Hell Himself

Getaway.

Ameri's pov

It had been at least a week since Tom tried to shoot me. As crazy as it is, Bill surprisingly kept his promise. I didn't think he'd do it. He'd been getting slightly distant, but he hadn't hit me since he found out that Tom and I had sex after he got out of hospital.

I was on Bill's bed, staring blankly at the window and just thinking to myself. I had nothing to do, Bill wasn't talking to me today.

Groaning boredly, I arose from the mattress. My feet dragged across the carpeted floor in a half asked manner as I made my way to the big, wooden door.

A sigh left my mouth as my hand grabbed the handle, twisting and opening the door. It creaked, and the hallway came into sight. I walked out, trying to find something to do.

If I didn't talk to someone, I'd go crazy. I haven't had an interaction with anyone for three straight days.

My head was down as I walked, so I didn't see Gustav before I bumped into his chest.

He huffed, growling and looking at me with a deep glare.

"Watch where you're fucking going, will you?"

I nodded, staring at the back of his head when he turned around again and walked the way he came.

I hesitantly spoke. "Wait, Gustav." I awkwardly stood there, slightly quiet.

He turned back around, his hand on the stair railing. "Yeah, what?"

I looked behind me before speaking. "You seen Bill anywhere?" My gaze shifted back to his face. "He's been kind of avoiding me."

He paused, his eyebrows crunching in confusion and unknowingness. "I don't fucking know." He scoffed, shaking his head. "He's probably just tired already. It's Bill, you never know."

He walked away and down the stairs before I could even reply.

"Well, fuck you then." I muttered under my breath and folded my arms. My eyes rolled in irritation, and I started to strut down the hallway.

The boredom inside of me was eating away. I couldn't even explain how slow time was moving today.

An annoyed groan grumbled in my throat as I turned back and stomped down the stairs.

To my miracle surprise, I finally saw Bill. My feet trailed toward him, a small smile on my face.

"Hey." I spoke, getting his attention. "Where were you today?"

He looked at me and shrugged, an unbithered look plastered on his face. I frowned, fiddling with the tips of my fingers.

"Um." I began, trying to build up on my words as I went along. "Why haven't you been talking to me?"

"Busy." The word came from his mouth as soon as my sentence finished. It was almost as if he wanted me to leave.

I began getting agitated at his hostility. "With?"

His head snapped toward me, and he stormed in my direction, backing me into the wall of the downstairs hallway.

"None of your fucking business." He spat, his finger sharp in my face.

My eyes widened at his aggressiveness. I pushed his finger out of my face in fear.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, watching as the expression on his face turned livid. It was obvious that I'd clicked a button that shouldn't have been clicked.

Suddenly, my vision was blurry, and my eyes rang loudly. I found myself on the floor, my hands pressed against the marble ground. I looked around, blinking slowly. A large sting faded into my jaw, my shaky hand rubbing the spot. It took me a while to register, but I quickly regained knowledge and realised that he'd hit me. I pressed my eyes shut, rolling them open and trying to clear my vision. I felt warm tears trail down the sting on my face, uncontrollable and out of the blue. I got up, holding onto the doorframe as I tried to steady myself.

I heard a loud curse word get barked, a door slamming shut and stomps echoing through my head. When I was finally able to look up, I saw no one there. I turned my head slightly to the left, seeing Georg stood there in shock.

"Uh." He didn't know what to say, and that was obvious. "You okay? That was... quite the hit you took."

I gave a tiny smile, nodding and quickly dragging my legs up the stairs. I began to cry, sprinting up the stairs and through the corridors. I went back into Bill's room, slamming the door shut and sitting on the bed again.

I don't understand why he did this to me.

That promise he made? Clearly bullshit.

I don't know what happened with Tom, why he suddenly got so damn mad is unknown. But I don't know why Bill lied about being gentle and sorry either.

I was sobbing harshly, shaking in my skin at the delayed even that I'd just witnessed. It was so uncalled for. I looked over to the desk, spotting Bill's car keys and getting a dangerous thought in my head.

I shot up, grabbed the keys, and only observed as my legs subconsciously took me back to where I came from. I didn't even care about anything I owned being left in here.

I just wanted to get away.

I tried to be quiet, my heartbeat thundering up a storm in my chest as the fear of being caught got bigger. There was thankfully no one here, so getting to the garage was really easy. I silently opened the door, slowly and carefully clicking it shut again. I practically bolted to Bill's obnoxious black ferrari. I unlocked the door, crawling into the drivers seat. I sat down, the door still open when I started to hear Bill scream.

It was hard to make out, but I knew he was screaming for his car keys. That, and me.

I didn't even think before grabbing the remote and pressing the button to open the garage door. Slamming the car door shut, I turned the keys and heard the engine rumble.

Bill suddenly appeared, his chest moving up and down with so little ease. You'd see it from a mile away. I stomped on the pedals and messed with the wheel. I couldn't even drive. I tried to figure it out, crashing into the wall a few times and hearing Bill's desperate scream now filled with absolute anger as he watched his car get scratched and slightly broken.

"Fuck, fuck, shit." I cursed myself for not being quick enough.

Bill didn't try to get to me since the car was all around the place. He'd get hit. His hands were on the back of his head as his shouts and yells continued.

"Ameri!" He pleaded. "You crazy bitch, my fucking car!"

He was so shocked, all he could do was sit and watch.

After what felt like years, I got the hang of the car and sped it out of the garage. I sighed in relief, my eyes set on the road as I just drove.

I didn't even know where I was going. These last few months had been hell, and I was getting out.

I finally did it.

That thought lasted ten seconds before I saw Gustav's car in the rear view mirror. It was Bill driving.

Well, shit.

I panicked, losing attention to the roads and slamming into a tree. I flew forward, the car stopping. My body smashed through the windscreen, falling to the floor and laying weakly.

I heard Bill's muffled voice yell for me, his feet sprinting after me.

I couldn't hear anything else or see anything else, for that matter, because I blacked out.

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