Chapter 30!! The big 30! Crazy. I wrote 30 chapters damn. But anyways. Here's the chap mate.
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Both our eyes diverted to the door. To the voice screaming in the hallway.
"What the fuck—" I was taken aback.
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Thomas.
I felt myself having an anxiety attack once again.
These anxiety attacks are getting out of hand.
My breath was hitched in my throat. And I felt like everything just stopped. What nightmare have I dreamt? I must be sleeping.
His hazel eyes were stinging in me. Star like eyes.
I gulped staring at Zayn.
"A ghost," I said sitting back on the bed.
I don't believe it.
"What are you doing here, Tommy?" Zayn said. Thomas didn't answer he was just staring at me. I covered my eyes.
"I thought you were dead," I stated. I rubbed my eyes together making sure I wasn't dreaming. I saw the ghost of the man. His hair was shorter and his eyes were bagged. I gripped my throat.
No tears were coming out not yet at least but I was hyperventilating.
I was having a panic attack for the millionth time.
Just seeing his face.
I don't want to anymore.
"Judy, breathe."
I was panicking.
I wasn't thinking.
As three men were huddling over me. I shut my eyes. I wish they didn't take me. I wish they didn't do anything to me. I wish no one touched me. I wish I wasn't getting punishments. I wish I was in my room on my phone texting Abby and Gloria and Karolyn. I wish I was hearing Jackie talk about God damn Chase. I wish I saw my family. Serenity Luke even my damn father. I wish I was with my mother once again. My mom. Her grey hair and talking to me and yelling at me.
I just want my mom. I just want my mom. I just want my mom.
"Get away from me!" I grabbed the covers putting it over my head not wanting to be accompanied by this many people. My mother was nowhere in sight.
"Chica calm down." I blinked my eyes. Pulling the sheet off my face.
Seeing a man in khakis and blue striped suspenders. He was worried. I sat up on the bed shocked. My savior.
"Danny?" It's too good to be true. I'm dreaming.
He smiled I felt myself calm down.
"Oh my god, you're okay," I said. I got off the bed so quickly I don't think I should've. I got dizzy. But it was worth it.
I embraced him in a hug. Shutting my eyes.
"I thought you left me here," I whispered sadly.
"I could never do that." He said back. I sighed in relief.
"The fuck are you guys pulling?" Zayn questioned.
"I'm glad your talking," Danny said. I laughed tears in my eyes. Amused gosh I haven't laughed since he's been here.
"Me too, D-danny," I said hiccuping.
Thomas was arguing with Zayn. I didn't care anymore. I just stayed hugging Danny. Shutting my eyes.
"I'm gonna get you out of here," Danny whispered. I nodded against his shoulder. I opened my eyes going to pull away.
My eyes ended up widening at an angry Blake.
I pushed Danny off me.
I looked at Zayn talking to Thomas.
I can't. I can't stay here.
"Get me a knife, Zayn," Blake commanded.
I looked at Blake's veins pulsing in his eyelids. His arms reaching for his hair. I widened my eyes.
"Why are you here, Danny? Thomas why the fuck are you here? We had an agreement." Blake questioned angrily. I turned my head to Thomas. He had a cold stare.
"I told you, Uncle," Thomas said. Zayn was staring at the two men. Not moving. I think he was as nervous as me.
Blake's eyes landed on Zayn. He tilted his head confused.
"Are you getting me my knife? Get Steven while you're at it. Unless you want to be involved in a bloody corpse." Zayn trudged out of the room. Bloody corpse? No.
"No Blake. Zayn don't do it." I said standing in front of Danny.
"Blake calm down," Thomas said slowly. I tried moving towards him. But he pushed me out of the way.
Making me fall down. I hit my head pretty hard. Fuck me, man, ouch.
I blinked my eyes a couple times seeing who I thought was Blake come to help me.
I opened my eyes seeing hazel eyes I used to love.
Thomas came to my aid as I saw destructive Blake coming for Danny.
