Sanity

Chapter Eleven

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I hated the look he was throwing me. I would prefer him to replace it with a glare. Pity.He pitied me like everyone else yet, I can't even pity myself, people are fighting for their lives yet I wanted out of mine for my angels danced with the devil. The blood was seeping through the tissue once again and eventually it just stopped. All was quiet. I was no longer satisfied, for I couldn't see my soul trying to escape from my body. It was trapped. No opening for it to concave through. My heart rate began to pick up. I needed to breathe. He was looking through the cabinets, throwing things out. He looked tired. His side profile showed the prominent black bags under his eyes. Well those aren't Gucci. I wanted to laugh, smile even at my attempt of a joke, but I couldn't, I simply couldn't. My energy was wearing thin. The ache in my chest was growing stronger, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I slowly crept towards the bath and slid my body between the gap between the shower curtain and the wall. I sat down, not caring if I would get wet. I brought my knees to my chest as I faced the wall. Breathing in and out, letting all my doubts go. I finally reconnected wth my body and relaxed. I turned my body so I could lean my head up against the wall. My eyes were growing heavy.

"Where the fuck is she?"

I jumped quickly grabbing the shower hose as a weapon. I didn't want to leave. Only a few hours ago I couldn't wait to go, oh how the tables have turned. I didn't want to go anywhere with him. He wasn't allowed borrow me. I won't allow it. I heard rustling and then things smashing. My heart began to beat frantically, I was almost hoping it would combust out of my body. I hated violence, I was never brought up around it. It was foreign to me. I heard rustling and slowly the curtain began to slowly peal back. His face appeared. He looked furious. He reached out to grab me but I slid towards the faucet. I quickly latched onto it, the plan wasn't to hide from him, it was just to calm down. 

"Get the fuck out."

I simply looked down at my feet. My stockings becoming moist due to the access water remaining on the floor of the bath. I watched the drips dripping from the shower head onto the bath floor. Suddenly it became the most interesting thing ever, watching how drip lead into drip, it was a never ending cycle.

"Now."

His voice dropped an octave lower if that was possible. His anger present in his tone. An idea sprung to mind. He was glaring at me. I quickly switched the dial to make the water come from the shower head instead of the faucet. I done this so quickly he hadn't much time to react. I quickly aimed the shower head at him and turned the cold water on full blast. The cold water hit him quickly. I aimed for the top of him but the water gradually began to drench him all. His long hair was flat and sticking to his face. His expression was angry, as always. I was nervous but in ways he deserved it. I didn't understand and he wouldn't bother explaining what he wanted with me. He looked almost calm. The water was still rushing out of the shower head hurting off his tan skin. I was stood in the far corner of the shower, too afraid to move. What the hell have I done. The water was still cascading down his shoulders. He reached out for my arm but I positioned the shower head towards his face. He couldn't see clearly so I kept it there for awhile. I then dropped it and ran. Well I tried to at least and I wasn't going to stop trying. He latched onto my arm and flung me up against the tile wall. It was almost like a repeat of the numerous things that happened before. He was drenched in water. His hair dripping and his top sticking to him. The water absorbed so much of him, yet his anger was still present, it failed to wash away. His eyes were burning holes in the top of my head because that's all I allowed him access to. My head remained looking down at his suede boots, that had small little wet droplets on them, tiny little imperfections that nobody else would notice. But I did I noticed the small black mark on the far corner of the right bout and I also noticed the small darkesh brown mark on the front toe area of the left one, among those were the water droplets. His shoes truly were a sight, as was he. I refused to look at him, even when I could feel his gaze growing more intense. I felt his fingers come in contact with my chin and my heart started beating rapidly due to fear and anxiousness. He yanked my head up to meet his gaze. For a brief moment I caught sight of his eyes. His eyes were truly spectacular but I quickly adverted my gaze downwards. He let out a huff, I expected more but I didn't get a brawl. He simply grabbed the top of my arm and dragged me down the exact same route I had been on with him on numerous occasions now.

"I'm taking her."

He simply uttered to the girl at the desk she merely spoke a "yes sir" and nobody even alone ledge his wet attire. I was being led towards the exit door. The outside world. A place I hadn't been in weeks. Shivers coursed through my body as I thought of everything that could happen. I wasn't me at for this world. I was not built to fulfil a purpose, I was just a tester, there is a better version of me out there somewhere. I was tired of fighting. Tired of trying to escape. I had barely muttered two words to this man and yet here he was, taking me to a destination I didn't want to reach. He loosened his grip on my arm, but tightened it as I began to struggle.

"Don't start."

I muttered a small "never" under my breath and I was almost certain he heard it but refused to comment. I pulled harder against his grip but it only tightened. He shoved me up against a large jeep sort of car, and smashed his body up against mine. He pressed a button on keys which he a merged from his pocket. The car lights lit up signalling it was open. His body was overpowering against mine. He was powerful and I was powerless. Superior. Inferior. He pushed me into the car ad buckled my seat belt. I rolled my eyes. He was treating me like a child I tried the door buy it simply wouldn't open. I grew frustrated.

Once seated in the car he began to reverse and he pulled out of the parking lot with ease. The windows were tinted in his big Range Rover so nobody could see in. When I glanced over at him I started to panic. I felt the uneasiness rising up through my body. My limbs began to shake. I started to hear ringing again and felt moisture on my cheeks. It was happening again. It always happened.He quickly slammed on the breaks and glanced over at me.

He carefully dug something out of the compartment on the drivers sides door. He looked different now, more sinister  if possible. He glanced at me before pulling something out of the glove compartment.

"You silly, naive little girl" was all I heard before a cloth was put over my mouth and I blacked out.

Latch by Disclosure ft. Sam Smith (acoustic by just Sam Smith) is Perf for this chapter. Don't hate me cause it's not that great🌸