you're mine

Chapter 59

I exit the bathroom, my body shaking with a concoction of fear, pain and anger. I hold my stomach, clutching at it, trying to stop the aching; and the sickness in the pit of it. I am trying to be silent despite my heavy breathing, but my feet shuffle against the wooden floors, trying their hardest to support me. Adrenaline boils inside of me and works with the small amount of orange juice to give me some energy as I move through the house, slowly to the kitchen.

I know what I have to do. I have to hurt him.

I don't want to do it, and I hate admitting that to myself. Why? Why don't I want to do it? I should want to. He deserves this, and more than that, I deserve to be free. If I wasn't in such a situation, I would slap myself for feeling so much.

I want it all to be over, I want to wake up in my white bed wrapped in pink bedding, the smell of eggs and toast in the air and sighing at the fact I had a bad dream.

But this isn't a dream.

I can think clearly now after being wrapped in his sick mind games and I know I have no other choice than to do this.

After making my way to the kitchen, my gaze rests on the knife block. Before proceeding, I take a cautious look behind me to make sure Luca isn't there. With a swift motion, I pull out a knife and carefully hide it in the waistband of my pants.

Once I make sure the knife is secure and won't fall out, I head back to the bedroom, hoping Luca hasn't grew suspicious of the time it took me. When I reach the door and push it open, I see he's staring back at me.

Ignoring his burning gaze, I climb into bed, sighing a sigh of relief as I lay down, taking pressure off of my wound, due to tensing I didn't know I was doing.

As I lay back down onto the soft mattress, Luca wastes no time in wrapping his strong arms around me, pulling me closer with an unmistakable sense of possessiveness. I have to stop myself from feeling comforted by the movement. I lay there, mentally praying to myself that he won't feel the cold, sharp edge of the knife pressed between me and the mattress. It is only inches away from where his fingertips lay, causing my heart beat to race.

"You know, one day, this will turn into a cold case. Everyone will forget our faces and our story, and we can happily live together without being bothered." Luca states, calmly.

"I guess." I mutter back to him, not having enough guts to ignore him.

"You'd like that, right? To live peacefully?" He questions me and I can hear the warning in his tone, daring me to say the wrong answer.

"Of course." I mumble in reply.

"Good. I knew you'd calm down, you know? You were being silly before." He stops to kiss my head. "I understand why you were upset, baby. But remember I'm here for you, you can't take it out on me."

I tense up at his words. Take it out on him? He killed the people I told him not to kill. Who am I meant to take it out on?

"Yeah."

"You understand now, right?"

"Yes." My monotone voice speaks.

"Good." Luca replies with satisfaction, though deep down I think he knows I don't mean it.

"I understand perfectly." I run my finger against the blade.

"It's time for sleep baby." He yawns, cutting himself off. "I'm exhausted. Big day tomorrow; or at least in a few hours."

"What do you mean by big day tomorrow." I speak, facing away from him.

"Oh you'll see." He ominously answers.

"No." My voice breaks in fear. "I don't think I will."

Swiftly, I grab the knife from my waistband and turn my hand, hitting Luca's stomach. I don't even bother turning around until the tip of the knife catches on his skin, making a quick slash from the middle of his stomach to the band of his pants. Blood starts pooling over my knuckles.

"What the fuck!" Luca furiously grips my wrist, trying to pull me closer to him.

My desperate screams flood through the room as I stab his arm repeatedly until he lets go.

Once his grip slips, I push the covers off of me and run.

Despite being injured, Luca pounces from the bed and pushes himself into me. My body flies against the wall, hitting it with an aching thud.

I moan out in pain, tears pricking at my eyes. Once the ringing in my ears slow down, I attempt to sit up, but Luca pushes me back down with his whole weight.

"Why the fuck would you do that?!" He yells, repeatedly banging my head against the floor.

"I'm sorry!" I scream, the pounding in my head becoming almost insufferable.

Thankfully, he stops. "You are?" Luca breathes so heavily I feel it hit my wet-with-tears face.

"Yes." My cries become louder.

"I don't believe you, baby." He whispers, wiping my tears.

My eyes fall on the knife beside me.

"Ah, ah, ah." He grabs the knife before I have a chance to. "This hurts like a bitch. I can't let you do it again." His hand jerks back and then forth, throwing the knife across the room near the window.

"That's okay." I breathe. "I don't need it." My fingers slide into his open wound quicker than I can even think about it. I grit my teeth as I push my hand in further, trying to cause him as much pain as possible.

Luca falls to the floor, gripping his wound once I pull my hand from it. His jaw tenses and his eyes pull shut. He groans in agony, letting his mouth fall open as he sighs.

"You know..." he laughs maliciously . "I never thought I'd thank my dad for all he done to me. But right now..." He groans, pushing myself up with his palms. "I'm grateful for my high pain tolerance."

Fuck.

My body pulls itself up and I begin to run. Instantly, I fall into the wall next to me.

My hands come up to grip my head. It throbs with an intense feeling and blurs my vision but I push through, continuing to run until I reach the door. I hear Luca gaining on me, I give one look back before closing the door behind me and running.

Authors note: happy December! 19 days until Christmas! Thank you so much for reading this update and waiting patiently for it to come! I've been spending a lot of time in hospital lately and with Christmas just around the corner, my schedule has been full! Though I'm hoping to get a few updates out and maybe finish before Christmas as my gift to you all :)