The Darkness Within

"Forever"

Chelsea's POV

Watching the scene in front of me unfold was insane. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Vincent was the person who ran Bradley's company into the ground. In a roundabout way, he was the reason Bradley began to abuse me, but can you really blame Vincent for Bradley's actions.

The conflicting thoughts confusing me more than I already was. My hands and feet were bound tightly to the chair, causing bright red rope burns. I could feel the searing pain as I tried to get out of the restraints. My eyes were stained red as I came back into the reality of the situation. A gun to my head, Vincent saying some sarcastic remark. I gave Vincent the 'what the hell are you doing' eyes but he didn't stop. He continued to pick at the insecurities of the kidnapper. If we make it out of this, I'm going to kill him myself. Finally, he charged at the kidnapper, wrestling for the gun they fell to the ground. During the scuffle, they knocked a mirror off of the wall. The shards of the glass on the floor scattered along the warped wood flooring.

I flip my chair down hitting the ground hard. I grab a piece of the glass and start sawing at the rope. The edges of the mirror digging into my skin, burning my hand, but I continue to saw away. I manage to get my hands free when I hear a gunshot. I look down and see Vincent bleeding from his chest, the kidnapper huddled on the ground in a fetal position. When I look down at Vincent, dying on the floor, all I could think about was the life we haven't had the chance to live. The one with no drama or possible imprisonment, the life where we could just be happy. I manage to untie the rope around my ankle and get to Vincent.

"Hey baby, look at me, look at me." I began to cry; teardrops falling onto him. He starts to close his eyes and I lightly hit his face making him look at me.

"You can't die on me; I can't be without you. Come on, hey, hey focus please, I need you to hang in there" I say rather quickly.

"Kill him" Vincent whispers to me. I quickly turn around and grab the gun from the ground. I look to Vincent and he gives me a nod telling me to do it. I turn to the man who is now looking up to me, begging for his life. Déjà vu is a bitch sometimes. I pull the trigger, blood squirting onto my face. His lifeless body becomes still and my heart races even faster. I immediately grab Vincent's phone out of his pocket and dial the only person I think could get us out of this without drawing too much attention.

"Silas, hey, I need you to track Vincent's phone now, we are in what looks like an abandoned house. Vincent's been shot, please hurry." I hang up the phone and begin unbuttoning Vincent's shirt. I see the blood pouring from his chest and I gag. Looking away I put my hand on his chest applying pressure on the wound. In what felt like hours Silas finally came and began to help Vincent.

"Give him your belt to bite down on" Silas signaled to me. Taking off my belt, I put it in his mouth and he bites down. Silas pours vodka all over his chest. Vincent crying out in pain, I couldn't help but cry when I hear him screaming in agony. Silas moves swiftly, taking out the bullet and sewing up the wound best as possible. With that, we slowly get him into Silas's truck and drive to our house.

"What do we do now?" I asked Silas. Vincent was now sleeping in our bed.

"Well, I am going to call a doctor friend I know and make sure Vincent is doing okay. I mean the stitches I did were okay but I didn't exactly use the best disinfectant for the wound."

I walked to the bar in our kitchen and began to pour two glasses of whatever bourbon I grabbed first. I handed him the glass and we clinked them together. After taking a refreshing sip I continued the conversation.

"Yeah, about that, how did you know how to do that... you know, with the alcohol and stitches and the belt thing?"

"I served in the military, when I turned 18, I wanted to rebel against my parents, and like some idiot, I thought the military was the best decision. Don't get me wrong I respect my country and everything but the military was not for me. All of those rules and standards, just not in my DNA." he chuckled thinking about his past as a soldier. His face told a different story, one of pity and sadness.