𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐧

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7:07am
N.Y.C
Trigger warning: abuse.
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Richard forced Rose along, he tugged on her in a rough yet delicate manner, his grip tight around her wrist. The girl simply followed along and averted her gaze toward the ground, focusing on the floor seemed like a better idea. If she did so, she wouldn't continue to trip over the roots peaking out of the terrain. As they approached the house from a back trail, Richard forced her down into a bush and walked ahead to peak into a window. "Fuck." She heard him mutter underneath his breath, he walked back to her, toward the tree line with an upset scowl sitting on his face and pulled her up. "It's empty."
Just as he was about to tell her to move into a different direction— deeper into the trail, he unexpectedly shoved her down.
Already knowing what was going on, Richard approached an elderly male, who appeared to be coming back from a walk, a pair of bright mustard yellow binoculars hung from his neck and rested on his chest. "Hello, I was having some car trouble, you don't happen to know if anyone was home to use their land line?" Richard paused, pointing with his thumb to the house with a simple gesture, "I tried from my phone but I can't seem to get a hold of any reception." The older male offered a smile, "oh of course, I live here alone..my wife and I lived here together for many years but she passed away last month.. the grandkids hate coming out here because of the bad reception and I'm an old fart, hate the internet." He laughed under his breath, shaking his head, he stared making his way toward the sliding glass door in the back porch.

Rose felt her stomach turn upside down, she wanted to hop out of the bush and make up a fake story about flagging a car down, she wanted to prevent any harm coming from someone who was just being a Good Samaritan. Her heart was splitting in her chest. Her knees felt weak as she crawled down and made a good amount of distance, once she was far enough. She stood up and began to shake as she made her way forward. Coming into sight, she forced a big smile and forced a heavy breath. "Hey! I found a nice driver along the side of the road who offered to drive us into the town to make the call." Richard clenched his jaw visibly and glared daggers in her direction. But he quickly composed himself as the older male smiled and stared at him, "oh! That's such good news— I myself could have offered a ride if you had mentioned so young man." Rose smiled big, digging her nails into her clammy palms. "We should get going then my love, we don't want to miss my appointment." She rubbed her stomach, making a seemingly and obviously fake gesture to a "pregnancy".

"You guys are expecting? That's so wonderful." He leaned against the wall. "Haha yes we are, first check up and many more to come." Richard stifled a laugh and directed his gaze to Rose, eyeing her vigorously. There was a scary smile plastered on his lips before
speaking up. "Well then, let's not keep your mystery driver waiting, thank you so much for your help sir, we'll get out of your hair now." Richard could be so charming and cunning when he wanted to be. Rose didn't realize she was being dragged along once again, his grip against the back of her arm was strong- painful even, his nails dug into her flesh.
Trembling, she could feel the floor crumbling beneath her feet. Once they were nearing the car, she was pushed harshly onto the floor. Tripping over a root, she lost her balance and landed face first into the ground, nearly hitting her head on the metal bumper.

Richard knelt down and pulled his knife out, nearing close to her. "Maybe I should just kill you instead? You've been nothing but an obstacle.. a waste of time." Backing up against the car, her breathing became uneven. Her grip on the earth was tight. The knife was pointed toward her, "then why'd you follow me up here? I didn't ask you to come for me." She replied. The curved silver end of the blade, dug into her thigh. In a swift flick, there was a gash at her flesh. It started bleeding in a manner of seconds. "If you cry, or make any noise bitch— I will go back there and decapitate that sweet old man." The girls lips began to quiver, blinking her tears away fast, and biting on her bottom lip, she stared up at Richard with big eyes. Lowering her gaze, she sniffled, staring at the blade before it was dipped into the open wound. Clenching her teeth, Rose shut her eyes hard. Everything went black.
"Open your fucking eyes and look at me." He seethed, his words were dipped in venom.
Slowly fluttering her eyes open, Rose stared back at him before throwing a handful of dirt in his eyes and kicking him directly in the face. The impact sent him back instantly. He cussed out loudly and dropped the car keys out of his pocket in the commotion of rubbing his eyes clear of the dirt and clutter. Just as Rose was about to start running, she was tripped. Followed by the weight of Richards body on top of hers.

Breathing in her ear, he clicked his tongue and shook his head. Blood dripped from his nose and trailed down her cheek, it was cold and eventually went sticky as it dried on her flesh. "You never listen do you?" He flipped her over and chuckled, pointing the knife directly toward her face. Richard moved back and stared at her. "You don't listen, you waste my time and yet here I am." He paused, closing the knife and shoving it in his pocket. "Here I am, asking myself— why do I feel this way?"
Rose staggered a breath out of anxiety and coughed, the stinging in her thigh wasn't going away, she could practically still feel the wound bleeding. She was about to open her mouth to answer, but Richard shook his head, pressing his index finger against her lips. Gesturing for her to shut her mouth. At this rate, she wasn't even going to breathe if he asked her to. "All this would be easier if you were dead. You hold Michael and I back completely." She didn't want to listen to this. Rose wanted to zone out or turn away. If this was such an issue, why did they continue to search for her.

"I don't want to listen to this Richard." Tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes and trailed into her hair. "I don't want to listen to you tell me how much I hold you both back, you might as well just leave me and go rot somewhere else." A sob escaped her lips, but it was quickly muffled by his palm. "You never let me get to the point, silly little girl." He smiled, "I'm held back by you all the time, because I'm completely and utterly obsessed with you." The tears stopped falling from her eyes. "I'm so obsessed, beyond the point— where I want to hurt you." He wiped away a tear with his thumb and licked it. "It's hard to control myself, especially when you're always so irresistible and always available to me..only me," Richard paused. "Mine."

He leaned down, and licked her lips before kissing her. They were blood stained from the fall and the anxious biting. Softly, she kissed back. But all Richard could do was man handle and roughen up. If she thought she would get bruised, it was an understatement. "Pull another act like this and I'll hurt you worse than this princess." Richard pulled back and held her face by her chin, tilting her face up toward him. "Nod if you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth sweetness."
With flushed cheeks, Rose nodded. Her cheeks were pinched and her lips puckered up as he squeezed. Gently, he planted a kiss. "Let's go then, let this be your final warning little baby." Nothing else was done or said, she was shoved into the car and he drove away. Black Sabbath blasted from the Radio, a cigarette plastered between his fingers and his hand rested on her thigh. The bleeding had finally stopped.

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