Hell Himself

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Ameri's pov

I woke up in a hospital bed. I don't even know what happened. It all went by so fast.

One minute, I was smashing a car into a tree, trying to get away from Bill, and the next, I'm in hospital.

I could hear the faint beep of the heart monitor running smoothly as I adjusted to the sounds and sights of the room. My vision was having a hard time settling into the feeling of being real again, but it got there with a delayed switch.

I groaned as I sat up, hissing in pain and looking down. I had bandages around my waist, wrists, and tubes connected to me.

I looked up, trying to get some sort of idea of where I was and if anyone was here with me.

My eyes scanned the empty room, my heavy head  laying back against the pillows. My eyes just started to close when I heard the door open and shut.

The nurse smiled at me, heels clacking against the marble floor as she made her way over to me.

She set her clipboard down. "Hey, Ameri."

I lifted my head, flashing a small smile and watching her sit next to the bed. "Hey."

"How are you feeling?" She leaned back in her chair, clicking her pen and picking her clipboard up again.

I shrugged, playing with my pale fingers boredly. "I don't know." I began with a sigh. "Bored. Lonely, confused. And hurt."

I could hear the sad breath exit the nurses mouth and feel the sorrowful expression she gave me when I said that.

"You've been out for a while."

I nodded in agreement, although I didn't exactly know what I was agreeing with.

She waited for a response, which she didn't get. So, she decided to finish her sentence.

"You've been in a coma for a year."

My eyes widened. What the fuck? I knew the crash might have been bad, maybe put me away for a few weeks - but never did it come to my head that it'd been a whole ass year.

All because of Bill.

"You're okay, but -"

"Where is Bill?" I interrupted her.

She looked at me with a stunned look. Her words came out in stammers and splutters for a moment before she spoke properly.

"Well, I," clearly, she was struck with a question she didn't expect. "No one knows. He and his gang haven't been around since you came into hospital."

I rolled my eyes. I'd had enough of him, his stupid fucking gang.

But, for whatever reason at all, I wanted them around. It felt weird not having these huge men around me. While I felt like they'd kill me if I looked strangely at them, their control over everyone else in the world somehow made me feel a small sense of safety.

That was because I knew they'd do anything to make sure I wasn't hurt, just so Bill could have me back to hurt even more.

I ripped the tubes out of my nose, unhooked myself from all of the machines, and stood up. The nurse shot up instantly, holding me up to steady me.

"Woah, Ameri!" She gasped out, eyes wide. "What on earth are you doing?"

I pushed her off, grabbing the clothes I had in a bag that someone had left me for when I woke up.

"I'm going home."

I walked out of the room like a grandma, getting used to the feeling of being on my feet again. I walked down the halls, ignoring any patient or doctor who spoke to me.

I pushed open the doors to the bathroom, stomping inside and getting myself into a cubicle. I didn't even want to look at the mirrors, I just wanted to get out.

I knew I looked a mess, I'd been out for a year, and it wouldn't surprise me. I got out of the hospital gown, throwing it to the side. I grabbed my jeans, pulling them on and ignoring the severe amount of scars I had on my thighs from minor cuts that had healed after the accident. I put my bra on, weakly lifting my arms to slide my shirt over my head.

With a huff, I looked in the bag and pulled out a hairbrush. I was so glad I had that because my hair was knotty as hell. They couldn't have brushed it when I was in a coma? 

I finished brushing the knots out, ignoring how dirty I felt, considering I hadn't showered for what feels like forever.

I chucked the brush back into the bag, grabbed it, and threw it over my shoulder. My tired eyes stared straight down while I walked out of the bathroom, down the halls, and toward reception.

I got out of the hospital within five minutes, and I began walking down the street. I suddenly felt a familiar feeling. I twisted my head up, my eyes widening to see the pathway to Bill's mansion. I don't know what got into me, if it was muscle memory, or if I just missed them.

I sprinted to the front door, banging on it and holding my breath as tears began to form in my eyes.

It felt like everything had stopped when the door opened and my eyes met his.

His beautiful, dark eyes.

I practically threw myself at him as I started crying, breaking down. I felt his big, strong arms envelop me in his embrace, bringing me close.

"Ameri, I..." Bill stuttered, sighing.

I knew what was going to happen. I might not have known him for years and years, but nearly two years is enough to know that he was going to be sweet and gentle and then switch up and start hurting me again.

He brought his hand to my cheek, wiping my tears away and looking my face over in wonder.

"You're here." He sounded like he couldn't believe that my face was real. "You're awake."

I nodded, letting out a sob when he pushed my head down onto his chest with a huff.

He suddenly pulled me inside, shutting and locking the door as he took me to the living room and sat me on a couch.

"Where's Tom?" I asked quietly, biting my nails viciously.

Bill sat down on another couch, looking down and shrugging dryly. "Didn't come back after he left."

My heart dropped. I knew Tom would leave for a while, but he still hadn't come back?

I looked around. All of the photos of Bill, Gustav, Georg, and Tom together were taken down.

That's when another thought came in. "Where are Georg and Gustav?"

Bill rolled his eyes and sat back, folding his arms. "God, can you be any nosier? They're looking around the country for Tom."

I didn't answer. I got up, walking away and taking in the sight of everything. I went toward the basement in curiosity, opening the door handle.

I just wanted to take a look.

I felt Bill behind me, feeling his hands snake around my waist. I smiled, turning around.

My happy look faded into meer horror.

I had no time to react before I got pushed down the basement stairs with a screech, the door slamming, and my body smacking the floor.

Nate was back?

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