𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦.

*50*

-E.R

I was ten years old when the feeling of unworthiness became somewhat familiar. I had narrowed the options down to all of the pick-ups my father missed and the fact that I was not allowed to see let alone talk to my so-called sister I had out there. Unworthy didn't even surface what I was feeling. It didn't affect me too much until I had hit my teens and lost the only person in the world that reassured me.

Identifying the feeling so early had caused it to never leave my side. Having two friends who had never disappointed me still left me feeling contradicted. Sometimes I worried that I'd never get over my self-doubt, and even more so when I decided to involve myself in Davina's life.

I didn't know exactly what I was getting myself into before getting involved with Davina. Reckless thinking never worked out well for me in the past but for some reason, she brought out the crazy side of me. Getting emotionally involved was just as scary as searching into her history for answers.

Though I had this lingering feeling attached to me, I had never felt more unworthy than I did right now as I stood in front of Davina's Father with hatred running through my body.

I was definitely not worthy enough for Davina.

John was no longer tied to a chair, Xavier insisted that he be let go because of comfort and that he was too weak to even do anything to us. Somehow he managed to convince me though the first reason seemed irrelevant as well as a couldn't give a less fuck about his comfort. If anything I'd prefer him to be uncomfortable.

No amount of pain justified the hurt that this man had caused Davina.

John sat in the corner with his head against the wall. He banged his head back every few seconds which only made me think about how dramatic his wife was. They really did belong together.

"Where's the money, John?" I ask for the third time today. John stays silent and bangs his head once against the wall harder than he had ever done before. I sigh while rolling my neck slowly. "You know I'm being very lenient with you" I squat down and fiddle with a knife between my fingers.

"Why? Just kill me." He looks at me with tired eyes. Slowly I tilt my head watching closely at his reaction to my next words.

"I don't think your daughter would be too fond of me killing her father." I stand up and start to walk close to him. His eyes widen at the mention of Davina as he stands up vastly. "Torturing on the other hand..."

"Leave her out of this." He grits out I raise a brow before wrapping my hand around his neck and pushing him so hard against the wall that his head bangs once again.

"I think you brought this on yourself no?" When I add pressure onto his neck I cling the knife against the wall beside him. The act causes his jaw to tick.

"Don't touch her." I can't help but chuckle at his words. Slowly I lean towards him with a smirk, my hand tightens as I realize it was the only bit of emotion he had seen from me since I had met him.

"It's a little too late for that," I whisper at the highest pressure I could apply. When his face turns a different colour I let go and let his body collapse at my feet coughing.

"What have you done to my daughter?" He coughs while pushing himself further into the wall out of fear. His hands grip his neck while he sobs

"Nothing she doesn't like." I lean down and sigh again. "Now, how about that money?"

"Fuck you!" Right as he says this I jab the knife into his thigh. His scream echoes through the room while I hold back a smile.

"Emilio?" The door of the basement opens allowing light to come into the room. Xavier's voice echoes along with him and Jackson's footsteps. "Oh. So you can torture him to get some answers but when we do it we get in trouble."