Knife's Property

T W E N T Y - F O U R

My head was sore.

Very, very sore.

I was awake, I could feel myself drifting from dreamland into reality and I didn't want to. I wanted to stay asleep, oblivious and pain-free but my mind wouldn't allow it.

The sadistic bitch wanted me awake and facing the reality of everything whether I wanted to or not.

I kept my eyes closed and evened my breathing, breathing through the pain and concentrating on slowly relaxing my body so that when I did move, I wasn't stiff and sore.

I was safe, I was with Knife and he might be overbearing for the next few weeks but I was safe and sound and so were my friends.

God, I could only imagine how Lana was feeling in this moment. And Evelyn.

She got a hard time for always causing issues but she had been through enough in her life to want to act up and cause some drama. She would be hard on herself for what happened to us, it would take a long while before she could even think of forgiving herself.

Elliot was going to be in for one wild ride.

Okay, I told myself. It's time to move.

I sighed before slowly peeling my eyes open. The room was hazy and distorted the first few moments from the sleep burring my vision. I carefully blinked my eyes a few times and the room slowly came into focus.

And then I blinked a few more times to make sure I was seeing what I was seeing.

The room I was in, was not my room.

In fact, I didn't recognise it at all.

I stared at the dark red walls and the wooden dresser across from me. On either side were large window that had light green blinds on them and dark green curtains on the side. The blinds were drawn almost completely down, leaving the room in a muted light that didn't hurt my eyes.

The action screamed Knife, he would want me to be able to see without hurting my eyes.

But where was he?

I turned my head around the room, searching for him or any sign that he was here but there was nothing.

Panic clawed at my throat and I fought to stay still unless I had been taken again and there was a camera in the room.

Knife wouldn't have let it happen a second time and so soon, would he?

No. He wouldn't.

But someone had hacked into our phones and had managed to take us so maybe they were able to fight off Knife and he wasn't here because he was being tortured.

Oh my god.

He would never give up information about me or the club, or anything really. He had a strong code when it came to some stuff like that, he wouldn't break.

Just as my panic was rising to a level where I felt I would throw up, the door swung open.

Despite my attempts to pretend I was asleep until I determined exactly where I was and who I was with, I jumped.

I jumped from my comfortable lying down position into a weird half sitting and half lying down position that hurt my neck and my back.

Knife stopped in the doorway, a tray holding a bowl an some fruit in his hands. He eyed me carefully, drinking in my stance and the look on my face before slowly walking over to me.

"It's alright, Sugar." He murmured in that soft and dreamy voice of his. "It's just me."

I released a shaky breath and slowly moved into a less dramatic position. I sat down, my legs in front of me and leaned against the pillows next to me.