Stop it. Blake stop it.
"Thomas. Keep her down. Or you're next." He held me down. Next to him.
"Get off of me, Thomas. Let me go." I begged.
"It's okay, it's okay." He hummed in my ear.
Danny looked frightened in the corner as Blake looked annoyed and frustrated. Danny had no option. He wasn't as strong as Blake or even Thomas. He reminded me of me.
"You know what I had to do, Blake, " Danny stated nervously. I winced as a loud slap came to Danny's face.
I thought Blake was gonna stop but he didn't. He kept punching Danny. I heard his whimpers.
"Stop it, Blake! Let him go!" I cried. Trying to remove Thomas grip off of me. I wiggled and struggled. Hearing the grunts of pain poor Danny was in.
"This is a lesson, Baby. I advise you to be quiet, Darling,"
Blake said punching him in the stomach. Danny was defenseless.
"You already hurt him, Blake let him go please!" I protested. Getting on my knees trying to get out of Thomas's grip.
"Shhh, Darling. Shhhh." Thomas whispered in my ear. That made me sick to my stomach. I nearly elbowed Thomas in the gut.
"Blake!" I screamed out.
Blake looked at me and stopped. I looked over at Danny. Fuck.
But Danny was hurt. Real bad.
"I'm sorry, Danny." I cried.
"Judy, be quiet," Thomas whispered in my ear rocking me back en forth.
"Stop c-calling me that, Thomas," I said. Trying to gain my breath through my tears.
Then a man came around a big buff man. He was dressed in all black.
Zayn had locked and closed the door behind him. They didn't dare look at me. They stared at Danny.
I looked at Danny in fear as he was being lifted by the two men.
"What are you doing?" I said to Blake. Then looked at Zayn.
"You would've n-never gotten away with this you fucking, c-coward!" Danny yelled.
Zayn having the knife in his hand. Blake was staring at Danny.
"What are you doing?" I screamed.
Thomas held me back. I struggled to confront Zayn.
"Get the fuck off of me. Stop this, Blake!" I wrestled out of Thomas hold. But he wasn't budging.
"Give me the knife."
"B-blake you know this is wrong. You don't wanna h-hurt me you know what I was doing was right," Danny choked and begged.
Zayn stopped grabbing him. Putting towels from the bathroom on the ground. Then he went back and gripped Danny.
Danny was heaving nearly on the ground.
"Don't do this in front of her." Thomas raged out.
"I will do whatever the fuck I want!" Blake yelled. Staring at Thomas.
"Blake stop!" I was crying shaking my head from the tears.
"Shut up!" I was coughing wheezing. As I saw Blake trail the knife along Danny's cheek.
Don't do it, Blake. Don't do it, Blake.
"The cops won't help you here," Blake stated. I wrestled out of Thomas' grip but it wasn't working as his hands just gripped tighter around my waist.
I was nearly clawing at Thomas' hands.
"You called them and now I had to fix your problems."
Danny was fighting for his life. While I was fighting to get out of Thomas' hold.
"Stop it, Judy." He uttered groaning.
"Get off of me, Thomas! Get off of me!"
"Don't do this, Blake," Danny said frightened. I saw tears in Danny's eyes. No. No no no. This can't happen.
"It's over."
My eyes widened.
"Let him go, Blake! You hurt him enough!" I cried out begging for Danny to be okay.
"Don't let her see this," Thomas said again. Don't let me see what. No stop.
"Cover her eyes then," Blake stated roughly.
Danny smiled at me and mouthed 'I'm sorry'
I looked at Blake few steps from him. The knife gripped in his hand. I shook my head trying to remove Thomas' arms.
"Thomas stop! Stop it, Blake!" I cried.
"It's okay," Thomas whispered.
"Blake! Blake no—" I screamed. Thomas' hand went over my eyes. It was ragged breaths to be heard. Then choking out I felt splattered warm droplets come onto my skin.
And then I saw Danny's eyes opened staring at me.
