Hell Himself

If you make a sound, I'll shoot your pretty face into oblivion.

Tom had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks. After my visit, he let me take his car back to the mansion, but I really didn't want to go there again.

I was terrified of going back to the mansion. I knew I had to, but I didn't want Bill to hurt me. Why would they just keep the fact that Bill's schizophrenic from me? It would've been nice to have had a damn warning.

I looked at the mansion as I pulled up towards it, my heart rate pounding and my hands shaky. I picked up the remote to open the garage door, pressing the big buttong and watching the doors slide up.

I huffed, taking a deep breath before pulling into the garage and parking the car where Tom always has it.

I looked down at my lap, fiddling with my fingers. I dreaded getting out of this car. I really did. I pressed the button on the remote to shut the garage door again, hearing it slowly fall.

I looked back up, seeing Bill again. I flinched, my whole body tensing and my hands trembling more than they ever had before. I could hear my heavy breathing echo through my head, I felt my heart in my throat, and I felt like I was gonna throw the fuck up.

He took steps towards the car, his expression hard and rough. He got to the car, ripping open the car door and yabking me out by my arm. He pinned me to the door and started screaming in my face.

"Don't you ever run away from me again!!" He held my throat with his left hand, his right hand holding my wrist, his large frame pinning mine down.

I flinched and covered my ears, letting out a sob. I sniffled, squeezing my eyes shut and turning my head away.

"Look at me..." He whispered, which quickly turned into a yell. "Ameri, baby, look at me!!"

I grimaced at that. Did he just call me baby? As if I'd ever act like we're in a relationship like that.

I looked at him, with a glare.

"I'm not your baby. Don't call me your baby," I shoved his hand away, wriggling in his grasp. "You fucking man whore."

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even dread of thinking about them. I felt a flash of things happen all in a second. I felt him slap me hard across my face, digging his elbow into my back and forcing me to fall on the ground.

I yelled out in pain, landing on the hard concrete beneath us, wincing in pain.

I looked up at him, pausing. He wasn't speaking. He was quiet. He was never quiet.

"Bill, why -"

"Talk one more time, and I'll make the warehouse look like a walk in the motherfucking park." He growled, glaring down at me.

I rolled my eyes, groaning. "Give me a break. Seriously, can't I have a normal day?"

He stomped on my leg, grabbing my hair and dragging me to my feet. I yelled and strained, holding back tears. I looked up at him, fear in my eyes.

"I told you not to speak again." He huffed, grabbing both of my wrists with on hand and tying them together with ropes.

He scared me to silence, for once, and I didn't say anything, hoping that he'd let me off. He didn't, obviously.

He started walking out of the garage, my wrists in his hand. It was at this moment that I realised how much bigger than me he was. His hands were the size of my face - maybe my whole head. He dragged me down the long hallway, past the kitchen, and to the stairs. He pulled me up the stairs, continuing to drag me, even when I tripped over and wasn't on my feet.

He got to his room, flinging the door open and shoving me down onto the bed. He locked his door, stomping towards me and jumping on top of me.

"If you make a sound, I'll shoot your pretty face into oblivion." He grabbed a gun, cocking it.