...
She still wasn't awake. I couldn't help but panic as I sat on my sofa, zoning out as I stared across the room in a frustrated mess as my brother bill walks over and places his hand on my shoulder
"how you holding up.?" he asked softly, he manged his anger a lot better than I did. Honestly I was jealous of him, he was much more popular than me. More in the way of everyone is scared of me and assumed going to shoot them if they look me in the eyes for too long. I looked up to him with the same cold look, unable to stop over thinking.
"there's a lot to deal with bill. Just leave me to sort it out." I moved his hand off and stood up swiftly
"he's downstairs. He's awake, but blindfolded. Don't do too much damage" bill told me with a warning tone. I knew who he was talking about, the fucker that hurt Jen. I couldn't help but feel emence guilt. He had kidnapped her for me, I forced him to.. I didn't know he was a crazy bitch. I looked to bill slowly and gave him a nod as I walked away, down stairs. To confront kitzler
I stood before him, as I moved the blind fold away, he was frozen with fear, as much as my power over people was a curce, in these situations I couldn't care less. I was glad they were scared. They hated me, or loved me. If they hurt Jen they're done for. He knew this but disobeyed me.
"kitzler.. You've disappointed me. You've made me sick." he was shivering. He had been down here for at least a day with no food or water. I wanted him to suffer. To feel every second of pain Jen did but worse. Much worse. I blinked him a slight smile
"a tourturor that's scared of some pain.. That ironic." my face went cold again as I remembered last night, my blood started boiling again. "I can't kill you yet.. I have things I can use you for. But you won't be fitting it at home here. Know that." He had a mouth cloth on. So I didn't have to hear his irritating groans and begs, but I wanted to hear what he had to say anyway, so I moved it
"you should've let me kill her. She would've preferred to be dead." he panted as he spoke his words affecting me more than I would have hoped "you're just going to hurt her like every other useless brat you abuse. End up getting yourself killed for shit all." I smacked him hard and put the cover back over his mouth. I walked over to the door and before I left, leaving him back in solitary
"you're going to be fun to kill." I said with a wide smile, closing the door behind me and walking back up stairs not bothering to get him any food. He didn't disserve any. I walked into my room, one of the benifits of being so popular, feared or not is the money.
My room was farley as was my house, that I shared with the boys it was safer if we stuck together. I preferred it with a dimmed light because my eyes were quite sensitive, the walls were full of art work from other artists or musicians, most signed or rare. Most everything in my room was a Gray or blue type colour scheme. I wasn't huge on organisation but I liked things tidy, I walked over to my wardrobe, which might as well have been a walk in one if I didn't have so many cloths. I decided to get changed into something to go visit Jen. See how she was holding up, seeming she got me into all this shit least she could do is wake the fuck up.
I got dressed in a soft white shirt with some dim Gray baggy jeans, a bright red jumper with a black design and a matching bandana, not much but enough to look nice. I didn't really give a fuck about my looks, I knew there would always be girl's drooling to get in a line for me so I'd be fine no matter my style. Bill on the other hand gave style a lot of detail and would often get annoyed when I didn't out much effort into it.
I grabbed my keys and walked out of my room, and into the kitchen, where most of the boys spent a lot of there time to tell them how I was going to visit Jen, Georg got up "I'll go with" I nodded, better if two of us went anyway. Just in case. Jen was in a secret hospital not many people used but had highly skilled doctors and nurses perfect for my situation. I go there a lot. They know me well.. Sometimes I think I trust them too much but bill gets worried if I avoid the hospital.
We drove there fast, I didn't want to waste any time to get to her. I hoped she was awake. Either so I could yell at her for trusting such an obvious bribe. I knew she was smarter than that. Going into the middle of nowhere with a cousin you haven't seen for years, I thought she'd be taught better. Or to just be glad to see her alive. The hospital hadn't called me with any bad news and I know they'd tell me if anything had went wrong. We got in and I didn't bother signing in, I went straight to her room, I had memorised the number C-26.