Blood pouring out of his slitted throat. It looked like a horror movie. As if I was the lucky person to be placed there.
They dropped him onto the towels.
My jaw was opened in shock. As Danny was really lifeless.
I was shaking.
"This is what you've done. You want to betray me this is what happens," Blake stated.
I was shaking so bad. I have never seen that much blood in my entire life.
Holy shit I'm so fucking scared.
I looked up into Blake's eyes.
He was staring at me.
"I am not a fearful man."
My eyes faltered to dead Danny.
My savior. Gone. In his own blood.
Tears were pouring down my cheeks my jaw was dropped I was shaking the blood was creeping towards me. Then I saw my hands. Splattered with his blood.
My eyes widened. I bit down on my cries. Biting my lip. Closing my mouth. Unlike Danny.
His mouth was open.
So were his eyes.
Haunting me. Taunting me.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Thomas was shaking me.
Back en forth. I think I'm gonna puke.
I cried a loud cry.
"W-why?" I cried. Staring at the dead man.
"Why!" I cried.
I couldn't say anything else. I couldn't look up. All I saw was the blood pouring under the chairs and the bed. The towel was soaked in dark red residue.
Danny's blood.
"Shut her up," Zayn said.
Thomas let go of me by this point.
I was on my knees.
"I'm sorry," I said. To the corpse. This was my fault.
This was my fault.
I killed him.
I was sobbing so hard. I kept biting my lip to stop the sounds as Zayn looked pissed. Animals there all animals. Thomas enveloped me in an embrace. Rocking me back en forth.
Whispering 'it's okay, it's okay'
It's not okay. It's not okay. Nothing's okay.
I shut my eyes.
Nuzzling my head in Thomas' neck. Hoping it wasn't Thomas. Hoping it was my pillow like when I was a little girl listening to my parents arguing crying in the pillow at nights hoping it'd go away.
"Please be a nightmare. Please be a nightmare."
I said on repeat. Hugging the pillow.
I opened my eyes crying even more as the two men tried getting rid of the body. Seeing the nonexistent pillow as Thomas body.
"I'm so sorry," Thomas whispered.
I wished it wasn't, Thomas the one who betrayed me I was left to mourn with.
But it was.
"Let go of her, Thomas," Blake said.
"She's in shock, Uncle. Let her be for a moment," Thomas said. I whimpered shaking.
"I just want my mom. I just want my mom." I whispered crying.
"I said let her go."
Blake demanded. I opened my eyes. Getting away from Thomas. Shaking grieving.
Looking at Blake.
Animal. He's an animal. Blake had blood on him.
I think everyone did. He bent down. Lifting my chin. Monster.
"I dare you to try and leave me. It won't be Danny's blood smeared on my face next time."
I choked on what I was hearing. Not knowing how to combat the pain and fear I was in. His face was bloodied hands were as well. Every part of me wanted to choke him to death.
"I h-hate you, you're an Animal!" I cried. Thomas yanked my arm back. As I went to slap him.
I looked at his hazel eyes. Scowling then through tears of hurt grief and disappointment. Seeing blood droplets on his arm.
How could I have loved a man like him?
"And you're a Monster." I sobbed.
Blake was laughing. Looking at what he did.
"You ruined my life!" I screamed. Blake stopped laughing staring at me.
I caught my breath as Blake full force grabbed my throat.
I was clutching at his hands to be moved away. Choking for him to stop.
"Do you like that?" He questioned. I was choking as he lifted me up.
Stop it, please.
'Or end it all'
"Be a good girl for me. You promised?"
Just end it. I'm done living.
He dropped me to the floor I was coughing like a maniac.
"Yes or no?"
I nodded my head.
Laying my head down on the ground feeling horrible.
I saw Thomas' eyes.
"I thought you were dead."
Rustling and movement came about.
"C-can't b-believe you did t-this to me." I tried mumbling. Thomas moved away. His hazel eyes saddened. I just want my mom.
Blake put a mask over my face.
And gas was blowing into it.
I had no energy to struggle.
