32 "shards of glass"

My ears were ringing so loudly that my brain felt like it was pounding against its own walls. I woke up slowly. So slow it was hard to understand where I was or what happened. I knew I was cold. Freezing. I looked around with my fuzzy eyes. I was on a cold tiled floor of a bathroom. A disgusting bathroom, the ones you see in horror movies that I always refused to watch. The floor was caked in filth, dirt and what I could assume bodily fluids. My arm was above my head being chained to a steel towel holder. I quickly realized I was nude. Completely nude with my bra hanging from my body roped at the straps. I yanked my arm in a panic. I was freaking out. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck" I yanked and yanked and yanked. "Willie" Tate sobbed. I looked over my shoulder to Tate with a shaven head behind me cowering in a bath tub. He was horrified. More horrified than I've ever seen a human be. I panted "Tate... Tate! Listen to me baby. Listen.. it's.. it's gonna be.. it's gonna be okay. Just.. just lay down in the tub.. put.. put that shower curtain over your body and do not! I repeat do not! Look up! No matter what! No matter what anyone tells you! No matter what you hear! You don't look up!" I needed to protect him. At all costs. I needed to save this boy before myself. I couldn't do that chained up. Tate did as I was told as He spoke underneath the curtain "theyre really mean willow. Really mean. I watched them hurt you!. You just kept bleeding I couldn't help you" he cried so hard it made my stomach turn. "Don't you worry about that now! Just do what I say you'll be okay. You'll be home soon" I reassured him. I could promise him but not promise myself. Angrily I yanked at the Steal bar. I could see the screws of the bar breaking away from the drywall. I was almost there. I thrashed my arm until my wrist was bleeding. I "How many men are there Tate? Huh?" I grunted through gritted torture as I yanked even harder following a whimper from my painful skin. "A lot. I.. I.. I don't know.. I.. I saw four..but.. but i know there are more" he sobbed. "It's okay baby. Just relax it's!.... Oh!....Okay!" I yanked the rod right out of the drywall causing me to fall back into their rotted, falling apart cabinet. I broke the cabinet leaving cuts and scrapes along my backside. I stood up in a sore manner. I then began looking for some kind of clothing for my ruined body. "What's going on in there!?" A voice yelled "oh god! That's him!!" The boy cried. I prepared myself. I stood with the steel bar in my hands ready to fight.  the door swung open following A bear like man, bald with a beard whom stood stall before me "oh! Sleeping beauty is up and ready to fight" he cackled. I squeezed my hands so tight around the steel bar the my finger tips were turning white. "God. You're a sexy little thing. I love that I can just toss you around like a rag doll. Come here princess" he reached for my naked torso. I wacked him. I wacked him hard over the head but He didn't even flinch. He grabbed my tiny body like stick in the ground, he slammed me against the sink with my head pinned against the mirror. I crossed my legs as tight as I could "fuck you!!" I screamed. As he touched me I clenched my jaw so hard my lip was bleeding. "Come on! Open them sweet soft thighs!" He raked his bare knee between my legs to break them open. I could feel his length against my leg. I sobbed. I growled. I was so angry. This would not be happening to me ever again. I stared into the mirror as I cried horrifically. I stared at the bath tub where I could see the boy trembling from underneath the curtain. I couldn't do this to him. I needed to take care of him. I needed to save him..so With no thought behind it I slammed my skull against the glass of the mirror I was pinned against. Blood and glass scattered everywhere. The bear backed up a bit releasing his grip loosley from my wrists. I quickly grabbed the largest shard of glass I could grasp then stabbed the man over and over and over into his neck, into his head, into his back honestly, anywhere I could I stabbed him.  I stabbed him until he was gargling for mercy. I screamed as I stabbed him. Horrid screams. I just continued to Stab him. That until a second man, skinnier and shorter caught me. He ran to me. To stop me, to restrain me. I didn't let him. The adrenaline kicked in. I felt I could take on anything. I took two shards in each hand then stabbed him too, repeatedly, in the neck, in the back, in the head, in the eyes. I took two lives in just a few moments. I panted as I realized they both were dead. I backed up to climb into the tub with Tate. I stood above him like animal protecting his offspring. I placed my hand over the curtain to stroke his head. "I'm gonna get you home" I i breathed heavy. Tate didn't reply. He stayed still under the curtain. He laid curled up, frozen in time. I stood up with my hands squeezing the blades of glass that were slicing into my palm. The blood of two men dripped along my nude body. I shivered in disbelief. I was so angry and protective at the same time. I knew any person to walk through that door next was gonna die because I would do anything to protect my nephew. I stood guard like the wolverine. I held those huge shards in a defense. I held them downwards for easy stabbing. I knew to go straight to the throat. My eyes wee burning from the blood gushing from my forehead. I knew there was going to be a good amount of glass in my forehead. I didn't care. I didn't care about how I was feeling. We both stayed so quiet I could hear the blood from my palms drip onto the filthy ceramic tub beneath me. I stared at that door for hours. I never felt tired. I never felt weak. I knew I had to do the best I could to save this boy. Tate sobbed the entire time. I do believe he attempted to sleep a few times. It's all he could do. All he could do was cry and sleep until I could get us out of there. I decided to finally peak out of the door. I didn't see much. All I could see was a filthy hallway filled with garbage. I could see rat droppings everywhere. I've seen a cockroach here and there. I don't know where the hell we were but it seemed like a trap house. I suddenly heard yelling and slamming coming from the other room. I panicked as I quickly shut the door. I stumbled over the dead bodies to get back into our bathtub. I gripped the glass even harder now, the pain coming from the gashes in my palms didn't even phase me. I was ready to strike.. that until the door burst open. I got ready to pounce before realizing it was a man with a badge. A good man with the sheriffs department written on the front of his chest. "Hey!! Put the weapon down!!!" He screamed at me with his rifle pointed at my head. I quickly dropped the glass then covered my small bare body with my oozing hands. Where is the boy!!?" He screamed. I was scared by his voice "in.. In.. in here! He's.. he's under here!" I placed my hand over the curtain as it shook with fear. I still guarded him with my life. "Hand him over!! Now!!Tate began to scream as he heard those words. He began to freak out underneath the curtain. I curled up beside him holding him still "no! No Tate you're okay! I promise! Hey! Tate!?" He screamed even louder as he freaked out. "I said get away from him!!" The man from the sheriffs department grabbed me by the back of my hair. He yanked my tiny nude and wounded body to the floor. He dragged me to the hallway to slam my face into the filthy cat pee smelling carpet. I screamed in pain and fear as I was terrified even more of being shot. Or Tate being taken. The man's knee dug into my spine as he held me down. I cried even harder now. "Please! I'm sorry!!" I had a feeling this was because I had murdered those men"Tate!?" A familiar voice shouted. "No.. no you don't wanna go in there. I can't let you see this" another man with the rifle spoke. It was casey, he shoved through the guarding men. I stared from the floor at him as He went past me. His face was pale, he looked sick. Casey stumbled over the dead bodies before the armed men yanked the monsters bodies out of the bathroom. "Tate! Tate! Relax buddy! Relax! It's me! It's daddy! Tate.. shhh it's daddy!" he pulled the curtain off of his head to cover his eyes with a hug. Tate grasped his body like a claw machine. "I'm here buddy.. I'm here" Casey was quick to pick up his son as he hid his vision still with his hand. He quickly mushed the boy out of that bloody bathroom. I stayed still. I didn't know what to do. I was nude and terrified. "Casey" I whimpered as he went past. I tried to get up to follow him home.. "get up" the man with the knee yelled. I quickly got up as I covered myself. Let's go! Now!" He shoved the tip of his rifle into my back. He slammed it hard to keep my moving. I held my arms around my chest and thighs when stepping outside where the sun was just coming up. Another man with a badge screamed "Hey!! Put your hands behind your back!" I stumbled back "h..huh? W.. what?" I was startled. "You're under arrest for multiple charges. Kidnapping, child endangerment, public indecency, murder, shall I continue!?" The man was quick to slam my small naked body against his car. He hit me so hard against it I squealed from the air leaving my lungs. I began to sob "I.. I.  I didn't do any of that!!" I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight. "Bullshit! Shut your mouth until you are told to speak!" Eagerly the man yanked me by my chained wrists to move to the back door of the car. I was so distraught. I was nude, abused and scared. I was bleeding from my hands and wrists, head and mouth. I just wanted to go home. I struggled against him. "Get in the fucking car!" He demanded. "N.. no! You.. you got.. you got it wrong!!" I sobbed even harder as the man shoved my head into the car. I fought back. "Let.. let me explain!! Please!!" I squealed. Again, he grasped the back of my hair that was dyed with blood. He slammed my face into the gravel making me cry out in pain. "Daddy!!!" I sobbed. "Casey!!!" I was gasping for air as I've never cried so hard before. Rocks were embedded into my frail pale skin. "Find this whore some cloths!!" The man yelled at his partner. "Please!!" I cried "shut your fucking mouth! What are you? One of their aryan race people? Huh!?"

"I don't know!! I don't know what you're talking about!!" The tears from my eyes streaked the blood and bruising on my face. "What the hell are you doing ron!!?" A loud voice interrupted him. "This is the one that held that boy captive. I'm arresting her!" He replied. The bald man shook his head "are you fucking serious!? Are you a fucking idiot!?" He replied. "No! Im assuming Dutton would want this one put away sir!!"

"For fuck sakes!!" The bald sheriff shoved the officer off me. He grabbed me by my cuffs to turn me upright. I crossed my legs tightly as I stared up at him. My body was stabbed with little sharp rocks. "You see that!? You see that you dumb mother fucker!?" The sherif pointed to my healed over brand. The officer whom treated me terribly looked horrified.  His eyes widened as he stepped back. "What's your name honey" the sheriff squatted down undoing my cuffs. Once my hands were free I hid my chest. "W...w..Willie.." I whispered. "Willie what darling.." he didn't know me? If my sister was in my shoes they'd know exactly who she was "d..Dutton" I cried as I refused to look at the sheriff. He covered his mouth as heStood up looking around. "Oh fuck" the other officer spoke as he knew his life was on the line now... or so he thought. "I..I... I just.. I just wanna go home" I sobbed. My face was numb from screaming and crying. "Is Casey still here?!" The man called out. The other officers shook their heads. "Is anyone from the Yellowstone still here!?" He called again. "Here!" A voice cheered from afar. The bald officer waved him on. It was Ryan. Ryan in his livestock agent uniform. "Do you know her?" He pointed to me. I brougjt my crossed knees to my chest to hide any dignity I had left. Ryan's squatted down to try and look at my gory face. He squinted. "Willie ring a bell?" Bald asked. Ryan's face faded. He looked ill. He looked horrified. "...wills.." he quickly took my cheeks in his hands. "What did they do to you will.." "Ryan I wanna go home" I whispered to him. I was just so happy to see a familiar face. No matter who it was. "Don't tell my dad" I wept. Ryan was quick to pick me up and stand me on my feet. I'm gonna get you home.. you need a doctor" he held my nude self close to him as we walked quickly to his truck. "No.. no doctor.. just home" he helped me even closer to him as  we past the awful cop. I watched the cop from the corner of my eyes since he scared me to death. "I didn't even see you in there wills.. I'm so sorry.. we were searching for the boy..and.. and looked past you.. we.. we didn't even know you were missing"

"..I.. I don't care.. I.. I just wanna go home" I gripped his arm so tight using it to cover my body. "Here darling" he opened the truck door to block my humility. He draped an old blanket around me. "..look what they did to you.." he kissed my head "letsGet you home..".......