Move Into Light

Chapter 7 ~ Hurting.

Rhea's POV

I felt Brandon lay me down on his bed. He looked at me with sympathy. "Rhea please talk to me." He said putting his hands on my shoulders. I froze.

"Rhea, please." He said starting to shake me a little. "I want to be alone." I said simply, maybe a little too harshly, as he looked hurt as he turned away. "I'm sorry." He muttered as he walked out of the door locking it behind him.

As soon as he was gone, i ran into the bathroom and looked through all of the cupboards for something sharp. I knew it was wrong but i needed it. I craved it. All i could find in the cupboard was his shower gels, aftershaves and a plastic cup with his tooth brush in it. I took out the plastic cup, and ripped it apart, hoping to get a sharp enough corner from it, which i gladly did.

Brandon's POV

I was walking halfway down the stairs when i heard a loud snap coming from my room. i ran back up the stairs, unlocked the door and burst through it, hoping that Rhea was okay. I looked around the room and she was nowhere to be seen.

I heard shuffling coming from my bathroom. "Rhea, are you o-" I looked down at her in disbelief.

She had a lot- and i mean a lot, of blood dripping from her arm, and she was still trying to slash whatever was left of the skin on her arm open. I ripped the bit of- whatever it was that she was hurting herself with from her hand, and threw it on the floor. She desperately reached out for it, but she wasn't quick enough, as i had scooped her up in my arms before she could. She fought me as much as she could, trying to get back to my bathroom as she could, a few times she slipped my grip and managed to get away, but i quickly retrieved her and carried her back down the stairs. I sat her on the chair, holding her there and shouted Jake. "What!" He said as he came in the kitchen. He looked at Rhea wide eyed as she struggled to get out of my grip. She wasn't going to give up any time soon. "Hold her here and don't let her get out." I said calmly to Jake, who nodded his head and did as he was told. I grabbed her hand and tried to wipe away the blood, but she snatched it back not wanting me to touch it. She was slowly bleeding out.

I nodded at Jake and he looked at me wearily and nodded back. I ran up the stairs and came back down with chloroform and a cloth. I carefully put some on the cloth, and put it over Rhea's nose and mouth. She struggled until the last second, and then she was asleep. I lifted her limp body up, and laid her down on the sofa in the living room. Luckily all the other guys were out.

Me and Jake started to carefully clean up Rhea's arm, put on some antiseptic spray and a bandage on it. There were multiple deep cuts in her arm that i had been stupid enough to let her do to herself. "This is all my fault Jake." I said with hatred towards myself. "If i wouldn't have left her there when she said too this wouldn't have happened." I continued. "Hey, don't worry about it man, you didn't know she was gonna do that." He tried to reassure me. I half smiled at him.

"Anyway, we're gonna have to do something now, cos as soon as she wakes up she's gonna wanna do it again. She didn't stop fighting until the last minute." I nodded my head in agreement.

Rhea's POV

I woke up in Brandon's room, sat on a soft chair. I looked around confused and tried to stand up, but i couldn't because my hands were handcuffed behind me. I started to struggle. "You're not gonna get out bitch." I heard Beck's voice behind me. He put his hands on my breasts and squeezed. I whimpered. "It's a good thing you tried to kill yourself, otherwise you wouldn't have been set up for me right here." I heard the smirk in his voice. "BRANDON!!!" I screamed. "Don't try that bitch, they've all gone out thinking i was out too. They've gone for a meeting with the boss and wont be back for another 4 hours. That's a lot of time for me and you to catch up." He sneered. "But i don't want you screaming every 2 minutes, so..." He went over to Brandon's draws and pulled out a scarf, shoved it in my mouth and tied it round the back of my head. "There. Now we're both happy." He looked at me with an evil grin. "Well, except for you of course." He put both hands round my waist, and roughly lifted me up and off the chair, freeing me of the chair, but not the handcuffs. I tried to pull out of his grip but he was too strong.

He gripped one of my arms, and pushed me out into the corridor, and onto the floor. "Get up bitch." He said pulling me up and over his shoulder. He carried me into his room and pushed me onto his bed with a lot of force. I sat up and wiggled up his bed and pressed my back against the head board.

He looked at me with hatred as he slowly edged closer to me.

"Get ready whore."