"This should shut you up, Babygirl. Let's count down to ten."
"Ten."
Tears were in my eyes as he lifted me up from the ground to the bed. My body was in pain. But I can't imagine the pain Danny must've been in when—
"Nine."
I fell from his grasp mask slipping a bit but staying put. I choked on what I was thinking depressed. Until I saw Blake's eyes. I wanted to choke him.
"Eight."
He was touching my pants and my shirt smirking. His face had Danny's blood all over it. Fingers his blood. He was petting my hair barely.
"Seven."
I was getting drowsy. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted Blake to stop touching me. Asshole.
"Six."
Danny, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Danny.
"Five."
I hate you, Blake. I hate everything about you. Those blue eyes that watch me I hate them.
"Four."
Zayn, your an asshole too.
"Three."
Thomas, rot in hell.
Rot in h-hell.
"Two."
I shut my eyes not being able to keep them open anymore.
***
I barely opened my eyes. To see black everywhere.
But aggressive movement at the same time.
I lifted my hands to see what was going on.
They were tied together.
I moved over.
I was laying down. The movement stopped. And started again.
I lifted my bound hands feeling a ceiling. But how could that be so close?
It was pitch black fuck.
I felt all around. Then I was slammed into a wall. Then rolled back.
Holy shit I'm in a trunk.
I had a tape over my mouth. But I began screaming as much as I could. Using my bounded feet to try and kick the trunk open.
Please God, open the trunk open it let me be free.
I kicked with all my might. But nothing happened. I tried removing the restraining. Trying to feel anything to get it with but nothing.
Then a sharp turn and my body wham hit the other side of the trunk.
Ow fuck.
I rolled over trying to feel if there was anything I could do to open this trunk. All I felt was old screws. And nothing to be pulled to open or to push. I did keep screaming, however.
Pounding on the trunk with all the strength I had.
But nothing.
Fuck man. Fuck!
The car started slowing down.
Fuck. Fuck!
I want out now. I gave up as the last punch against the trunk didn't open I finally stopped.
Everything was sore.
I was groaning in the trunk thinking of any other fucking way to get out. Feeling everything nothing. How is that possible no light? No escape?
Why is this happening to me?
I've seen this in a movie, but this car was clearly different and didn't have that option to open it from the inside.
I'm stuck here.
Sigh, I could feel my eyes and how puffy they had to have been from all the crying. I was still fighting. I was screaming. Trying to rip the tape off.
Everything was so sore and I kept rolling back en forth with every rough turn he made. Then it all slowed down.
I kicked it one last time before I gave up.
I jolted when I saw the trunk open.
I shut my eyes pretending I was sleep. I felt hands grip my body picking me up.
There was only one person carrying me.
I think it was Blake.
I opened my eyes to bitter darkness and street lights.
Then my eyes faltered on James.
Fuck.
"She's awake."
He uttered.
Now was the time to scream for my life.
I was squirming and screaming under the tape. Waling my body around.
Someone help me.
But there was no one.
No one at all.
And then I saw it the abandoned house all over again.
The living room. The couch.
The television.
Blake dropped me on the couch. Giving me a death glare. Turning the lamp on.
I probably shouldn't have done that.
But he just walked away.
I guess he had other things to do.
My eyes stared off to James. He shut the door. Putting in a code to lock it. And chains and keys. I looked down.
So many locks.
He had something in his hand.
Chocolate ice cream.
That sent shivers down my spine.
"You want the ice cream, Sugar Cookie?"
I was laying on my side trying to sit up.
Straining due to my restraints.
I sat up and nodded.
James smiled. Ripping the tape off my mouth. Holy mother of nature.
"Ow." I agonized. Groaning and moaning for at least thirty seconds.
"Hurry up, Judy it's melting." I looked down at my enclosed hands.
He gave a sideways look.
"I'll feed you then."
He took the spoon and shoved it into my mouth.
I nearly choked at how far he put it.
But slowly enjoying the cold delight. Even though I was freezing myself.
