Hell Himself

Don't look at that.

He took me to my apartment, finally. When we got there, he parked the car, turning the engine off and sighing. I didn't look at him or say anything, either. 

He got out of the car, appearing outside of my door within seconds. He opened the door, pulling me out with him and dragging me by my bicep.

As we entered the apartment building, he looked around, making sure no one was there. I stayed still, waiting for him to move again.

When he didn't move, I was confused. I suddenly heard heavy breathing. I finally looked up at him, my breath hitching as I saw him staring down at me through his bottom eyelashes, with wide, angry eyes. He had no expression on his face, just those wide eyes, which I saw darkened. His eyes went black, his grip getting tighter and tighter with each passing minute.

"Bill, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to hide the fear that was flowing over me.

I waited for a reply. Nothing. He stayed silent until he growled, shoving me against a wall in the lobby and getting in my face.

"You..." He began but didn't finish his sentence yet. Huffing, he put his lips to my ear. "Are pissing me off..."

I didn't understand why he switched up again. He was mad, but... he was never so mad that his eyes literally went dark.

Before I could say anything else, he whipped me across the face, making me stumble to the side. He held me up, about to hit me again, when someone walked in.

The receptionist appeared, raising an eyebrow. He looked concerned in seeing me for the first time in 2 months.

"Ameri...?" He questioned, looking back and forth between me and Bill, rushing to his phone, dailing 911.

"No..." Bill whispered under his breath, pulling out a gun and cocking it. "No!!"

He aimed it at the receptionist's head, making me jump, grabbing his arm.

I was too late, though. He shot the receptionist, my eyes widening as I saw his brains spill out of his skull, blood splattered on the walls. His body fell, everything going silent.

I covered my mouth, feeling physically sick. I looked at Bill, and my vision blurred by my tears, which I hadn't noticed were already rolling down my face.

Bill put the gun back into his pocket, looking down at me. He wiped my tears away gently, with a mocking tenderness.

The fact that he said nothing after murdering someone uneased me. He just started pulling me again. He shoved me into the elevator, holding my arm tight in his grip while he pressed the buttons to go up.

I bit my nails, looking up at Bill and quickly looking down again. I'd never forget that horrifying sight; ever.

Once the doors dinged and opened, I felt myself being dragged again. He stopped in front of my apartment, trying the handle. It was locked.

He turned to me impatiently. "Keys?"

I shook my head.

He groaned irritantly, shaking his head and kicking the door down with one, hard, boot. He pulled me inside, shutting the door behind us and turning lights on.

"Nice apartment." He looked around, picking stuff up and looking at everything I had. "Go get your clothes, and a suitcase. And don't try anything."

He looked at me, gesturing to the gun in his pocket. I simply nodded, walking down the hall, still with that traumatising thought in my mind. I went into my bedroom, taking a minute to look around at what I'd not seen for a while. Then, I grabbed the suitcase I used when packing, kneeling down by my wardrobe and shoving all of the clothes I could find into it. Once I packed it all, I went to my desk, about to grab my phone, when I heard Bill clear his throat behind me.

I flinched, turning around and seeing him staring at me with an eyebrow raised.

"No phones allowed, bitch." He purred, leaning against the doorframe and looking at my suitcase.

I sighed, kneeling down by my suitcase again, trying to zip it up. When I finally did that, I pulled it along with me, following Bill out of my room.

After a few seconds, he looked back at me.

"You're taking too long with that suitcase." He waved my hands off of it, picking it up with one hand effortlessly, carrying it under his arm.

I was shocked by how strong he was, but at the same time, I wasn't surprised.

He grabbed my arm with his free hand, pulling me along with him while he held my suitcase at the same time. I started to zone out, thinking back to just moments ago, when Bill shot that poor man. Before I knew it, we were walking past his dead body, and I couldn't help but look.

Bill noticed, gently turning my head away and sighing. "Don't look at that, Am."

He kept taking me with him, then. My eyes stayed on the ground while he walked us back to his car. He put my suitcase in the backseat, making me sit in the passenger seat again. I looked out the window as Bill sat himself next to me, in the drivers seat.

I felt him looking at me, but I paid no attention to him. I didn't want to see his face right now. Or ever, for that matter. But that wasn't a choice.

He huffed, starting the engine and driving away pretty quickly. The whole ride was silent. No one was saying a word. It was a tense, eerie silence that made me uncomfortable. He started to speed up, purposely, to scare me. It worked, but I didn't show it. Well, I thought I didn't show it. That was until Bill laughed at me.

"Look at you, holding onto my arm like a baby!"

My eyes widened as I looked at his arm, seeing my hands holding onto it tightly. Out of fear and startle. I let go, turning away and ignoring him.

Once we got back to his prissy mansion, I got out of the car before he could make me. I walked in front of him, going inside first and slamming the door behind me, not caring that Bill would definitely hurt me for that, later.

I hated how he acted like he didn't sex traffick me. And I hated how he acted like he didn't rape me immediately after.

I went upstairs to Tom's room. I banged on the door, waiting. He opened the door, rolling his eyes as he glared down at me.

"What?"

"Did you know that Bill was gonna let someone rape me for five hundred dollars?"

My question seemed to startle him as he paused and just stared at me.

"Nice to see you too." He sarcastically replied, sighing and rubbing his neck. "Of course I knew, dumbass. Get over it. Money is money."

He slammed the door in my face. I was beyond livid. Not only that, I was confused and sad. Was everything I'd gone through in my life meant to lead me to this moment? Had I deserved it all?

I was in such a trance of my mind that I didn't notice my face being covered in tears again. Tom must've heard my weeps since he came out of his room again. He rolled his eyes again as he looked at me.

"Stop wailing, you big baby." He demanded, crossing his arms.

I looked up at him, my eyes continuing to produce and release a mass amount of tears. I watched as he just stared at me before tutting.

"Come here..." He opened his arms out for me.

I was very hesitant, but I walked into his hug, feeling him wrap me up in his warm embrace. He held my body against his chest, stroking my hair and resting his chin on my head.

"Don't cry." He huffed calmly, patting my back. "Stop crying, you'll be fine."

He kept repeating those words harshly to me, yet he was holding me gently.

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