Psycho Love

24

"Ember?" The voice is faint but still there in the background. Suddenly I feel dizzy and the words that sit in front of me become blurry. My legs go out from under me. "EMBER!" I hear the voice again, before I'm sucked into darkness.

*Flashback*

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Fear takes over my body as I stare at the masked face in front of me. I was such an idiot. I knew it was stupid to try and escape, I have no idea where I am and I'm so weak from blood loss that I knew I wouldn't be able to get very far but I couldn't not try when the opportunity presented itself. HE had left me alone on the floor of the warehouse, obviously thinking I was unconscious. I waited until I had thought he had left completely and then tried to make a break for it to a set of doors that I had seen once before.

Now is my chance. I have to hurry. If he catches me now, he will kill me for sure.

I willed my legs to move, clutching my ribs as I staggered to my feet and started running as fast as I could. My body burnt from the movement, but I tried to push myself to go faster. The doors were only inches away when I heard a loud bang and saw a spark just to the left of where my head was. The sound of the gunshot rings made my ears ring. I stopped so abruptly that I fell to my hands and knees and yelled out in pain as my wrist bends backwards causing it to make a loud cracking sound.

Fuck. I think I just broke my wrist.

"Ember, Ember, Ember. You tricked me. Now I have to punish you." His mechanical voice says from behind me. I couldn't tell if he is being sarcastic because of his voice changer, but when I looked around at the distorted but evil smile that is spread across his face my blood runs cold. My body starts to shake as his footsteps get closer. This is when I die, finally. Finally, it'll be over. Instead of feeling the barrel of his gun press against my head like I half hoped would happen, HE grabbed a chunk of my oily brown hair and dragged my backwards while I shriek from the pain. I grabbed his hand with mine and tried to pull my body up so that I wasn't being dragged as much but it was no use. He then threw me into this chair and zip tied my hands behind my back and placed the, oh so familiar chains around my ankles again.

"That wasn't very smart, Babydoll. You know what comes next, don't you?" My tormenter asks.

A sob escapes my mouth as I nod my head. I am about to die. He is going to kill me. I defied him and now he will kill me. I have never had such conflicted feelings before. On one hand I welcome death, because at least I will be out of this nightmare, but on the other hand, I am not even 19. I haven't even lived. What is there left to live for? Everyone else is dead. You are alone.

"You are going to kill me." I answer. As soon as the words leave my mouth a gloved hand slaps me across the face, whipping my head to the side.

"How many times do I have to fucking tell you that I hate when you say that? I would never kill you. We have too much fun together. You are the love of my life, and you will stay with me forever." He stands in front of me with shaking hands. I don't think I have ever seen him this angry before, but finally he takes a deep breath which comes out sounding like Darth Vada. "That doesn't mean that I can let this go unpunished." He reaches down and pulls a knife from inside his sock. The blade glints under the spotlight above us and a feeling of panic comes over me.

No!
He takes a menacing step closer to me.
Not again!
Then another.
Please I can't handle anymore!
Then he jams the knife into my thigh and drags the blade so that it slices through my flesh. I start to scream from the pain. It is unbearable. The edges of my vision start to go black, but I blink my eyes trying to force it away. My scream turns from pain to anger, and I whip my head to the right and look at the masked man, "I'm going to fucking kill you!" Hot tears spill down my cheeks as I continue to howl. After a while the pain becomes more like a dull ache, my voice gives out and my head kills to the side. I have no energy left. My exhaustion and pain have mixed together, making me a whimpering, bleeding statue.
A hand reaches over and caresses my cheek, I want to flinch away, but I can't.
"I know you don't mean what you said so I'll forgive you. You know I will never leave you."
"I... don't...want...you." I stutter.
"I'm not going to give up on us. You'll see one day. We are inevitable."

*End flashback*

"Can someone tell me what the FUCK is wrong with her?" 

"Will you calm down, Caden?"

"Calm down?! How am I meant to calm down? She fucking collapsed, Trinity! Trey, stop fucking pacing around the bloody room. "

"Can't a girl get a few moments of peace around here?" I interject. The three of them turn around so fast that I feel dizzy just watching them. 

"Ember! You are finally awake!" Trinity bolts across the room and jumps on the bed. Bed? Where am I? How did I get here? How long was I out for? I start to feel panicked, which causes the machine beside me, that I didn't realise was attached to me, to start beeping. A hand grabs Trinity's arm and yanks her off the bed causing her to stumble. She steadies herself on a big lounge chair as her spot on the bed is replaced a tall, blonde, athletic man. He places his hand on my legs and just this simple gesture is enough to calm me and make me feel safe. "Good to see you awake, princess." He smiles at me, and my heart melts a little bit. Since when could a guy make me feel like this? Not since Zander, that's for damn sure. 

"Aww, were you worried about me?" I tease. 

"Me? Worried? Please. I am Caden Wright. I always keep my cool." 

Trey scoffs from behind Caden but shuts up when Caden glares at him. "It's a good thing you woke up when you did, babe. Lover boy over here was about to tear this place apart." Trinity gleams from her spot on the lounge chair. She has her feet crossed over the arm of the chair and is leaning back, looking like she doesn't have a care in the world. 

Caden just rolls his eyes and looks back at me, his face turning serious. "How are you feeling?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I answer. 

"You had a panic attack. You are absolutely not FINE." Trey says the last word in a mocking voice. He is leaning against the door frame with his hands intertwined and holding on to his lakers hat.

I turn my attention back to Caden. "Do you know who put that picture there?" 

"Yeah, we found the bastard. Trin had a little chat with him." He says smirking as he looks over at Trinity, only then do I realise that she has small red dots all over her shirt and her knuckles are bleeding. 

"You had a chat, eh?" I say, eyeing the bloodstains. 

"Yep. Just two friends catching up on the latest gossip." Trinity winks at me. 

"And...?" 

"I got nothing. Nothing juicy at least. The prick was scared out of his mind though, and not just from me. Whoever it was, must be one scary ass dude to make someone go against the Black Wolves."

My body sags with disappointment. 

"Don't worry, princess. We will find HIM. I will find HIM." Caden reassures me. 

"So, how did I get here? and where is here?" I say looking around the room. 

"We are still at the warehouse; we are just in the infirmary. The doctor said that you will be ok but that you need to rest." Caden's thumb tracing circles on my leg, "as soon as the doctor gets back and gives you the all clear, I am taking you home."