James did that for a while feeding me is what I mean.
It was good too I couldn't deny it. My hungry stomach appreciates it.
But it was nerve-racking as Blake was nowhere to be found.
Something bad is gonna happen to me.
"Am I getting punished?" I blurted out staring at my hands.
"I wouldn't call it a punishment, Judy."
James said quite quickly.
I looked down at my palms enclosed tightly against each other. Trying to pull it apart but it wasn't gonna budge nothing was.
Not even my bounded feet.
"Don't be upset. Blake loves you, Judy."
"What an odd way of showing it," I mumbled sarcastically.
"He's easy on you." James winked. Throwing the ice cream cup into the bag they got it from.
Then giving me a bottle of water. Placing it on my lap.
A white pill was in his hand.
"Open wide." He smiled. I sighed. I didn't care what the pill was anymore.
Nope, not at all. I held my tongue out.
"Now drink the water." He opened it and poured some in my mouth.
I swallowed. Wiping the excess water from my face. To my pants.
I was staring at James. Wondering why I was still bounded.
Then I saw Blake in a whole new outfit from the hospital.
A red shirt and black shorts.
It's cold I don't know why he's wearing shorts.
He had a silver object in his hand.
Oh, goody a knife. I wonder what he's gonna do? Is he gonna kill me like, Danny? Blood oozing everywhere. What's he gonna do? Am I gonna die?
Dear Lord forgive me for I've sinned.
If so.
No no, I wasn't gonna die.
I felt him grip my hands and the thick plastic around them broke.
He did my legs as well.
"Come with me." He simply said. I got up. Following him.
'I wouldn't call it a punishment, Judy' echoed in my eardrums as he walked into the room I stayed in. Into the connected bathroom. That had a tub in it.
There was a black crate next to the tub.
A comb, some scissors, a razor and a brush. Was laying on the crate.
"Take your clothes off."
He said staring at me. I took the shirt off first. Then pulled the pants down.
He then handed me a razor.
"I want you to shave all the things you would usually shave. Hurry go in the tub. Take your shower. Then fill the tub up." I walked in the tub trying to twist the knob. But then thought.
"What about all the hair?"
"Let it go down the drain." He hummed staring at me. I turned the water on to hot.
Having the freezing cold water hit me first which shocked me. Then having it become a bit too hot. I turned it down.
"Blake the waters getting on the floor," I said.
He chuckled shaking his head.
"Let it."
I turned my head trying to find the soap they had out for me.
Rubbing it on my body. As Blake stared at me.
Then I did it.
I shaved everything that needed to be shaved.
I felt somewhat cleaner.
Then I applied more soap. Wetting my knotted hair and everything. I had cuts on my legs of course and arms.
"Give me the razor." He said. I did. Then turned the water off.
"I never told you to turn it off. Remember what I said. Turn it on and let it fill the tub."
His blue eyes were looking at the razor.
Too intently.
I gulped finding the tub stopper filling the tub with hot water.
"Turn it off and sit down back towards me."
I was hesitant but I did what he said.
I heard him move a few things. Then I felt his hands on my hair.
He did have a brush and a comb.
Then I felt it. All my tangles being pulled all at once. I bit my lip whimpering.
"I'm making you look pretty, Baby. Don't worry." I screeched as he yanked the comb through my hair.
Again and again.
The knots were too thick and he was getting more aggressive.
"Please stop. I can do it."I whimpered out shutting my eyes.
"Nope." He said then I screamed out. Fuck.
That hurt so bad.
"You've done enough." He stated. He did it numerous times till I think his hands got sore.
"How do you manage such long hair?"
"I used to comb it all the— ow! Time."
I screeched. God, he's tryna break my hair off.
"So difficult though?"
I didn't answer him. Whimpering. My hair wasn't that long anyway.
He was shuffling around I don't know why. I didn't feel the comb attacking my scalp. I was grateful for that. No pain no gain.
Actually... No pain yes gain.
