'll be right back," I whispered in her ear as I gently kissed her still lips.

I got up gently making sure the bed didn't dip too fast and made my way to my door and locked it behind me. I wasn't locking her in, I was locking my father out.

I made it to my mother's room where she kept Chloe's clothes and took out a white dress and placed it over my arm as I looked for a bra and panties to go on her.

I quickly exited their room and cautiously made it to mine.

"What are you doing?" A voice behind me asked, making me jump out of my own skin.

"Jesus Christ," I said looking over my shoulder seeing Jayce behind me.

Jayce was my younger brother; well in a gang sense.

"Did I scare ya Colb?" He said laughing.

"Yeah, you got me," I joked.

"So what are you doing with those clothes, I saw you got it from your parents room," He said nodding to the heap in my hands.

"Oh it's for Chloe," I said, feeling uncomfortable unlocking the door trying to slip in without much talking.

"Is she in there?" He asked, trying to look into the door frame of my bedroom around me.

"Yeah, she is. Alright talk to you later buddy."

I closed the door in his face, locking it quickly.

I turned and placed the clothes neatly on the bed beside her.

I went into the bathroom that's attached to my room and began to run the hot water, placing my hand underneath to make sure it's not too hot.

Going back to the room where she laid I began to undress her, making sure she's okay every second making sure I don't move or unintentionally hurt her. 

Once she was undressed I picked her up and carried her small frame into the bathroom placing her in the water making sure her head doesn't go under.

When the water seems high enough I turned off the faucets and got a soft cloth and rubbed soap until you see the foamy suds.

I took her arm gently over the tub washing her down and continued to make my way down her body.

I want to make her feel as comfortable as I can and let her feel truly clean.

I poured water on her to get all the soap off, then from the corner of the bath I picked up the johnsons shampoo, yes baby shampoo; and doused her hair in it, washing the blood out of her hair.

When she was all clean I unplugged the tub and let the blood and dirt go down the drain, I took a white fluffy towel and wrapped her in it as I picked her up carrying her back to the bed.

I dried her off and began to dress her in the clean bra and panties as well as the white dress and put her head on the pillow, then bring up the blanket to let her sleep.

Kissing her on the forehead once more I then left to make her something to eat.