Ghost x Reader: Looking Out For Me

15. You're Fucked

I opened my eyes to a shadow.

Huh?

I looked around and saw the sun was up.

Then why am I in the shade?

I leaned my head back and gulped.

That's why.

"You're so fucked."

"I didn't run away!"

"I don't care. Are those my Girl Scout cookies?!"

"They're yours?"

"Get up!"

"Ow!" I was pulled to my legs and dragged down the stairs.

"Calm down! I just wanted to see the stars!"

Ghost ignored me.

"Why are you so pissed off?! You're hurting me!"

Ghost pushed the door open and Gaz stuck his head out from a room.

"Oh! Ghost found her!"

"Were you all looking for me!? OW!"

I was bent over on a table, my feet still plated to the ground as I felt handcuffs tightening around my wrists.

"Alright! I'm sorry I ate your cookies! Calm down!"

"Time and time again. We've let you roam free on your own and this is the thanks we get? No. You're going back to your cell."

"Keep her in her room."

"What? Price, you can't be serious."

"Keep her in her room till she learns not to leave."

"Fine."

I was dragged into my room and tied onto the bed.

"What are you doing!? Get away from me!"

I began to kick and scream as Ghost grabbed my arm and chained me to the bed frame.

"GET OFF OF ME! DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE!"

Ghost ignored me as he chained my ankles to the foot of the bed.

"STOP IT! STOP IT!"

I began to hyperventilate and pulled at the restraints.

Flashbacks of my father abusing me for his own fun came back to mind.

I screamed and felt the tears roll down my cheeks.

"GHOST, PLEASE! I'M SORRY! JUST LET ME GO!"

I watched him turn his back and walk out the door, closing it behind him.

"GHOST! SOAP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

I screamed and felt the blood drip from my wrists and ankles.

Ghost's POV.

"It's been three hours. She's still screaming. Maybe we should check on her..." Soap frowned and fidgeted with the television remote.

"No. You're to soft on her. She's throwing a tantrum." I frowned and crossed my arms, my eyes glued on the tv.

"Ghost is right. She'll tire herself eventually." Price nodded and took some of Gaz's popcorn.

"I don't know. She seems pretty bothered." Gaz frowned.

"That's it, I'm going to go check on her!"

Soap stood up and walked into the halls. A few seconds later, he came running back, tripping on the door frame but managing to stay on his feet.

"Where're the keys to the handcuffs!? The room is covered in blood! Her wrists and ankles and cut horribly!"

We all got up and hurried to investigate.

Shit.

There's blood covering the bed sheets, the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.

YN's POV

I sobbed and yanked at the handcuffs.

"Let me go, please!"

"YN, stop pulling! You're hurting yourself!"

"I don't want to play! Please! I don't want to play, I don't want to! Just let me go!"

"Play?" Price asked and I screamed.

"For fucks sake, Ghost, get her out of there!"

I felt him grab my arm and I screamed. He uncuffed me and I immediately began clawing at my face, still screaming and crying.

"BLOODY JESUS, STOP THAT!"