Serenity

Chapter 83: Blood with Blood

Jo's POV
A few days later...

It never ends.

  I don't know exactly what I expected but the constant torture sure wasn't it. I've been through a lot of shit, including torture, but this is different. It's more proactive.

  I've been sitting in this chair for what feels like years when it's only been hours at most. My concept of time is gone, and no one is coming for me. Well, that might not be completely true but since I technically gave myself up it's very likely.

The door opens and the devil walks in.

  My grandfather comes up to me, grabbing my cheeks. The cuts on my arms mean nothing to me, and I believe the only reason I haven't been drugged is because of Hero. Which is interesting; maybe the heartless son of a bitch does have a say.

  "You're loyal, but to the wrong people," he says to me and I just stare into his green eyes. Watching as they become darker from his pupils becoming larger.

  "I'm loyal to no one," I say, more forcefully then I expected it to come out. I'm only loyal to myself, that's the truth, but why would they believe me since I'm not giving up his location.

  I don't know why I don't want my father dead. All signs point to my hatred of him, which in turn should have me wanting him dead. But I don't. For some crazy, mixed up reason I want him alive. Maybe it's because he's my father, or maybe because it's some weird trauma bonding thing, but even after all the fucked up shit he's done to me I can't hand someone else the gun just so they could pull the trigger.

  "Really? Then why aren't you giving up his whereabouts? Why are you keeping this all to yourself?" He asks me as more people come in. I stare at him, not wanting to say another word. "You really should say something," is how he taunts me.

  "Un traditore non è mai perdonato," a traitor is never forgiven, is all I say to him before he starts shaking his head at me. It's funny, how much he hates his son especially since he's just like him. They have the same face shape, same nose, same bone structure. Their hair is similar, my grandfather just has less of it. They talk the same, act the same, have the same mannerisms. You would think they are the same person, they practically are. It's like my grandfather wants to kill himself, but is instead killing his lookalike.

  "You know, Hero is a good person, no matter what you now think. He's stood up for you, he never wanted it to get to this point. I know you'll never believe me, but you used to believe in him," he says to me, trying to pull on my heart strings. I'll never let it show that it's working. "Have you ever heard of Midazolam?" He says to be but I just continue to stare. "I'm gonna say that you haven't. Well it's a drug that used to be used as a truth serum in the hippy days. We're gonna see if that still works."

I guess I was wrong about the drugging, though I guess it can't be as bad as the regular shit that's put into my veins. My grandfather let's go of my face to go over to his minion. The guy comes over and I squeeze my eyes shut as he gives me an IV. I don't know why he's connecting it too, but I feel the cold saline go into the IV, and then I can taste salt.

My eyes are locked in on my grandfather as he watched the man. "Remember, not too much," is all he says before the man nods and pushes the medication in. I can feel it go into my veins and spreading through my bloodstream. It's slightly uncomfortable, but usual. "I'll give you a minute," he says and I take a deep breath, looking down at my lap. My clothes are covered in blood and I watch as the blood falls from my face to my lap. I hope my nose isn't broken from being hit too hard.

Suddenly it hits me.

I blink a few times, looking around with wide eyes as I feel like I'm fighting to stay awake. This shit used to be used as truth serum? I wonder who got that idea. "I think it's active sir," the minion says and I can't help but giggle a little bit.