Dear diary...

Alex's P.O.V.:
I opened my eyes and couldn't see anything, the room was completely dark. For a second I thought I had gone blind. I tried screaming but noticed I had a piece of cloth inside my moth.
What happened? I tried remembering everything from the start.
Okay, so we left NY and was near the last part of the Hudson, a few miles away from Jersey. I never made it to Jersey, a car behind me hit me I stepped out of the car and saw a familiar face: Bert. I ran inside the car and tried starting it, as soon as I did it another car crashed into me by the front. The windows were broken, I wasn't bleeding but I hit my head really hard. I got out of the car to get help or call someone but I didn't make it either. That was how I got here.
I heard voices and people walking downstairs.
"Okay so... She's pregnant?"
"Yes, she is, it's a girl"
"Why did you contact me?"
"I know you still love Iero, that's why you fucked him. It's either that or you're a bitch"
They turned the lights on, everything was clear to me now. Bert had gone looking for Stephanie, she was here to help him do whatever sick thing he had in mind. I never really understood why the girls Frank had either dated or fucked were so twisted.
Bert had a messy look, although he looked worse this time. He had lost weight and had several bruises on his arm due to several shots. He walked towards me and placed his hand on my cheek.
"Hello, beautiful, I thought I'd see you again"
I tried moving desperately so that his hands would stop touching my skin.
"So... You're pregnant huh? Is it mine? I suppose it is, that little faggot mustn't be good in bed. Crappy guitar, crapy dick. How have you been sweetie?"
His breath made me nauseated, I couldn't believe this was happening. Stephanie just stayed on the back and stared at my bump the entire time.
Bert grabbed a bag of cookies from his pockets and put the in front of me.
"Here, eat bitch. You'll need it"
I refused to touch the food he was giving me, I was starving but I couldn't trust anyone.
The following two days had been awfully slow. I'd been laying on a dirty couch of what looked like a basement. My hands were still tied up but the cloth had been removed. I hadn't eaten nor drank anything, my head started to feel light. I hadn't seen Bert nor Stephanie for the last few days. I'd been by myself and that awful bag of strawberry cookies. I was about to fall asleep when the lights went on again. It was them, they carried a tray with medical equipment. I felt my chest ache, they were going to hurt my baby.
"Hey beautiful, how have you been?"
"Get the fuck away from me you sick freak"
"You didn't eat the fucking cookies I left for you"
"Someone's going to find out what you did. This can't keep going on like this. And you, why on fucking earth are you doing this to me? You already destroyed my marriage what else do you want from me?"
She remained silent and prepared her kit while sitting next to me. She helped me lay down and pulled up my shirt.
"I'm going to need you to be extremely quiet and avoid moving otherwise you'll bleed out"
Bert started laughing and put a piece of wet cloth in my mouth. Stephanie put gloves on and sterilised my stomach.
"It will hurt a little, just relax"
I could see the skin on my stomach tearing apart, I feared for the baby. Large amounts of blood were coming out of me and the pain was unbearable.
"Look, you're bleeding too much. We'll continue tomorrow morning, okay?"
I looked at her while tears ran down my face from pain and fear. She placed some tepid towels on top of my wound and left alongside Bert.
I needed to get out of there, if the baby is already dead I would die also. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, they had dinner and chatted as if nothing happened. The piece of cloth in my mouth had gone loose because of me chewing it so hard. I removed it and used my mouth to untie my hands, my feet were wrapped with a blanket. I tried kneeling down but I felt warm blood pouring outside of me and feared my guts would come out. As an attempt to stand up I pulled my shirt down and closed the zipper of my jacket. I tried standing up silently but fell quickly to the floor, I couldn't feel my knees. I grabbed the blood soaked towels she had placed on my stomach and put them inside my jacket to refrain loosing more blood. After a few minutes sitting on the floor I got strength to stand up. I walked carefully up the stairs and found out the door was not locked. Leaving traces of blood all the way I went inside what looked like a living room. On the background I heard Stephanie moaning and Bert saying random stuff.

It was my chance, they were too busy having sex to pay attention to me. I grabbed my stomach trying to close the open wound and walked slowly towards the door. My knees shook, I felt dizzy and weak. I finally made it to the front door, it was locked. I looked around and saw an open window near the couch. I had to climb outside the window and run as fast as I could. I fell on the couch and rested for a minute, I was so close I couldn't give up.
When I clenched my stomach I felt more blood started to pour. I grabbed the frame of the window to help myself out, with little control of my body I fell on my knees.
Pain was making me tear up but I was finally outside the house. I supposed I made too much noise when I fell because Stephanie's moaning stopped.
I walked as fast as I could towards the end of the street. I didn't recognise the neighbourhood I was in. I walked quickly towards the house next door, the lights were off. I knocked several times but no one answered. I felt more blood coming out of me, by this time my clothes were soaked in red. I left the house due to no one answering and kept walking down. I felt my knees giving up when someone grabbed my arm.
Everything went black.

Notes

Heeeey :)
short update today due to a rather busy day, I'm back in southamerica so... Yeah.
I hope you like it, I'll upload more soon.

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