'What are you going on about?'
I don't know I'm exhausted. Gosh, thank god he wasn't combing it.
Until I heard the sound a scissor makes when it has cut something.
His veiny hand was coming to view with my big wide eyes. A big chunk of my hair was in his hand. Separated from the rest of my hair.
"Blake!" I screamed. It was an awful loud scream. As if I got murdered. I should've.
He dropped it in the bathtub.
"No no, stop it, Blake." I got up turning I saw his eyes. Fearful.
"Sit back down or I shave it all off."
"But Blake—"
He picked up the razor I used to shave my body with.
I sat back down.
In the tub. Water cooling.
There were a thousand snippets to be heard.
Half of my hair was in the tub.
Half still on my head.
I heard the scissors drop and it was over.
I was scared to feel my hair. So I picked up the curls that were dismembered from my head. Nearly fainting at the realization. Half of my hairs gone.
I knew it was neck length or even further up. I just didn't know how far up.
I tried years to have it by my back.
Now it's to my neck. Involuntarily.
I'm here with this man involuntarily.
Who murdered a man.
Pieces of wet strays of hair flew down my face towards the now cold water. I bit my lip. Sad with all the circumstances I was facing.
Moving my hands through the water so I wouldn't have to see. I shook my head seeing more strays fall down.
I wet my face feeling all the tiny hairs. Wiping my tired eyes.
"You can get out of the tub. Release the water."
I unclogged the drain stepping out.
On cold tiles.
Blake handed me a towel.
I immediately dried my feet and legs. Then arms face etc. I finally felt my hair shutting my eyes drying it.
The room was steamy.
He looked at peace with his insane life.
"I want you to be comfortable with me." He said. I wrapped myself in the towel nodding. Eyes rolled.
"I love you. Forever and always." He said staring at my chest. He looked up blue eyes surprisingly lighter.
I hate him. He's a murderer.
"Sit on my lap." He demanded.
I felt like rolling my eyes again. I felt like clawing at my skin before I let him touch me ever again. But I stopped, the razor was right next to his lap. Let me just do what he says.
Before my hair is all gone.
I sat on his lap.
Staring at the wall.
"Baby, look up."
I did.
Seeing the wall.
"Now look to the right."
I did I saw the light switch. He tilted my head up more.
Then I saw the flashing red light.
"Smile for the camera, Sweetie." Blake was waving.
I got off of him.
Ashamed.
Exhausted. He was chuckling to himself.
I moved away from him going to the mirror.
I covered my mouth in shock.
My hair was lopsided. Some were as short as my ear some was to the back of my neck and some in between.
Blake crept behind me smirking.
"Don't you love it?" He said playing with the bigger side.
"No more long difficult hair."
Blake moved away.
Picking up the scissors and the razor.
"If you want to comb your hair you can. Or else I'll take it back."
I stared at him picking up the brush and comb.
"Yes or no?" He asked. I nodded taking the comb. He walked out with the razor and scissors.
I started combing through all the knots he had forgotten.
Roughly nearly yanking my hair off.
Big hairball was the result of it. My hair was beginning to get puffy. I open the medicine cabinet trying to see if there were any scissors. To cut it and make my hair even.
Or to stab Blake in his eyes.
Nothing. I closed the cabinet breathing out. Feeling my hair.
All tangled free. Skin hair free or at least some.
All that's left is the scars. Plus the place I am in. And the little droplets of water that keeps sliding down my back.
I can't say I felt like my old self. Since half of my hair is down the drain.
Literally.
I turned my head feeling his eyes on me.
He had a red robe in his hand. I hate robes.
"Put it on."
"Blake, I can't have any clothes?" I whined.
He just gave me a look. Saying, "You don't have to wear anything."
I gladly grabbed the robe.
Putting the robe on. I tried drying my hair to the fullest before I gave him the towel.
"Come with me." He said.
I did.
He sat on the edge of the bed. He patted a spot next to him.
I sat forcibly down.
Staring at the floor.
