Psycho Love

29

A game.
It's always been a game to him.
Kidnapping me. Killing the people I loved. Torturing me. Tricking me and getting me to trust him. Living with me. Tormenting me. It's all just been a big, elaborate game.

"Why Trey? Why did you do it? What did I do to deserve all of this?"

"Weren't you listening? I was protecting you." He answers, with genuine confusion on his face.

"You tortured me! I have the scars to prove it." As I yell, I entwine my fingers and start to push my wrists away from each other in an attempt to stretch the zip ties that are binding my hands behind me back.

"If you remember back, I only ever did that when you were disobedient or disrespectful. All I ever wanted was for you to love me the same way I love you, but you acted as if I was some kind of monster. After everything I've done for you so really, those scars are your own fault." Trey's voice comes out so calm. He believes every word he is saying. He believes that he is in the right. The sentiment makes me so uncomfortable that I find myself wriggling back in my chair, hoping to create more distance between. That's when feeling Zander's knife press into my ribs under my boobs. What the hell!
Oh right. The memory of drunk me punching the air and using the knife to jab at nothing, bottle in hand, comes back. I remember hearing a knock at the door, I panicked so I shoved the knife into my bra and jumped on the bed to pretend I was sleeping. After that everything is blank.
I guess they didn't think to check there for any weapons. Idiots. If only I could reach it.

The zip ties around my wrists feel a little bit looser, now all I have to do is keep him distracted long enough to get my hands free.

"If I play your game, will you let them go?" I nod my head in the direction of Caden and Trinity. Caden is in bad shape, blood is pouring down his leg and his usually tanned skin is starting to pale. "He needs medical attention. If you let them go, I'll play."

Finally, got my right thumb out, now just have to shimmy that hand out.

Trey looks back and forth between us.

"That's going to be a little hard," Trey smirks at me, "seeing as they are the game."

"What do you mean, we are the game?" Caden's voice comes out weak and strained. The pool of blood by his foot is slowly spreading across the concrete floor beneath him.

Trey almost skips in excitement, as he heads back over to Caden, "I'm so glad you asked." His inner psychopath is showing even more now. This is the man I remember, and a shiver goes through me.

I have to get out of these ties! Quickly! I just have to get my hand out...I try to make my hand as small as possible, pulling my right hand up while pushing my left hand down.
Fuck!
My fingers feel like they are about to pop from their sockets, when my hand finally slips out of the tie. I keep my hands together so that no one notices that I'm free of my restraints. 

"See last time Emmy and I played, she refused to choose. This time, by not saying anything when I was about to be "killed"" he emphasises the word killed and does big air quotes with his fingers, "she chose. Now she has to choose will survive out of the two of you, if she doesn't choose then both of you will be tortured in front of her." 

"Are you really just going to stand there and watch?" Caden glares at Bobby, his usually perfectly spiked, blonde hair falling over his eyes. There is a batch of red that stains his blonde hair; it must be where they knocked him out.

She gives him a smug smirk in return, "I tried to help you, but you refused," she runs her tongue over her bottom lip that is now red and swollen from being bitten moments before.
"Why betray us? I knew your father before he died. He was a good, loyal man. He would be ashamed of you if he were alive." Bobby looks genuinely hurt by what Caden's said, but she quickly brushes it off and walks over to, resting her arm in his shoulder, "I'm bored. Hank told me that you were fun, but this isn't fun at all." Before they can respond I finally speak again. 

"You knew Hank?" I ask Trey. Of course, I knew that they must've known each other from that recording but I couldn't think of how they possibly knew each other. Trey looks me over and smiles.
"Hank and me? We go way back. Way back to before he became your boyfriend's little bitch. We were best friends," his voice quiets ever so slightly, like he is remembering something, "we shared everything from toys when we were little kids, to guns as we rose up the ranks in our gang."
Their gang? Blood love. Of course, Trey lied about not knowing about it. He lied about everything.
Trey gives me a pointed look and continues, "we even shared women. One in particular." His lips curl into a sick smile. Could he mean me?

Suddenly, as if punched in the stomach the memories start to come back. Someone zapping me from behind on the day Zander was killed. Someone handing over the tools that Trey had used to torture me. The third place setting at the table on the day I had escaped. Why hadn't I remembered this? I never saw his face, but there was definitely someone else. Bile comes up into my throat and I can't hold it back this time. I lean to the side, keeping my hands behind my back and vomit.

Trey chuckles as he walks over to me. "I've told you before that you shouldn't drink so much." He slowly wipes my lips and chin with a tissue he pulls from his back pocket, pausing to stare into my eyes. "It's not the alcohol you dumb shit. You make me sick." I don't even see the punch coming, only the pain as it connects with my jaw, causing stars to burst in front of my vision and blood to fill my mouth.

"You should really be more respectful. I am the reason you are the way you are. Before me you were pathetic and weak but look how much you have grown since then. You are so special, and fragile, it's truly beautiful." He caresses my check with his thumb. "Give into us babydoll. Choose me. Play my game and get rid of these toxic criminals." I can't help the reaction my body has when his hand stays on my cheek. goosebumps appear on my skin, despite the warmth in this heat box of a warehouse. I drop my head down so that I am once again looking at my shoes, and so his hand falls from my cheek. 

I need to save Caden and trinity. I won't let anyone else get hurt or die because of, but I feel frozen in place.
'You are not some pathetic girl. You aren't some damsel in distress. You are a fucking live wire... show him how dangerous you really are!' Caden's words ring in my ears and I feel something inside me snap.
'He could be the one giving you power.'

Giving me power. 

I am powerful. I am dangerous. I am a live wire. They should be afraid. 

Tilting my head slightly to the side I spit out the blood that has collected in my mouth, filling it with an awful metallic taste. I start repeating my new mantra in my head, until it becomes a chanting. I can't help the powerful laughter that bubbles from my mouth, making me sound as insane as Trey. All the anger, guilt, pain, hurt, self-loathing, and sadness has all transformed into a feeling of power and strength that I didn't think I could ever have. As I lift my head up I look straight into Trey's confused, brown eyes. 

"You still think that I am that 18-year-old that cried and begged for death. The one that whimpered and played along with your sick twisted game for 6 months. I haven't been that girl since I shot you in the head 2 years ago." I chuckle slightly, "Like you said, I have grown. I'm not, how did you put it? Right. Fragile like a flower. I am fragile like a mother fucking bomb, and you can't control me anymore." 

Trey laughs at that. "It doesn't matter what you say, you will always be my babydoll. We are inevitable, remember. You will come around one way or another."

I give him the most menacing smile I can muster and keep my voice low and threatening. "I am not your little plaything. You want me to prove it to you? Just watch. I'll fucking burn it into you."