When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 41

"Can you just fucking sit down you arrogant dickhead? Just shut up and sit for once in your life." Freddie demands as he holds his laptop in his hands. 

My eyes widen, listening to his command, not liking the fact I might have pissed him off with my raw attitude. I look behind him and notice Anthea with her head in hands and Janyce crying silently while leaning against Anthea. 

My eyes soften, finally reading the room in its proper form. "What happened, Freddie?"

Freddie hands me the laptop, while I watch Jay gently take the girls out of the room. 

"Open the email and you'll know what to do after," he says almost in pity.

He walks out of the room, leaving me with the laptop and a trail of silence along with it. I stared down at the bright screen, starting to debate if I should open the email. 

My eyes graze at the email sender, and my finger immediately clicked on the email itself as if it had a mind of its own. 

The screen turned black within seconds and I began to question what was going on. My mouse moved as my fingers tapped in the trackpad and I noticed the screen had turned black because it was the beginning of a video.

I press play, trying to brace myself for the worst as my body tenses up. 

The dark screen suddenly becomes bright and I choke on my breath at the scene. 

My jaw clenches and fist tighten as the first thing I see resembles something I saw not too long ago.  

The four thick concrete covered walls. 

The trembling body was sitting in the corner of the room with their knees to their chest.

Her skin exactly how I remember from what a dreamt. Black, blue and burned. 

"P-please, I'm sorry," She chokes out, making my heart arch for her through the screen.

I watch as the devil himself comes into view with a kitchen knife tightly gripped within his hand with dry blood and a steaming glass of hot water. 

My eyes twitch as I watch him grab her by her hair and Dee starts to depend herself on his grip. She groans quietly, begging for him to let go. She was so weak she couldn't even fucking voice her pain.

"This is what happens when you don't listen to me!" Peter bangs her head against the painted wall, making my rage in anger. 

I shot up from sitting down, keeping my eyes on the sick scene which was being played out in front of me. My nails dig into my palm as he used the kitchen knife to cut Dee's angelic skin. She tried to withhold herself from flinching but she couldn't. 

She had become so pale and skinny and it made me sick to my stomach, seeing her in a state which I couldn't help her in.

I just wanted to grab her through the screen and never let her go. 

My eyes widen as I watch Peter pour the glass of boiling water on her newly cut wound. 

Dee wimps in pain and squeezes her eyes tight and clamping her teeth together. 

I watched as her tightly squeezed eyes become weak, telling me she had completely past out from not being able to bear the pain of hot water and flesh. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces, seeing her laying on the floor, almost lifeless. 

I'm not trying hard enough. If I wasn't fooling around like a depressed idiot, I would have had her by now and she won't have had to go through all of this.