Fifteen

Jordan

My head hung low and my body ache from not moving. I honestly don't know how long I been here. I don't even know what time it is. I honestly don't even know the day. Louis hasn't came back, it seem like days since he hasn't came back. I tried to move my arms, but I hiss in pain when I do so, because so far I can see bruises on my wrist from this dim light. My jeans rose up and now my skin is touching the rough rope.

So I gave up.

I wish I can do something. Anything. I really do. But with all this...