Damn My Heart

Chapter 19

Trigger Warning: Voilence and gore. If anybody's not comfortable feel free to skip Becky's P.O.V.

Rest assured! Enjoy!

Becky's P.O.V.

I woke up early to the sound of my alarm, reaching over the night stand quickly so as not to wake my BB up. She looks soo calm and peaceful sleeping like this, her hair tousled and lips fuller from our last night's session. It was inevitable, ever since I gained my energy back in the hospital, I'd wanted to take her, claim her to be mine but she'd been adamant not to do anything in the hospital bed. Now, I look at her, the crimson marks on he neck and shoulders....probably even below. A strand of hair falls loose on her face and I can't help before my hand makes it's way and tucks it behind her ear ever so lightly so as not to wake her up. Just as I am doing so, I find the faintest bruise mark at the nape of her neck. The faintest light blue, and something tells me it has nothing to do with last night. The softness of my eyes replaced with ice cold black. I check the time, its already 9 am in the morning and considering that we slept at dawn, she won't be waking up any soon.

*Well. It's finally time to make a visit I guess*

I get up and take a shower quickly dressing up in a loose Black shirt and a black trouser with equally black boots. I quickly write a short note to Freen and put it on the pillow next to me, grabbing the keys of my bike and helmet I make my way to the front door.

Me: Where?

5 minutes later.

Richie: Your apartment. Music room.
Richie: I'm heading out so the place is all yours.

Now that was clear I put on the helmet and started the bike, the engine revving already pumping my adrenaline. 

It takes me a total of 13 minutes to reach my apartment as I park the bike in the garage and make my way to the front door. As said, the place was locked so I fished the keys from beneath the pot on the doorway and the lock turns,  opening. My walk inside is slow and calculative, complete opposite of the erratic rhythm of my heart and the pulsating need for red. Crimson red. I make it to the 'music room' that has now been turned into his security stuff. There's one thing that no one knows about this room (of course other than Richie). Despite all the changes that Richie had made to the room, there still remained a guitar hung on the wall. An electric guitar, red base and black strings. It hung in such a way that guitars are supposed to be hanged, a little tilted but there's a mystery to the object. If someone else saw it, they'd think too...that what is a guitar doing in a security related room? Well...

I reach my hand out and move it such as it is now in a straight position and there's a little, almost inaudible click. To it's right, the wall dislodges itself, the size of a door before sliding aside revealing another room. This room, unlike any in my house, is completely white with a wooden chair for furniture. In the corner of a room is sink and beside it a small shower only covered by translucent glass on one side. Upon entering, one might not see anything weird other than this but then after moving about 3 steps, look to the right and that's where the real shit happens.

"Y-You? H-how...." he spoke, his hands and legs cuffed to the wall with chains in a spread-eagle position.

"Party's over I guess?" I arc up my eyebrow as a scowl forms on my face at the sight of his face.

Freen's P.O.V.

My eyes open at the first feel of absence of my lover when my hand went forward to grab her but found it empty. I look at the time and it's already 10 p.m. but then my eyes land on the neatly folded paper on her pillow.