Runaway (little club)

Chapter 37

Raven pov
As much as I hated him in this moment I couldn't watch the torture. I couldn't hear him scream so I walked out of the room hoping that something would shut him up.

Nothing.
Not a single thing I did worked. I was left standing there hearing his sobs and cries for something, anything to hold onto. I won't lie and say that I didn't enjoy it at first. I was so pissed off. I hated him when we first got here because of everything that he tried to do. Even after I figured out that it might just be Arthur and Ramona plotting against us. I couldn't stand him. How quickly he believed his brother over us. Over me. I couldn't take it.

My heart was breaking. I can't imagine how Leo feels about all of this. He's the one in pain. But so am I. So is little Kelly. She deserves the world more than anyone here. She deserves the best. If I could go in there I would take over for her. Give her a break. But she's the witch. She knows the magic, I don't. I would mess it up. It's better that I stay out here.

It feels like hours have gone by. His screams have yet to stop and I find myself becoming annoyed at it. Annoyed at how my heart aches to soothe him. I held myself back quickly before I walked into the room. There was so many times that I got up and turned the knob but I didn't go in. His cries increased as the door opened slowly. My subconscious was reminding me of everything he did up until now. Everything, how did me and him running away turn into this. Turn into little Carly dying. Turn into Arthur and Ramona being out lead suspects. Turn to Leo hating me and almost sending me to jail.

Turn to me wanting to kiss away his pain.

Turn to me begging my legs to move and go in there just to touch him. Whisper to him that everything is going to be okay. I fought it every time.

I couldn't.

He messed up. He betrayed me and I don't know how I'm supposed to forgive that. We don't even know if Arthur and Ramona actually did that. This could all be another trick. This could be a joke to him. He could be taking his screams-

No.

Nobody can fake those. Nobody. It's obvious the pain he is in. But as much as I want to believe he had nothing to do with it. I can't stop the thoughts.

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Kelly pov
I wanted to stop. Im not the person to torture someone. I would never do that. This is too much for me. I can feel the guilt creeping up but I pushed it away.

I need to do this. Leo willingly allowed this and he knew how bad it would hurt before we started.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I whispered, one hand of mine came up to cover my mouth as tears slowly slid down my cheeks. He didn't respond. Not that he could've if he wanted to. He didn't even hear me.

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Leo pov
It was over.

Cold sweat was dripping down my forehead and my entire body ached. My head was pounding. My heart was straining from crying moments before this. I felt like dying.

I felt like I was dying. Everything stopped in the time that this had gone on for. Raven wasn't in the room anymore and little Kelly was standing silently off to the side. Monitoring me. I forced my head to lift off the cold floor. I have her a small nod before my head couldn't stay up any longer. It fell back onto the ground, slightly pounding into the ground.

A small sigh left my lips as I closed my eyes slowly. I could hear the slight creaking of the door but my eyes refused to open. My body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't even move my hand. I could hardly feel the floor underneath me. Everything was a blur now.

I recognized one voice though.

"How is he?"

Raven.

Raven
I needed to touch him. I needed him to tell me that all of this pain would be gone. But I couldn't cry out to him. I couldn't speak to him.

He would never listen to me. Rightfully so but it hurts to think that I ruined it. I ruined us. I could feel his eyes burning into my back. The floor creaked against my head but I refused to lift it. The footsteps were so loud but everything was drowned out by the loud ringing.

It was so loud.

Gently a hand touched the middle of my back. With the smallest strength I had, my eyes opened. His piercing blue eyes stared right into mine. He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it, turning his head to the side. He avoided eye contact with me. But his hand still stayed firmly put on my back.

"We should let him rest." Little Kelly whispered. Her voice was soft.

"On the floor?" Raven questioned, his eyes glancing back to me.

Please look at me. Please talk to me.

"Do you think you should pick him up and put him on the bed?" The worry was evident in her voice. Why? What's wrong with picking me up? I tried to open my mouth but I failed. Raven looked over at my back. His hand brushed against my back. That's when I felt it.

Pain.

Excruciating pain. I let out a cry as his hand brushed over it. Whatever it was. I didn't think I had it in me to cry anymore. But whatever that was it pushed me.

"His back." Raven whispered. His eyes were soft and filled with immense guilt that I wanted to tell him that I was okay.

But I didn't.

"He can't stay on the floor." Raven finally said, his eyes still wide.

"Put him on the bed, but be careful. Those scars are extremely fresh from the spell. There going to hurt and they are going to be all over his body. Be careful." Little Kelly stayed before getting up and opening my bedroom door.

I wanted to ask about the scars but I didn't get a chance. Raven had gently picked me up. I let out a small cry as his hand was directly on the scar. He winced when I cried.

"Sorry." He muttered before gently placing me back ok my stomach. In my bed. The second my head hit the pillow I closed my eyes.

But sleep didn't come. Instead I found myself reach out despite the pain and grab ravens hand.

He tensed up. Immediately.

"Please." I whispered, my voice strained and hoarse from all the yelling. He hesitated.

"This isn't a good idea." He finally said, but the way he held my hand back proved he wasn't going anywhere.

"I know." I finally muttered before drifting off to sleep with my hand ontop of his.

I felt his thumb gently rub my hand and I fell asleep holding his hand.