Hell Himself

Truth hurts.

(Hey gang, here's your next chapter, I'll write more when I can don't come for me again)

Ameri's pov

The fall down into the basement made me knock out for a while. When I woke up, it was dark and cold. I felt the skin on my body grow with goosebumps as I slowly and subtly trembled.

I couldn't tell if I was shaking from fear or cold. I was terrified of what would happen. I hadn't seen Nate for a long time, I'm almost sure it's been nearly two years now, at the least.

My eyes started to water while I tried to get myself to look around. My head was in a lot of pain from hitting it that hard.

I looked beyond me, my clueless eyes scanning the dark room. I was tied to an unstable wooden chair, my arms tied with ductape behind my back and my legs tied down to the chair, too. The only shapes I could make out were shadows of boxes, stairs, and pillars to hold the mansion up.

But something caught my eye. Something familiar.

Through the misty dusk of the large room, I could only barely see past the dark and at the lurking figure that was stood in the corner.

Fear was swapped over with terror. Why did this one figure make me freeze up and unable to move?

I couldn't tell who it was, but it began to swiftly and slowly move. It got bigger. It got closer.

I knew it'd probably be Nate, but I was so scared of what he'd done to me all that time ago, even if it was Bill's fault.

My mind was so flooded with my own thoughts that I didn't even notice the figure stop in front of me. My head twitched up, my heart clenching when I saw Nate glaring down at me with a sinister smirk on his smug face.

"Miss me?" He loudly projected his voice in an obnoxious manner, the sudden sound eliciting a minor flinch within my frame.

My head violently shook. Why the fuck would I have missed him? I looked down again, not knowing what to say or do. I decided to stay quiet because I knew what he could do if I messed up my words or actions.

My ears perked up when I heard the basement door squeak open. The lights flicked on, and Bill came walking down the stairs.

His eyes locked with mine, and he sighed, shaking his head.

"Nate, can you lay off?"

Nate glared at Bill once he heard those words. "Lay off?" He scoffed. "We had a deal."

"Yeah, we had that deal two years ago." Bill towered over Nate in a livid manner. "That deal was sealed off in the warehouse. Remember?"

Nate scoffed, stepping back from Bill's threatening stance. "Whatever, man."

He stood in the corner of the room, and Bill came over to me. He knelt down, beginning to pick at the tape on my ankles.

I didn't say a word. I didn't look at either of them, I just stared mindlessly at the dusty wall beside me.

It took a while before my legs were finally free, and when they were, I curled them up to my chest and  hid immy face deep in them.

"Ameri, be careful." Bill sighed, standing up and coming behind me to undo my wrists.

He got his teeth and gripped onto the side of the tape, yanking his head to the side slightly and tearing the tape with his fingers.

I wasted no time before I took my arms and wrapped them around my knees. Bill put his hand on my head, rubbing the spot where I'd hit it on the floor.