Make me Better ~Eddie Munson x Reader~

54. Back to the beginning

{Y/N's POV}

God, my head is fucking hurting. What the shit? I'm trying to remember the last thing I did but that just made my head hurt even more. I felt something on my forehead. Something that was sticking to it. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the light in the room, slightly wincing from the burn and I took in the car before me. Fear set in as I realized where I was.

"Shit..." I mumbled out and I realized I had to leave as the memory flooded in. He had smashed my head against the car. The fucker actually dared to touch me. I moved but soon realized I couldn't get off from the chair, my hands tied up behind the back rest. I grew a cold sweat as I looked all over Jason's garage, as I brushed my wrists together, wincing from the burn of the rope. What the actual fuck?

"You're awake." I heard his voice call out and I snapped a glare towards the door of the garage that linked itself onto a hallway. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets, staring blankly at me. I soon realized that the stickiness on my forehead was because he had put gauze on it. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard. Kinda overdid it." He said as if he just hadn't committed a crime.

"What the fuck Jason?" It seems as if our roles had reversed from our last conversation. He walked towards me and glared down.

"Fix it." He repeated and I scoffed, growing tired of his repeated words. I wasn't going to fix the damn car. It hurt me to do what I did to it, because it was a very well kept convertible, but he wasn't gonna just roam around freely after he destroyed my life. I wasn't going to let him.

"Fuck you." I replied to him and he sat in front of me with his legs crossed as he kept his eyes on mine. I saw the anger, the emptiness.

"I can't believe you fucked him. I can't believe you had the stomach to fuck someone like Munson." He spat to me and I chuckled at that, shaking my head, making his brows twitch slightly.

"I can't believe I had the stomach to fuck YOU. Trust me when I say that nobody can fuck like Eddie Munson." It seems that complimenting Eddie is the worst I could do to him right now, because his eyes fired up at that but he kept his stance, sitting on the floor.

"I will give you one chance. Fix the car, we'll forget you did it, and you go home." He demanded and I raised an eyebrow up at him.

"Now, why would I do that? I don't see myself gaining anything from that deal." He then gave me a small smirk and that could have sent a shiver down my spine hours ago, but right now, all I see is Carver being plainly pathetic.

"You get to go home." He simply says and I roll my eyes at him.

"As if that's any better than being here Carver. This is kidnapping you know?" I reminded him and he nodded as he slowly got up.

"I gotta make a few calls. Tell me if you're hungry or thirsty." He says as he starts leaving the garage once again, and I felt the room rather warm for being a sort of deposit room.

"Wow, thought you were gonna kill me Carver, but it seems you are being quite... obliging." I say with a smirk and he turns around with a pained look in his face which made me frown.

"I am no murderer, but if you won't fix my car, then I will make you suffer for everything you once did. Scream, and I will tell them about what you did to my car and I simply caught you red handed. I found your fucking tools in your car." I gasped at that, and I realized that my plan had definitely backfired. He gave me one last look and just walked out of the room. I wiggled my hands together and groaned when nothing could be done as they were around the back rest of the chair and tied onto one of the wooden bars of it. I felt my eyes burning but I knew I had to stay strong at this very moment, because I know I wasn't just going to fix his car.