Twisted

Chapter 28: Kidnapped

Gally found me early the next morning in the gym. After that memory dream I couldn't fall back asleep. So I just said shuck it and went to the gym. I was breathing hard and my knuckles were red and starting to split. I hadn't bothered to wrap them. Maybe it was everything I had been through and the trauma or maybe because I was just sick and twisted, but the stinging pain kept me grounded, kept me from spinning out of control.

"Hey... Charlie, stop..." I had a few angry tears leak out as I slammed my fists again and again into the punching bag.

"Stop Charlie, Sweetie stop, please." He cried, grabbing me and wrapping his arms around me. I just growled and let a few angry tears out. I stopped fighting and just slumped into him.

"You're hurting yourself over what he did to you. Stop punishing yourself." He said gently.

"He made me into a killer. I killed so many!" I spat bitterly, "and why? What was his reasoning? He probably didn't even need one! They probably just looked at him wrong! And he made me do his dirty work."

I pulled away angrily, wiping my tears roughly away. He looked at me with gentleness that nearly broke me.

"How can you still look at me like that?" I asked, I could feel the emptiness and disgust in myself, in my own voice.

"Because one event in your life, that you had little to zero control over, doesn't define you. Also because you were a CHILD, Charlie! You were a shucken child and he manipulated, threatened and beat you. And because I love you, all of you."

As he talked, he stepped closer.  He took my chin between his thumb and finger and lifted my face.

"I see the fire in your eyes. I see the calm and steadiness and love. I also see the brokenness, the lasting effects of what he did...And that's where the fire comes from. Sure he burnt you to nothing but ash, yet there's that burning fire. Its wild and dangerous and beautiful."

His intense steel blue eyes kept me frozen in place. I felt the butterflies.

"I don't scare you?" I asked quietly.

"Never. I'm not scared of a little pipsqueak." His voice had dropped, and became gravely.

"This wild fire doesn't scare you?"

He leaned down towards me, his grip on my chin tightened, just slightly.

"Shuck no. Quite the opposite actually." He whispered against my lips.

"Shuck that's hot." I murmured back.

He hummed before he kissed me. Once I couldn't breath and my lungs needed air I pulled away slowly.

"Thank you."

"If you can see through my worst rule they manipulated me and still love me, I can love you when the same wild twisted slint head manipulated and abused you."

I just gave him a mischievously grin. "Well...he trained me as a killer apparently , forced me to do it...and it's going to be his shucken downfall. Oh the irony."

"You're a beautiful murderous little creature." He left a soft gentle kiss on my lips. "Right now though, let's go get you showered and fed. We gotta meet the rest of the guys."

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We had all spread out around the open square. A few of us spread out through the crowd. There was a protest happening, the people left on the outskirts of society were definitely angry. It was getting worse every day. People hated WICKED. And all WICKED did was tighten their grip, closing themselves off even more. The people were yelling and screaming, holding posters and signs, throwing rocks and garbage at the walls. I understood their anger but really, what was a rock going to do against those walls?