The Arrangement

Chapter Forty-Five

Blair

I am not fucking staying in this cabin another minute. If I have to crawl my way back home then so fucking be it because I have watched enough murder documentaries to know that this cannot and will not end well for me.

The problem is with each excruciating step I take my head spins, dizziness coming over me making it even harder for me to keep going.

I just about make it out into the bedroom before I slump against the wall, everything seeming to hit me at once as I curl over and heave, bile forcing its way up my throat as I vomit everywhere.

I really didn't think this day could get any worse yet it does.

As if wetting myself wasn't bad enough, I now have to vomit everywhere too.

The moment that door swung open I went into complete fight mode, the fear coursing through me, fuelling my every movement as a haze swept over me and the only thing I focused on was getting out of this room.

I had no idea what Ashton was going to do to me and even though I knew I didn't stand a chance against him or any of them there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to go down without a fight.

That fight seeming to have dissipated now as Ashton gently strokes my back as I continue to dry heaves, my body feeling as if it's gone through complete hell, exhaustion taking over as I feel as if I have nothing left in me.

"I won't let you lock me away like her" I breathe, finally forcing myself upright. "Either kill me or let me go"

He blanches back slightly at my accusation but to my surprise there doesn't seem to be any anger in his expression, he seems more hurt than anything.

"Blair we're not going to hurt you" he says softly repeating what he's already said a million times over.

He can keep saying it until the cows come home for all I care, I don't fucking believe him.

"No?" I snap using everything I have in me to get my feet moving again. "Because I'm not fucking hurting right now because of you am I?" I hiss the words accentuated a little bit more when I take a step. "I bet that's what you said to Jamie before you drove her insane wasn't it"

There's something that shifts in his expression so quickly I almost miss it. "What did you just say?" He asks a slight edge to his tone that me attempting to pick up my pace as I shuffle towards the door.

He's not exactly attempt to stop me but he does move with me and I don't like that at all.

I can feel the bandages on my feet start to get damp but it doesn't stop me, nor does the pain. Instead I force myself to grit my teeth and keep moving.

"Was this what you did to her? Did you lock her down here until she snapped and couldn't take it anymore?" I growl at him finally making it out to the hallway.

"I watched shit like this before" I continue even though he hasn't said a word. "You break them until they have no other option but to need you, begin trusting you again." Some how the talking is a slight distraction and the more I speak the more angry I get forcing me to continue to run off the adrenaline. "Then you do it all over again" I hiss still going, "psychological torture"

Only now does he speak as quite literally steps ahead of me stopping me in my tracks. "Blair will you shut up for a minute and explain what the hell you're on about"

"No!" I snap attempting to shove him out the way by pushing him with my arm, but all it does is cause me to slump against the wall.

I feel so hot all of a sudden, sweat beading at the nape of my neck I have no other choice but to rest my head against the wall as I attempt to collect myself. I don't even realise I've closed my eyes until I hear pounding footsteps coming towards me.