Oblivion

Chapter 28

I woke up to sounds of painful groans and what sounded like chains moving around. I slowly open my eyes but close them again when the bright light from the light bulbs hits my face.

I try to move my body but fail when I feel pain throughout my arms and legs.

I groan as I finally manage to open my eyes.

"Well, would you look at that, sleeping beauty has finally awoken." I hear a familiar voice say.

I look around me and see that I was laying on the ground, my hands were in front of me wrapped in metal chains. My eyes moved up to see a bunch of tall figures surrounding me.

Where was I?

I suddenly get pulled up aggressively until I'm sitting on my knees.

I looked down at my dress that was covered in dirt and my hands and tons of bruises and cuts.

I looked up to see a very familiar face.

"Harry?" I say, my voice was shaky and confused.

"It's Tristen." He corrects

Tristen? As in Tristen who wanted me dead?

"W-what?" I ask.

Tristen rolls his eyes and walks over to the side of the room where Paxton was sitting on the floor in chains. On the side of him were my dad and William.

Paxton's blazer wasn't on him anymore and he was just wearing his white dress shirt that was ripped and dirty and it also had a few blood stains on it. My dad looked weak; he had cuts all over his face. I wanted to go to both of them and help them but I couldn't. William was bleeding from his arm and head, he looked just as weak as Paxton and my dad.

I watched Tristen go up to Paxton and kick him in the ribs. Paxton let out a weak scream.

I looked away afraid to see Paxton in pain.

I heard his screams again, making me turn back to see him leaning forward, clutching his stomach with his chained-up hands.

"Stop! You're hurting him!" I yell out.

Tristen turns to me and walks to the chair that was placed across from me. He sits down and smiles at me.

I stare at him while he looks down at the gun in his hand.

"Why are you doing this?" I question.

He lets out a small laugh.

"You really don't remember me, do you?" He says, with an amused look on his face.

"From the hotel, back in New York. You helped us with our bags." I tell him.

"Oh Ivy, I helped you way before the hotel. I helped you deal with your loneliness, your pain, but you were always so selfish and stubborn." He says.

"What are you talking about?" I growl.

"I was your best friend. I was always there for you, but you betrayed me." He says.

Best friend? Wait. Tristen?

I stare at him as I remember everything. He was my best friend, he was one of the reasons I loved art so much. The memories from the garage came flooding back to me.

What happened to him?

"I didn't betray you Tristen." I explain.

"Don't you dare lie to me, Ivy." He demands.

"I'm not. I didn't do anything to you. You left, I waited for you to come back or at least give me a call but you didn't. You just left." I explain.