BLEED WITH ME [ETHAN LANDRY]

TWENTY - "Kill me, baby."

TWENTY - "KILL ME, BABY."

"I'm gonna need you to scream for me."

"W-What?"

"Scream."

Before the Altieri girl could even release a breath Ethan's knife had came down on her like hellfire. She'd thought he was finally going to do it, to kill her that is, after all his knife had been hovering above her head as if it were ready to invade her memories. But instead she felt her body let out an earth shattering scream as the blade found home in the flesh of her arm and tore its way down, deeper and deeper, ripping her skin apart all the while a pool of blood came to be beneath her.

"Ethan!" She grabbed his jaw, "I don't want to die!"

"You're not gonna die." He shook his head, pushing the knife further in. "Keep screaming!"

"Chad!" She cried out, but the boy was barely alive himself. "Please!"

"Stop moving!"

And he kneeled upon her wounded arm, his knee pinned it to the floor as his lover screamed out for him; he didn't cease his attack for a single moment.

This was the least amount of pain he could guarantee her.

"Please Ethan! S-Stop!"

She thrashed as hard as she could but the boy's body was much heavier than her own and Ethan was much stronger, so Lyds could only brace herself to the peril of the agony he arrested upon her, as much as she may have cried, it was unavoidable to undergo anything else, to be free. He would never give her that choice.

"You said you'd never hurt me! You said you'd never-"

"Shut up!" He snapped, his gloved hand pressed harshly to her jaw. "Don't make another sound."

Lyds heeded his warning and lay silently beneath him, ignoring her pain in favor of the boy who caused it. Just as she always had, so blissfully unaware to his violence however painfully obvious it became.

"Do what I say okay? If you don't - they'll kill you."

"O-Okay." She whispered, sitting up, taking note of the way the crimson gushed from her arm.

"Don't look at it." He told her softly, his lips pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Lyds allowed him the gesture, not knowing anymore where her heart even belonged. Was he on her side? His family's side? It was impossible to know, the boy blew hotter and colder than a volcano in the arctic. His mixed signals were unfathomable, and Lyds had grown to utterly hate that about him.