Poison Of Eternity [ 18+ ]

7. 𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯

One would argue that this is an excuse to see her after all this time, but I would argue that in the back of her mind, I live there relentlessly haunting her. 

I would also like to argue that I'm returning the favour. She gets to sneak into my life, and I'll abruptly enter hers once again. It's what I'm good at. I dont think she will ever lean that lesson.

I feel the cold metal chair and the shackles pinch against my skin as I shake around in it. 

My body is in agony, but the kind of agony she will cure me from with one glance of her beauty. 

I was upset for the past few years. But at the end of it all, I let her live in hopes she could have a hold of me one last time before I let all of hell unleash.

I run my face across my shoulder, messing up my hair and wiping the dry blood off. 

Amidst the shadows, the door gently swings open. Hearing distant chatter, then hearing it all go silent again as she shuts door behind her. 

Her sweet smell fills the air left in my lungs.

"Miss me." I close my eyes, taking in the shift in the air as she walks around me. I feel her nails dig deep into my scalp, yanking my head back. 

She smirks. "No, I did not." Her eyes glisten in the dim light. Memories flood my train of thought 

She whips my head forward. Dragging a metal chair along the concrete floor. 

I feel my body repulse as she drags it in front of me. 

"Well, dont you look beautiful, just like I remembered." I chirp.

She scoffs, "What kind of spell did you cast on us to bring you back to me alive." she pauses, running her left hand over her top. I watch her hand closely as an engagement ring sparkles. 

"Well, maybe we should start with you first, nice rock." I nod my head in the direction of her resting hands. 

"Thank you." she smirks as she looks down, admiring her ring. 

Part of me sinks internally. I wish that it could've been me. But I picked a different path, and now I suffer the consequences. 

"I didn't know that my life was such a bother to you after what all went down. I figured we would move past this?" I chuckle under my breath. 

"No, Mitch, we will never move past any of that. Nothing my father made me do is something I can move past from. It literally made me into who - " she stops for a second, glancing down. "Who, and what I am today. He shaped me into something I regret every day."

"I am sorry for your loss. I admit killing your father wasn't meant to cause such an uproar. But everything you pulled after the fact, I admire. You are one strong woman, Val." I mutter those last few words, attempting to twist my heel on the ground to distract myself. 

"I'm sorry that we fell in love." I whisper.

She has spent all this time and effort searching for my weakness.

And yet this entire time, it's been her. 

"I'm sorry. For all of it." I add. 

She turns her head sideways, giving me her puzzled look. 

I rub my face against my arm again. I'm trying to keep my emotions in check, not letting whatever guard I have left down. 

She stands up, pulling a set of keys from her pocket as she walks my way again.

"Dont move. They bite." she says.

"Little late for that." I say as I wiggle my wrists. 

She turns the key, letting me free. 

"The rest comes off when I get what I want, Hayes." She stands directly in my reach. 

I look up, doe eyed. 

"You miss me, Miller. Admit it.." I run my hands over the dried blood I missed earlier.

"I would rather not. Stay put. I need to grab something." She swings the keys in front of me, then turns around and out of the room for only a short moment. I shut my eyes, laying my head back. 

The door opens again, and she walks in with a few clothes and a water basin.

"How long have you kept me down here?" I dont remember much after Vincent's rage entrance.

"Well. Let's see." she squeezes the water from the cloth in hand, walking back over towards me. 

"We had to fish the bullet out of you, and then Vince let out some rage a week or so ago, then we gave you time to recover from all that. And brought you here two nights ago." So maybe a month. I'm trying to math that all in my head, but the headache of being conscious kicks in, 

A somewhat warm cloth is placed gently across my face. As she wipes the excess gunk off. 

"What are you doing?" I inquire. 

She doesn't respond. 

I shut my mouth. 

"Take your shirt off. I need to check the stiches." She demands. I lift the shirt above my arms and off. 

"You just wanted to see my sweet abs Miller." I joke. She presses hard on the stiches as I cuss out at her. 

"Shut up. Or I will leave you dirty so you get an infection and die." She says, releasing the pressure. 

"Understood." I say, cringing in pain every time she presses hard on my chest to scrub my blood off my skin. 

She sets herself in my lap. Looking in my eyes as her touch becomes more gentle. Running a clean cloth against my lips.

I look deeply into her eyes, running my hand along the back of her neck. 

"You're a tease." she scoffs, gently shutting her eyes as I run my hand down her back, massaging the knot I feel through the back of her shirt.

I position my other hand to hold her waist as she sits on my lap.

She runs her hand over my cheek. "You know, despite what you may think. I am completely capable of taking care of myself." I whisper to her, reaching for the cloth, but she pulls away and out of my reach, whacking my hand out of her way. 

"You're supposed to kill me, Val." she closes her eyes. "Not care for me like I'm some patient." 

"I know." she sighs. 

"If you're thinking about everything that happened -" I stroke her hair. "I never got over it." 

"You know everything you need to know to finish me off. Why dont you?" Her eyes open. 

"I can't bring myself to do it. So I send everyone else after you, hoping they have the balls to pull the trigger. In the end, all I will have to deal with is your corpse. But no. Here you are." she says as the room feels like it's sucked the air from our lungs.

"If this is the last time I see you, I will die happy Val." I say as I brush the back of her hand against my lips. Kissing her skin softly. 

"Every forsaken glace I catch of you kills me more than any amount of ammunition would. I can't seem to shake you from my mind. You are forever engraved in my heart."

"I will always love you even if your father never agreed with those intentions." I say as she gets up, setting the cloth in the basin and walks out of the room, leaving me to sit her conscious with my thoughts yet again.