Fractured

Chapter 29

I didn't know what to say to him as I stared into his eyes.  I knew he was a sick man to be working here in the first place. This place was being run under what people notice and see.  It was a massive cover up and for a reason.  Because they were experimenting on people here, seeing what makes crazy people 'tick.'  And in my opinion, that had to be an excuse to torture people when there were better ways in modern day now than before.  This man enjoyed his sick work on all these poor people.  Just because they were mentally sick didn't give him the right to show how sick he was back.  I question whether these people were 100% heartless.  Obviously, this guy wasn't.  He loved his nephew despite his position here.  It was a very touchy thing with him clearly since he wanted to take his anger out on me.  I didn't know how to make that hate filled stare leave.  All I knew was that I couldn't take it anymore. 

"S-Sir, I... I didn't kill Mark.  I didn't want him to die but he--"

Staring up at him, I noticed my weak attempt at reasoning was something he didn't even want to hear.  Eyes were lit in fire and in the next moment, he cut my words off by raising his hand and swiping it forward, slapping me across the side of my face before I knew it.

I heard myself grunt on instinct when the pain his sharp hand inflicted traveled up the side of my face and cheek.  Like the sting of snow smacking against your face, it stung more than a usual hit from Clare.  Gritting my teeth, I could feel my eyebrows lower in pain. He had sent me from where I was sitting upright to my side on the cot; there was so much force behind his hand.  Of course, all I could do was sit back up and ignore it as best as I could.  I needed to expect this type of treatment from them - at least, until Luke gets to me. 

The next moment, after I sat up from the aftershock of his tremendously hard slap, he wasn't done with me.  I watched as he leaned down towards me where I was sitting and any form of professionalism in him - the little there in the first place - was nonexistent now.  This was no sick psycho doctor.  This was an angry and stubborn uncle who wanted revenge. And who did not want to hear any excuses from me.

Grasping the front of my white tee-shirt they gave me as a uniform, I felt him yank me forward with the rough material of my neckline, pulling me to my feet unexpectedly to face him.  I didn't know what he was doing but it honestly was scaring the shit out of me now.  I can only image what he wanted to do with me....  I didn't have too much time to wonder on the matter of what he was doing though.  He  dragged me a few steps over to where he could slam my back against the wall of the room.  Pushing me back in a hard force, he held me against the wall like that and the only thing I could see was his face in front of mine, full of fury. 

"You are done," he growled and I saw a sly smirk reach his face.  "Do you understand?  Done!  You're not getting away from this.  For all you have come to cause, for all you did to ruin people, and to fuck up my nephews life, I will fuck you up!  Come tomorrow, you will be finished.  You wont be able have one conscious thought besides the excruciating torment and pain you will feel.  And after that, none at all.  You will be a lifeless waste of space when I'm done with you and for all intents and purposes, you... are going to be gone.  So please, entertain me of you will.  Enlighten me on some sappy bullshit I don't give a fuck about hearing regarding your innocents to his death!  Whatever you have to say, is worthless to me.  Being the nut job you are, you should have learned that by now."

When his words hit me... it felt like a train smashing me to pieces.  Today just built up and up and up.  Only to get to this point right here, where I knew this was the most I could take.  Because he not only confirmed that he was going the distance to bring me down... a few words stuck out to me.  And it made a lot of my hope crash as everything raced through my head.