•𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂• ☣︎

Chapter 12

Though I was a bit startled and unsettled by the knocking I was able to fall asleep again. By the time I had woken against, it was already noon.

I sat up in the bed and looked around the room. It was still empty with only myself and the wine bottles on the dresser, which caught my eye. I stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. I take the red wine and poor some into a glass which had been there from the other night. Some may judge me for drinking at noon but after yesterday it is needed.

It's natural I crave it anyway, my mother was always a heavy drinker. It's just something the runs in the family, on her side anyway.

I take my glass and begin to walk around the house, taking sips as I go. His house was a lot bigger than it may seem.

I finish my drink quite quickly, so I make my way back to the bedroom for more. I take the bottle, and my glass and go out into the living room. I put the bottle and glass down once I've poured myself another full cup. You would've never known it was day time from all the darkening curtains and black walls.

After 5 glasses of wine all those emotions disappeared. I was lying on my back, on the couch, staring up at the spinning ceiling. My eyes felt heavy and my body was numb. Being alone wasn't so bad right about now. I just wanted to sleep my problems away.

After 30 minutes I've completely passed out, in a deep, drunken sleep on the couch.

I am woken from being roughly shaken. My eyes open slowly and the handsome man in glasses is looking down at me.

"Hey" I whisper, lightly grinning.

"I see you can't be trusted around alcohol without supervision" He sighs. "Come on, get up" He bends down and lifts me like I'm a child to sit up. My eyes were half open and my head laid on my shoulder. Each time my eyes closed I felt as if I was spinning. It became harder and harder to keep them open. "Hey, come on. Y/N wake up" He shook me.

"What" I groaned.

"Look at me" My eyes flickered open and shut and my hands reached out to his face, feeling where he was. "With your eyes, not your hands".

I finally am able to open to my eyes. Johnathan kneels in front of me, looking me in the eyes. "I need you to get it together. Your mother has demanded to see you one last time, but you will be okay because I will be there too. I wont let her do anything to you. She just wants to say goodbye. Shes threatened to sue if she can't see you."

"Goodbye? Where am I going?" I laugh.

"To her you will be dead in an hour. She has asked to see you one last time before then, so you need to get up and put some clothes on."

"I don't want to see her" I groan. "I hate her"

"It's not a choice. Get up" Johnathan takes me under the arms and stands me up. "Here put your pants on" He helps me put a pair of pants on then drags me out of the apartment.

I fall asleep in the car, but was woken again in the familiar parking lot. "Come on sweetheart, it wont be long." Johnathan comes around to my side and carryings me out of the car. He carryings me in through a back door of the asylum and into an empty patient room. He lays me down onto the cot and moves the hair that was covering my face. "I'll be right back just stay here and don't move." He leaves the room and locks the thick steel door. I curl up and my eyes close again. After 5 minutes a buzzer comes on and the door is opened. I see the woman who's betrayed me enter with a smile on her face. Suddenly I don't feel so sleepy.

I am wide fucking awake.

I sit up and stare. Johnathan is behind her, closing the door.

"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" Her soft voice makes my blood boil. A feeling in my body aches when I look at her pathetic face.

She has not right to live. She is a sick monster. A monster who wishes the death among her own child. Absolutely fucking pathetic.

I ignore her completely, staring through her. Her face begins to drop. "Y/N?".

My furious mind took over my body. A type of anger arouse from me that I've never felt before. I jumped from the bed and ran at her, screaming in anger. I bash my skull against hers. She falls backwards as blood begins to pore from her head. Her pathetic eyes stare up at me in fear. My knees fall next to her and my fists pound into her face at the force of a bolder. Her bones cracked and bled under my fists. Within seconds she was unrecognizable.

Johnathan stood over me and watched it all.

I screamed at her face while I took her hair and flipped her head, slamming it against the concrete floor. After several times of her face being mushed I stopped and stood up away from her lifeless body. Blood spread along the floor and dripped from my hands. I look towards Johnathan who is just stood there, with a look of amusement on his face. "I may say, I wasn't expecting that but you did a beautiful job my love. She will hurt you no more." His voice was low and soft as he approached me. "I wish I had the courage to take the same revenge on my mother. You are a very brave girl". He takes my face in his hands. Blood drips from my forehead onto his hands, but because of the alcohol I couldn't even feel that my head has been split. "Let's go get this fixed" He takes my hand and walks me out of the room. He walks confidently to his office, leaving the door open. In the distance I hear a nurse scream in terror as she passes the room of my lifeless mother.

Once in Johnathans office he lays me down onto the chair and cleans the blood up from my head.

"My evil little princess" he says as he strokes my hair. "Now you can be just mine. Forever." He says in a possessive tone.

Johnathan takes me back to his home where he laid me back down onto the couch. He stares and runs his hand along my back, treasuring me as if I were his queen.

"Y/N?" He asks in a soft tone.

"Mhm"

"How do you feel now that your mother is gone?"

I sit up. "Better. Something definitely feels different but in a good way."

"Go on"

"I feel safer" I stare passionately into his eyes. "You saved my life" In that moment I felt differently from him. I felt a type of comfort, safety and almost love for him. He was the man that saved me from that woman. The woman I was supposed to trust, the one who was supposed to protect and treasure me.

"And I will continue too. I promise to protect you the way your mother never did." His eyes stared into mine, so blue with a hint of love. "You may not be her girl, but you're mine." His eyes shift from love to obsession.

"Am I cured Dr Crane?" My voice is delicate while I stare into his eyes.

"You will never be cured sweetie, but that is a good thing. Those who are sane are the ones who live the most dull and miserable lives. You don't want that do you?" I shake my head lightly. "Good." He has a grin of evil. An enchanting devil he was. So beautiful and so evil.