THERE WILL BE BLOOD || DANIEL MATTHEWS ||

XII: THE END

I walked away distraught and kinda humiliated. I must of missed a turn because I ended up in a small room with just oddly placed furniture scattered around it. Obviously, I reasoned that it was just a left over room that wasn't meant to be found. Also the writing in the wall saying, "Nothing in here" helped with my deduction. I felt so stupid. The betrayal of my best friend filled me with a flurry of emotions. I was so tired of everything. I was so tired of other people walking over me. I was tired of me being pathetic and spineless. I was fuming with anger. I was upset, hurt, and I and all I wanted to do was scream.

"FUCK!" I screamed, kicking a random stool. It broke into different pieces. I paused, that felt oddly therapeutic. I was never the type to let my anger get a hold of me, instead I shoved it deep down inside me, like I did most things.

I picked up a vase and threw it on the ground as hard as I could. "FUCK!" I started smashing random shit, taking me anger out on physical objects, trying to keep my mind off of the hell that is my life and the horrifying situation that I'm in.

When I finished, I let out a sigh of relief.  I surveyed the mess I left, broken table, chair, stool, and other objects. My eyes caught on one of the chairs, it looked like the one in my dining room, the leg broken off in a fit of rage just like this one.

The leg broken off in a fit of rage.

I stumbled backwards as I remember the night before I was abducted, when my father dragged me by the ankles into the dining room. Screaming and throwing things at me. And breaking this, a chair, it's leg splitting off.

"Oh my god," putting my hand to my face, I let out a silent sob.

I'm just like him.

I let my anger take control of me and I destroyed things. Just like my dad. I hurt the one person I cared about most and abandoned him.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

What is wrong with me? Instead of dealing with my own issues, I took it out on Daniel. Just like how my father takes out his anger with me. I acted irrationally, instead of going to him, I pushed him away aggressively.

Daniel must hate me. I sat on the floor, my hands covering my face. I completely overreacted. He didn't do anything besides being an amazing friend, a best friend. His father is the one who I should be taking this out on, not him.

I heard a scream from outside the room. "Addison." I said in horror. I jumped up and I rushed out of my room. How could I have been so pathetic? I was so caught up in myself, in my own selfishness, I neglected to watch over Addison and left her alone, completely defenceless as the nerve agent inhibited her natural thought process.

"Addison?" I yelled again, trying to find where she is. I heard her wails and ran into the entrance of another room. "Oh my god," I halted in my tracks. There was Xaiver, standing behind Addison, his hand pulling her hair back to see the back of her neck, knife in his other hand. He knows about the code. Shit. Addison's hands were above her head, trapped in razor blades inside a metal box, blood dripping down her arm. I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was crying from the pain and from fear.

I took a step back. I felt my heart pumping in my chest. Fear seized my body. I willed myself to move but I was trapped, I couldn't move and just stared at the sight in front of me.

My hands shook as Xaiver turned around, "Hey kid," he paused, taking in a haggard breath, "Lemme see your neck."

Somehow, the fear of Xaiver coming close to me with a knife and malicious intent shocked my body back into action. Without another word I ran out of the room. Adrenaline coursed through my body. I couldn't die like this. I couldn't die with Daniel thinking I hated him.