You're my Kryptonite | H.S

♪ 36 - Torture ♪

Mackenzie's POV

Tears.

More tears.

Sobs.

Loud sobs.

Head throbbing.

Excruciating pain.

Blood. It's always blood.

It all comes back in one flash, but it's never a beautiful memory, it's always an atrocious nightmare.

*Earlier today*

Walking the halls of school, I recalled my memories of yesterday's conversation with Harry. Gosh, sometimes he's such a pain!

But ... I guess it's just because he cares about me. He's wants to know what's wedging itself between us.

And right now, a certain douche bag was wedging himself between myself and my dear locker.

"Get out of my way." I growl, gazing down at the ground.

"No can do, sweetheart!" Will chimes, making me want to slap him so hard.

"Just shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" I yell so loud that the scream echoes throughout the hallway, attracting everyone's attention.

Will glares at me and suddenly, he grabs my arm and covers my mouth with his hand.

"Shut up or I'll start hurting you," he mutters. "Right here, right now. In front of everyone!"

I whimper and he quickly picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, breaking into a sprint.

Soon enough, he dumps me in the back of his car and locks both doors to my left and right as he gets in the driver's seat.

"Wh-where are y-you taking me?" I falter.

I see him smirk in the rear-view mirror and I gulp, being intimidated.
He abruptly starts the car, making me jolt forward and hit my head, making me lose conscience.

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When I wake up, I realize I'm tied to a chair, the ropes around my body are so tight that I feel the blood from my previous wounds oozing out.

I look around me to see I'm in some type of abandoned factory, as I think I saw some machinery on my left side.

Whimpering, I let out a blood curling scream, trying to get someone to help me.

"No one is going to help you, sweetcheeks." a voice chuckles.

I turn my head left to see Will standing there, grinning. Most probably because of my pathetic state.

"Let me go," I whimper. "Please, please! Just let me go!"

His laugh makes my veins pop and I feel like strangling him. Too bad I can't as I'm tied to a chair and my previous wounds feel like they're opening up again.

Damn it! What did I ever do that I had to be tortured like this? Is it just because my boyfriend is Harry? Is this jealousy? Or is this being done for someone's entertainment?

But then ... who the hell wants me to be tortured? Who the heck despises me enough to injure me physically? Besides Will, who is it?

"I'd like you to meet my partner." Will says, making me feel like I'm about to throw up. I feel so sick!

A blonde bimbo comes from behind the shadows, just to gawk at me.Worse part is, I know who this bitch is.

It's ... it's Nadine Leopold. Harry's previous fling.

I thought she never even liked him, they were just each other's one night stands.

Guess I was wrong. One of them actually liked the other.

So much, that she's jealous of a random loser like me!

"Hello, Mackenzie!" she screeches.

Her voice sounds like a cat going through a shredder. No wonder Harry says he hates her and thinks she's crazy.

But what he doesn't know is that she isn't just crazy! She needs to go to a mental asylum. And she seriously needs to take Will with her.

Suddenly, she claps her hands together and whispers something in Will's ear, making him smile like the maniac he is.

I gulp, my throat completely dry. I see Will walking towards a glass, with transparent liquid. He picks it up and brings it towards me, sitting down on one knee.

"Want some water?" he asks, jutting the glass towards me.

I nod.

"Then just apologize." he growls.

I hear Nadine chuckle as Will smirks, pushing the water towards me. As much as I need a drink, there is no way I'm apologizing when I don't know what to apologize about.

"About?" I croak.

"This morning." Will snarls. "Just one little apology and we'll let you go!"

I reluctantly say my answer. I don't want to apologize, because I was right about telling him to get lost. He is a douche, of course.

But, do I really want to go through the pain they're going to inflict on me? Should I give up my dignity and just say it? Or should I stay true to myself and have them torture me?

I ... I really don't want to do either options. This is wrong! What did I do to deserve this!? All I did was tell one loser to get the hell away from my sight.

"I ..." I stutter.

"Hmm?" he smiles.

"I'm ..." I keep trailing off, being unable to utter my words. "I'm ... I'm really so-"

Then I stop myself. There is absolutely no way that I'm apologizing to someone like him! I would rather take on pain then give up my dignity.

I kick him in the gut, making him drop the water all over my face. I gasp, seeing his furious look.

"Oh, you didn't just do that, bitch!" Nadine shouts.

"You are in some deep shit now, Mack." Will mutters.

*Present time*

I just can't stop crying. I just ... I just can't! It hurts so much! I ...

I have whip marks running from my shoulder to my left thigh, I have cuts on my arms, and I even have a red bruise on my cheek, from Nadine and Will both slapping me.

I try to put my shirt back on, but it hurts so much that I can't move my arms.

Suddenly, someone starts to knock. I get startled and try to put my shirt back on. The doorknob jingles and I suck in a deep breath, trying to conceal my scars by my shirt.

But the door bursts open, leaving the shirt still in my hands.

"M-Mack?" Harry questions. "Why aren't you we-"

Then his eyes widen as his eyes go up and down as he looks at my red face towards my bare and scarred back.

"Wh-what happened to y-you?" he mutters.

I feel tears streaming down my cheeks and my knees give way underneath me and I almost fall.

Thankfully, Harry catches me in time and presses my cold body against his warm one.

Full on loud sobs escape my mouth. I weep and bawl into his chest as he strokes my hair, whispering reassuring words in my ear.

"What happened, babe?" he asks, pulling away from me as he stares into my eyes.

"Please." is all I say. "Please, don't ever leave me!"

After those words leave my mouth, I feel my world spinning as I collapse in Harry's arms, losing conscience.