"What do you wanna do?" He asked.
I scoffed. Now I have a choice?
I want to see all my family. I want to see my friends. I want to live where I used to live. I wanna fucking go home.
He looked at me tilting his head.
"I want to sleep." I ended up choking out. I couldn't do any of the things I'd end up wanting to do anyway.
Blake stood up. I looked staring at him. He had the same features he had at the hospital.
I shut my eyes as I envisioned choking Danny on the ground.
Blake's face covered in his blood.
I can't do this.
I opened them again.
Seeing Blake. Ugh.
Waiting for Blake to tell me I can lay down.
He pulled the sheets.
And then I went down to lay down. I had my hair band around my wrist. Putting my now short hair in a bun.
Laying down.
Blake went into bed as well. Shutting the lamp off keeping the bathroom light on.
He got under the sheets. Wrapping his arm around my waist.
I didn't wanna look at him.
But I found myself doing just that.
Staring at his face as he tried adjusting himself to be comfortable on the bed.
He then looked at me. Showing a shadowy mysterious gaze.
I looked down at his red shirt. Then I saw something a tainted red as if been scratched. But also a black mark.
I pulled the top part of his shirt down.
Forever and always
I lifted his shirt back up. Not wanting to see those words on his chest. New tattoo.
He picked my hand up putting it around him.
It was a bit cold though so his body heat was warming me up.
I rather freeze to death though.
Sigh.
His lips touched my head. I closed my eyes.
Getting close to his chest just because of the body warmth.
Soon I'd fall asleep in the hands of a murderer.
***
"Danny, wake up. Danny, wake up."
"Let them go," I said. To the air.
"You killed him he's dead."
"You killed him." I closed my eyes crying all I could see was blood on the ground. I was laying in a bed and blood swarmed it. I was getting suffocated watching his open eyes.
"You killed me." He said. But he was dead lying down in a pit of his own blood. But the blood was creeping on the bed. Until I was standing in the middle ready to drown.
"Agh!"
I woke up shaking. Tears in my eyes. Laying up crying.
"Babe, what happened?" I was a mess. I wasn't comprehending anything. All I saw was blood everywhere.
I killed him.
"Babes?"
I covered my face. Danny is gone. I felt Blake move over. I was sobbing. I should've never told him to help me. I should've never told him anything now he's dead because he wanted to help me. It's my fault. I-it's my fault.
"Tell me."
"I-I had an n-nightmare." I stuttered out.
"Listen it's going to be fine."
"It's n-not f-fine." I stutter while staring at him. Damn it, Danny, I'm sorry.
Breathing in and out. I stopped crying on my own. I flinched as Blake touched me.
His blue eyes were worried.
"I know I've done this." He said. I looked down at his hand that was on my knee. Rubbing up and down.
"I want to heal your brokenness." His blue eyes stinging in mine. I looked down. Can't fix a broken person. If they don't wanna be fixed.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked curiously.
"I don't want you to," I answered weakly yet truthfully.
"I only want you." He said. I looked into his eyes.
"Only you."
He had cupped my cheek so I would only look at him.
The animal he was. The destruction he has created the—
Struggle.
I shut my eyes.
Tired.
But he took it as the opportunity to kiss me.
I hate him. I hate every inch of him.
'Vulnerability will kill you slowly'
Our tongues brushed along each other. Lips never stopping. Blake pulled me back to bed.
I was on top of him though.
It's over the niceness is gone. I'm going to kill him.
I opened my eyes. Letting go. I almost saw the hazel twinkle I thought I knew. But no it wasn't. It was blue sky shining back.
The night of the stars was gone. The shine of reality spoke through closed mouths.
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So if you read my authors note my book made 1k reads. I was on a cruise ship for a week with no internet and shit.
Sadly with that, I do the streaks on Snapchat.
And no one could log into my account making me lose all my streaks...
So fucking sad.
But I hit 1k reads so idgaf!!!!! Thank you!!!!! So much peeps. Have a wonderful day (: