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Zaria's POV

I gasped for breath as I woke up with a start, perspiration dripping from my body even with the air conditioning at it's highest. My face was wet but not from sweat. From tears. I took several breaths to calm my racing heart and I allowed my mind to go back to the dream.

Suddenly everything became clear; Why I have been having those night mares for a long time and why I couldn't help her when she cried for help.

She cried to me for help...

I couldn't help all the while because that girl was Me...

...and the man...

UNCLE SAM!

I looked around frantically and saw it was already dark. I looked at the time and widened my eyes when I saw 8:30pm. I slept for four good hours. I heard foot steps downstairs which signified that Sam was back. I panicked, fear gripping me.

I have to get out of this house.

I picked up my jacket from the coat rack and wore it, picked up my phone and put it on. I tried putting a call over to Lyla but it wasn't going through. I called Joel but he wasn't picking.

Fuck!

I quickly wore my flip flops and got out of my room, still trying Joel's number. I descended the stair case and got down. Unfortunately, Sam was there. He looked up when he heard foot steps.

"Where are you going to?" He asked, his forehead creased in a frown. I ignored him and walked towards the door only to feel his strong hand come in contact with my forearm as he dragged me back, standing between me and door. I glared at him.

"Get out of my way Sam!" I snapped at him.

"I asked you a question and I demand an answer, Zaria. Where are you going?" He growled.

"Where I go or not go is none of your god damn business. So get the hell out of my way." I snapped again. He chuckled but there was no trace of humour in it.

"Or else? You are gonna report me to daddy and mummy?" He pouted, mimicking a little girl's voice. I groaned in pure irritation.

"Get out of my way Sam!" I warned again

"Or else what?" He repeated daringly.

Adrenaline burst through my veins and I swung my fist to punch him in the face. He staggered, groaning in pain and released me. I tried using that opportunity to escape but a strong pair of hands held my waist and threw me back in.

In the process, my back hit the sharp end of the glass table and I fell, groaning in pain. My hair came loose from its bun and fell loosely around my face. I looked up to see Sam walking toward me in predatory steps, blood on the side of his lips.

He picked me up effortlessly and threw me on the couch. I gasped, too weak to move. He took the remote and increased the volume of the TV to the highest, that way no one would know what was going on in the house. He came close to me and smirked.

Then he leaned in.

"Feisty, me likey. Turns me on 100%." He whispered, kissing my neck. I squirmed and whimpered. His smirk suddenly turned into a scowl. "But someone still has to learn their manners!!" He growled.

Suddenly his palm met my face in a hot slap. I screamed in pain as my cheek stung. He picked me up with my hair and flung me to the tiled floor. My right hand met the floor on impact and I heard a crack, before an excruciating pain shot through my hand. I tried to hold it up but it fell limp to my side. I looked up see Sam giving me a mock pity face.

"Ohhh... Your hand is broken. Seems like you won't be throwing punches at anyone anytime soon." He pouted. I tried to pick myself up and I succeeded. I looked at him with so much anger and hatred, tears falling from my eyes.

"I don't need my hand to kill you." I told him with gritted teeth. His smile turned upside down suddenly as he charged towards me. I winced as he pulled my hair again and dumped me on the chair. He climbed over me and held both of of my hands above my head with one of his.

"You are still talking?" He growled as he slapped me hard with his other hand. I sobbed. As he began to unzip my jacket. I realised that my knee was in between his legs.

Checkmate!

I raised my leg and kneed him right in the balls. He screamed in pure agony cussing under his breath as he got off me, clutching his balls in his hands. I got off and started to run upstairs.

"Bitch!" I heard him scream as he struggled to get up.

I got to my room and closed locked the door, took my phone out of my jeans pocket, the screen cracked. I tried Joel's number again. He wasn't picking up and tears welled up in my eyes. I don't have time.

Joel, please pick up.

"I'm coming for you, bitch!" I heard Sam growl and my tears began fall like a torrent as I tried to call Joel again.

But I was too late.

"Arghhhh!" I screamed as Sam's shoulder kept hitting the door. He was fit to break an iron door not to talk of a wooden one. I tried to use my back to secure it but he successful broke the door from its hinges, causing me to fall and my phone to fly from my hand. His palm came in contact with my face.

"Look at you calling your boyfriend to safe you. So pathetic." He picked my hair up and brought his face closer to mine. "How many times do I have to tell you? I own you, pumpkin. No one else can have you if I don't." He licked my face and I cringed in disgust.

"You can never have me, because I don't belong you. I never did. I hate you, Sam and may God punish you for what you did to me!" I spat in his face.

That infuriated him. He pulled me and dumped me on the bed before climbing on top of me, trapping both my legs tightly in between his. My right hand was limp and he also trapped my left. I couldn't move. I just allowed the tears to flow.

He removed my jacket and began to unbuckle my pants. He didn't even waste any time.

"I have missed all of this." He pushed down my trouser along with my underwear and tried to part  my legs. I tried to struggle but he didn't bulge. I was too week.

"You are disgusting." I spat at him. He smirked.

"On the contrary. I am in love." He chuckled and started to unbuckle his belt.

"This is not love! This is lust! Infatuation! Obsession! And even worse, Incest!! I am your niece." I snapped.

"More reason why this is interesting." He finally put off his trouser.

"You are a mad man! And may God punish you." I told him. "You will never know what love feels like and you will continue to live a miserable life. I curse you!" I glared. He got angry and slapped me again.

"Shut up, bitch! You couldn't stop it before and you can't stop it now. And just like before, no one would believe you." He growled at me and I sobbed.

He freed himself from his boxer and without warning, entered me. I screamed in pain and struggled to free myself but that didn't stop his continuous pounding inside me.

I felt myself beginning to loose consciousness the same time I heard a distant call for my name. I screamed with all my might. I heard the door jerked open and Sam's weight being lifted from me. I hears another call for my name before I finally lost all consciousness.

******

....30 minutes ago ⬇

Joel's POV

I watched as the guys played spin the bottle. My mind was faraway, wondering what was going on in Zaria's life at the moment. She has been unreachable for the past two weeks and I was worried about her. I have stopped myself from going to her house.

"Joel, it's your turn." Kelvin's voice pierced through my reverie and I looked up to see everyone staring at me.

"Play on without me. I'm not in the mood." I told them and stood up from the floor.

"Joel, if you are worried about Zaria, I'm sure she's fine." Lyla told me and I nodded. She's being the one giving me moral support since Zaria asked for a break. Though, I could tell she was also as worried I was.

"I have this terrible feeling in my chest that something is wrong." I told them.

"No negative thoughts, Joel." Charles said and I nodded again, walking over to my jacket to pick my phone. I kept in on silence so that I wouldn't be disturbed. I swept across to unlocked and the first thing I was was the notification box.

20 misses calls.  I frowned.

From Zaria. My eyes widened.

"Guys, I have had 20 missed calls from Zaria." I told them and they became alert.

"What?!" Taju exclaimed. An alarm went off in my head.

She's in Danger!

"Fuck! We need to get to Zaria right now. She's in trouble." I picked up my jacket and wore it speedily. My heart began to pump as adrenalin coursed through my veins. My head began to pound like someone was beating drums on it.

"I'm coming with you." Lyla said.

"So am I." Charles said, throwing me his car keys. He looked at Taju and Kelvin. "The both of you should get the police down to Zaria's house ASAP!" He yelled as he followed me outside.

My palms were sweaty and shaky as I tried to turn on the ignition. I successful turned on the ignition and raced out of the house and into the main road like a Maniac. I kept praying one prayer in my head.

God please save Zaria.

Save her!

***

I didn't wait to turn off the ignition before I got down and raced into the house, shouting Zaria's name. I got in and so did Lyla and Charles. Lyla took the remote and lowered the volume of TV and immediately we heard screams from upstairs.

"Zaria!" I screamed as I dashed up the stairs, yelling Zaria's name at the top of my voice.

I followed the noise to a door then Charles used his arm to jerk it open and we all entered. I widened my eyes at what I saw. Immediately, I saw red and I had the powerful urge to end someone's life.

Everything began to happen in slow motion. I ran in and used all my might to lift Sam off an almost unconscious Zaria. Lyla screamed her name as she and Charles ran over to where Zaria was. I help Sam by the singlet vest and shoved him hard against the wall. I don't know where I got the strength from but all I wanted was Sam dead!

"How dare you?!"I growled at him, swinging my fist to meet his face in a deadly punch. He spat out blood and laughed through blooded teeth like the psychopath that he was.

"You were too late. I've gotten what I've always wanted. Your loss small boy!" He said gruffly and I swung my fist again.

And again.

And again.

I threw another punch to his face, connecting with his eyes. Sam fell but I was not done. I climbed on him and kept punching him, though I heard a crack of my own knuckles and pain filled my hand but I kept going.

"You will regret ever laying a finger on Zaria! I'll kill you, Asshole!" I growled as I kept punching.

Blood oozed out of his eyes, mouth, nose and even all over his face but that didn't stop me from punching at the expense of my own hand too. Strong arms held me and lifted me from Sam's limp body.

"Joel, that's enough. You'll kill him" Charles whispered to me.

"That's the idea!" I made to shove Charles away but the sound of Siren wailed through the air and on cue, Taju and Kelvin ran inside with police men and paramedics.

I didn't listen to anything that was being said as I ran over to where Lyla was holding Zaria. My knuckles seemed to be broken because they hurt like crazy and it was bleeding, but I didn't pay any attention to them. Lyla was crying as she held an unconscious Zaria.

"She's not responding." Lyla choked out. I knelt beside her body and held her in my arms, tears falling from my eyes.

God, please.

"Zaria, please wake up. I'm sorry for not being there for you before but I am here now and I've got you. Please wake up." I sobbed.

God, let her be okay.

The paramedics came to where we were and I had to place her on the stretcher. Charles came to me.

"She'll be okay. We have to move." He was trying to be strong but his voice was quivering. The police handcuffed Sam and led him away. Lyla and I went followed Zaria in the ambulance while Charles, Taju and Kelvin followed behind.

All the while on the way to the hospital, I held Zaria's hand in mine, praying to the Almighty for her survival.