I walked in, she was asleep.. Her stomach and arm laced with bandages, as rough as her body looked. She looked so peaceful, like she had no thoughts.. I imagened how she must have felt. Getting scared up like that. By her own family.. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I went over to her side and slowly lifted a bit of her hair, it hadn't been washed in awhile.. But as I slowly rested my hand on her I noticed how her skin is so soft. - Kit had so much coming to him.- I thought to myself, not realising I was squeezing Jens hand hard before letting go swiftly and moving to sit I a chair on the side.
I closed my eyes annoyed as I remembered last night again. Rushing her into the car, and racing down the street in hopes I wouldn't crash. Not that I ever have. As I kept looking back at her, seeing the colour drain from her face as she gained and lost consciousness, her blood still smeared along my back seat and floor. The panic running through my vains and energy I had in that moment. She's to important to lose now. God she has no idea, she will soon.. I spoke over with bill what are next move is. No one can know she is mixed up with us. They'd kill her, they'd assume things and everything would be ruined.
I eventually woke up to the sound of Jens voice softly grunting as she moved around, I heard her yell as I pounded out of my seat, she had just hit her arm as she moved, she got up and yelled agian from her back as I slowly lent her back down "hey.. Its ok Jen..you're at the hospital alright.? Are you hungry you've been here a day.." I tried to speak softly, I didn't know if she could even understand me the amount of drugs they had to pump inside her for those stitches.
She looked at me. She looked confused, like she didn't recognise me, like she had no idea who i was and never met me before. I looked at her back then she tried to speak as she couldn't, she started crying. I didn't do anything. I didn't wipe away her tears I didn't console her. I had helped her, she knew that. And she knew what that ment. She knew, I saw she knew. I felt a pain that she was so, destrot by it. By me. But if I hadn't helped her she'd be dead.
"look, I helped you ok so don't start being all bi-" she cut me off. She had the decency to cut me off. She still thinks she can do that hadn't she learnt anything "thank you Tom.. For helping." she didn't have much emotion in her eyes, but I could tell she was trying. Trying to sound genuine, I really couldn't tell if she was scared of me. Or if she was like how I suspected her to be. Just like the rest of the rich problematic slutty bitches. She was so unreadable.. Fuck it just turns me on I can't discribe it.
"I had no choice." I stood up to go leave but she said my name so I turned back, she looked terrible. Scared. Pale. "don't leave, please." I was taken back by her words. A si started doubting her but I decided to stay. She had been through a lot I understood that. Although I couldn't care less if she had years of trauma, if she needed someone I wasn't going to deprive her of all contact, and it's only me. I'd prefer that than someone like kitzler. Onky he diserves to be deprived of all things human. Because he wasnt one. Plus.. I'm sure she had loads of questions.
so I walked back go sit on the chair and sat, I looked over to her and smiled softly, she smiled back as she slumped down on her back tiredly. She seemed exhausted, as I kept looking at her I drifted off into thought. The room was silent, in a good way. In a therapeutic way.. I felt suddenly calm to know she was OK. No more worry. If only that was true.
"Tom.." she spoke softly... Lighly. Like it hurt to speak. I looked over at her face, she looked distracted before looking over at me with a sharp look
"yes.. Jen" I said back just as Lighly, not sure what she was going to ask. The look she gave me, the intent. The context. Was there anything behind the hollow spirited look..
"did you kill him." she didn't speak with a smile, or any hint of sadness. I didn't know the answer she wanted, but I was going to. There's no way he would live.
"he might as well be dead already" I gave her a cold look. Not caring if it made her upset, he didn't diserve the happiness of life so I'm just going to end his. There's nothing more beautiful than living and if he's going to hurt Jen. He can't find beauty in anything. She sighed and layed, no longer facing me before smiling only so slighly.
"I dispise you Tom. You should be taking his place." she didn't mean it. Well. Maybe she did. I didn't care, I was used to those words because eventually it's how everyone feels. It's how everyone wants to feel, but really. They're just hiding from there true feelings, I just wish she wasn't so scared of hers. The power she could have if she just.. Tried.
...
OOOOOO two chapters in one night 😵you guys getting princess treatment