A Devils Number

Chapter 11 •Six•

TW: Mentions of r*pe, flash backs, gore, and domestic violence

"I don't like being here with daddy..." He whispered quietly to me. "He's mean."

"I don't either..." I looked over at the kitchen, watching Eomma and Daddy's shadows while they screamed at each other.

"I didn't want to be here! Stop trying to take them! Stop trying to take him, he's a child not a toy." Eomma's voice sounded like she was in pain. I heard a thud and a yelp so I stood up and took the boy next to me towards the stairs.

"Keep your voice down, idiot," Daddy seethed out.

"C'mon lets go to bed," I whispered.

My face was really wet and cold when I woke up. I sat up slowly and looked over at the clock. It was early in the morning, about 5 am, almost 6. My eyes didn't feel tired and after that dream that made me shake and cry in my sleep, I didn't think I wanted to try to sleep again. I stood up instead and walked over to the bathroom quietly. I turned the lights on and squinted since they were so bright. I closed the door with a soft click and pulled my clothes off, turning the shower on. I was careful to wash my body and hair because I wasn't supposed to get the stitches wet despite the wound being almost healed. When I got out of the shower, I dried off and brushed my teeth, leaning against the sink. When I was done I walked out of the bathroom, stopping halfway out.

"Silas?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion because I could feel someone's presence behind me.

"Wrong!" A woman shrieked, I stepped to the side and turned around to face her as she attempted to tackle me from behind. I couldn't see her face very well but I could tell by her posture that she was really pissed off. I seethed and grunted as she swiped a butterfly knife at my face, missing me by a hair. Speaking of hair, I ducked under her arm, grabbed a fist full of hers and gripped her wrist as she jabbed it backward towards my throat. I kneed her in the back causing her to cry out in pain. I let go of her hair and choked her slowly with my arm.

"Who are you?" I asked calmly. She choked on her words so I loosened my hold on her throat.

"What makes you so fucking special, huh?" She coughed out. My lips pulled into a frown and for some reason that question caught me off guard. I was suddenly slammed onto the floor, the towel around my waist slowly beginning to slip off. The knife she had was at me throat and her legs pinned my hips painfully to the floor. "Maybe if I fuck you, Silas will finally see what I'm trying to tell him," The woman snarled. My eyes widened and my voice caught in my throat.

"No," I whispered slightly. Her hand drug down my torso.

"Your not very attractive, are you? Never seen someone with skin as pale as yours—" I grabbed the knife, pulled it from her hand and flipped us back over. My eyes began to see black dots and a light red color while I screamed, slamming her face into the floor over and over again. The light flicked on and I held her to the ground.

"Get the fuck off!" Silas growled out, pulling me away, struggling a bit. I panted and stumbled back, wincing because my leg hurt. I sat on the floor and looked down at the stitches in my leg before looking up. Silas picked the woman up and held her in his arms like she was his bride. Her face was fucked up and she was definitely passed out. I felt a twinge of nausea hit me while I stared at her in Silas's arms. I stared silently and looked at the opened door. "You almost killed her," Silas grunted, staring down at her with a weird look. Was he in love with her? I couldn't tell. But the way he held her made me want to snap her neck.

"She attacked me. Who is she?" I asked. Silas glared at me and his eyes began to slowly roam my body. I grabbed the towel quickly and held it to my crotch. Did he want to fuck me now? Or was he mad I hurt the woman he seemed to love? "Is she you're lover?" I asked curiously before tilting my head, slowly standing up. "Is that why you're mad at me?"

Silas growled almost at me, "Just get dressed and stay in the room," He ordered harshly, carrying the woman out. The door slammed shut which caused me to flinch and my eyes began to water. That reminded me of when I was in my cell. The door would slam shut when ever Damon came in and out to use me. I hated how loud it was because sometimes I would wake up to it and have no time to register what was happened. I felt really ill all of a sudden and ran to the bathroom, bending over to puke in the toilet. I let out quiet sobs and hurled some more before I ended up gagging dryly into the bowl. My hands shook while I flushed the toilet slowly, looking away from whatever I regurgitated. I began to rock myself back and forth gently, in an attempt to stop the thoughts running around in my mind.

If Silas was mad at me for that, maybe he would come back and finally kill me. I hurt someone he must've liked. She tried to kill me though, I was only defending myself. Then a thought came to me as I really began to think about that woman. Did Silas send the woman to get rid of me? If that's why she was here, why didn't Silas just kill me himself? Maybe I should just die...

"You really messed her up, huh?" Nicholas laughed out while I stared over at the curtained window. I stayed quiet and frowned. A shudder rose up my spine and my hand ran over my stomach like that woman did. I've never been touched like that by a woman before but somehow I still didn't like it. But I didn't like it either when Damon or Sebastian had done worse. Perhaps there's something wrong with me since I don't enjoy it. "Hey, dude? Are you even gonna tell me the details?" I looked up at Nicholas who had his hands shoved into his coat pockets and he was hovering near the chair I sat in.

"She said she wanted to kill me. Well she didn't say that but she tried to. So I stopped her. I'm not sure why I stopped her though," I mumbled the last part out as I spoke.

"I didn't really like the bitch so don't worry too much about it."

"You're not mad at me? Silas was mad at me."

Nicholas arched an eyebrow and scoffed, "No way was he mad at you for defending yourself. Have you told him what happened?" I shook my head. "Why?"

"He hasn't come to see me and I'm not allowed to go out." I answered. Nicholas scoffed out and groaned.

"What an idiot. You know what, screw it. Get up, let's go. We're gonna go see the stupid idiot." I stood up and tilted my head.

"We are? But I'm not allowed to."

"Why would you even follow his rules? You're an assassin, kid." I frowned.

"I made a deal with him. And where I live I always had rules to follow. Punishments if I didn't follow them. I don't understand why you guys haven't used or punished me. I've done a lot wrong, haven't I?" I asked while picking up the hat and mask that Silas had me use the last time I was outside of this room. Nicholas stared at me with and smirked before he rolled his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. Like he wasn't very fond of what I was saying.

"Just follow me, stay close. Keep up and don't look anyone in the eyes." I nodded and almost gingerly followed after Nicholas as we walked out of the room.