Chapter Eighteen; {~Hands Of A Killer~}

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{~11/12/2021~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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WARNING: ⚠️
{~This chapter contains, Panic Attack, mentions of abuse, forms of self harm, abuse, torture if I missed any please tell me~}


{~Previously On~}


Third Person Pov~
  "Fuck, you fucking bastard! Know what, for that little stunt you just pulled, how about Ill give you a front row seat to what's about to happen, huh?" The man snarled, grabbing Bucky by the hair and dragging him back towards the cells. Before Bucky had the chance to realize what was happening, he was tied down in the far corner of a room. He could see two figures. One cowering while the other advanced. It was too dark for him to see, but he still knew too well who and what was going on.

  Bucky ran his hands through his long hair, his fingers entangling the rough knots. He remembered what it felt like being dragged, being forecefully pulled from one place to another by the hair. His face was now morphed into one that wielded nothing more then anger as he remembered being tossed around, being yanked upon. Without much thought he was already smashing the seemingly new razor's head beneath his metal arm. Trying to break the sharp blades out of their plastic cases. He found himself slowly sawing away at chunks of his hair with the small blade with little to no consideration on how terribly it might've looked.




{~Present Time~}





Third Petson Pov~
  Bucky stepped out of the washroom, gaze pointed towards the floor as he done so. He only now realized what he had done and was more then sure the others would get mad at him for doing so. Anxiety crept up on him as he slowly shuffled his way to the kitchen, his one hand running along the now short strands, combing through the soft, washed hair. After having long hair for so long, it was nice for it to be short.

  Bucky slowly slipped into a chair, allowing himself to sink into the one beside Sam and across from Steve. To the looks of it there was another two chairs though no one occupied them. For the first time in a long time Bucky was eating somewhere besides his floor, he was eating with others on top of that. Those people being Sam and Steve, if not more. There was a hint of fear coursing through his body, the idea of being around others after so long, had scared him. Especially if he wasn't familiar with them.

  "You cut your hair?" A voice beckoned from beside the brunette. Glancing over Bucky stared down Sam for a short moment before returning his gaze towards the wooden table laid out before him. Eyes scanning over the oak wood, soon shifting to his shaking hands, he nodded his head.

  A hand came down on him back resulting in him jumping, eyes promptly shooting wide as he tended up before returning to their former state. Sam and Steve both shared a worried glance though there wasn't much either of them could do about their friends current state.

  "It looks nic-"

  "I didn't want someone pulling it again." Was all Bucky said, his voice low and words grim. They weren't sure if they were glad he finally shared a detail of his confusing life or worried about what his words could've meant. Sam removed his hand from Bucky's shoulder for a split moment before returning. Almost like he was afraid to touch the man.

  Bucky's hands tightened into fists, the startled and scared expressions on those around him infuriated him. He didn't mean to trouble those around him, though here he was doing just that.

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