ᴇᴍʙᴇᴅᴅᴇᴅ // ᴀ.s

Safe and sound

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"I don't."

"You will."

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He turned to me, his clothes red.

His hands steady, held up to me, he came closer.

"Come here, bun." He spoke, quietly.

My eyes stayed fixated on the limp body behind him, my lip quivered in disgust and fear.

He stepped closer resulting in a step back from me. "Why..when will You Stop.."

"Please bun, we have this talk every time." He Took another step.

"Stop fucking walking." I spit.

Tears built in my eyes. "This is sick Al." I choke on my words.

"Yet You stay?" He smirks.

"Like you would let me leave." I bite back.

He lunged forward gripping my wrists. "So you wanna leave? Is that it?"

"Let Go of me!" I pull But He doesn't budge, his smirk Fades.

"You're never leaving me." He leaned in close.

He grabs my face squishing it in his hand, the cold blood soaking my cheek.

"I love you, bun." He kisses me, pulling me against his chest.

I just Stare at his chest as hugs me, my hands shaking, tears flowing.

"You're a Monster.." I whisper, He Strokes my hair in Return.

"I know." He kisses my forehead.

"Now go upstairs, let me clean this up." He says turning around.

I quickly stomp up the steps, closing the basement door behind me, walking into the living room I sit on the couch placing my elbows onto my knees, Setting my face into my hands.

"What did i do to be in this situation." I speak to myself quietly, rubbing my face repeatedly.

I Lift my Head up when I hear steps stop in front of me, I look up at Al looking fresh and brand new.

My eyes travel down to the wrap around his arm, I reach up and touch it. "Fought back?"

He leans his head back and lets out a laugh. "They all do bun."

He bends down cupping my face into his hands, kissing me. "I'll do it away from you, but I'm not done."

"When will you be done Al? It's been 2 years!" I grab his wrists.

"Please just Stop now, what will I do if you get caught?" Tears started building again.

"What will I do when You're gone?"

"That will not happen." He Rubs my cheek with his thumb.

"What if it does?!" I choke out.

"What if someone gets away from you, turns on you and actually wins, turns you into the police?"

"Remember what happened when you tried to go to the police?" He raises his eyebrows.

My face goes blank as those memories flooded back in, threw me in a ditch and broke my nose.

"I still fucking hate you for that." I spit.

"I helped and took care of you after it happened, didn't i?" He Pecks my lips again.

"You also threw me in another basement, and it turned out in me killing a man that was only trying to help me." I say quietly.

"Now We're Here."

"Still Safe and Sound."