Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

33. That's My Girl

~Aeron's P.O.V

When I wake next, I'm dazed and confused as to where I am, but the feeling and stench of blood hit my nose and I recalled it all.

I'm stuck in an old abandoned school building, being beaten, bleeding from just about everywhere, I'm away from everyone I love, and dying slowly.

I shook my head and tried moving, but I felt my feet sway. I dropped my gaze to my shoes and saw that I was suspended about two feet off of the solid, tile floor. My eyes and head rose and I saw that my wrists were secured to the beams that I saw, hanging from the ceiling.

My idea came back to me. Since I couldn't get free by cutting the rope with glass, then climbing is my only alternative. If I could get to those beams, somehow, I could untie myself.

"Look who's awake," I hear.

I looked down and over at Micheal, blowing a puff of grey from his mouth; a half smoked cigarette in between his pointer finger and thumb.

"How'd you sleep, Miles?" He asked.

I clenched my jaw and glared at him.

"It's Styles, you sick, twisted fuck." I spit.

His eyes rolled back and he scoffed, taking a puff of nicotine and then came over to look up at my battered body.

"Tell me, Aeron. Why does it matter what I call you?"

"So that you know for sure who put a bullet through your skull when you're begging for me to spare your pathetic life." I reply, putting as much hate as I could into the threat.

He chuckled and took a long drag from his cigarette and grabbed my wounded hip with his free hand, pain rushing through me. He finished the cigarette and looked at the cigarette, then peeked up at me through his thin lashes as the burning tip came in contact with my tender flesh.

Tears began to surface and I blinked a few times to keep them from falling down my cheeks.

He flicked the bud through a broken window and let my hip go, backing up and picked a knife up from the table. Standing in front of me, he touched my hip with it and put his palm on the end of the knife to balance it.

"I see that punching and kicking hasn't gotten me anything, so maybe a little more pain can get the answer I want, hm?" He nodded once and tilted his head to the left.

"Micheal, I've told you a countless amount of times, that I dont know where they are." I say, calmly.

I was only calm because I was saving my energy to get free.

Micheal shook his head.

"I'm disappointed in you, Miles. I would that since you're so close to death, you'd follow the rules for once in your miserable life."

"They're not my forte." I reply, getting my hands to wrap around the pieces of rope above them.

"So I've heard. You know what's behind all of your skin, tissue, and muscles, dear? Organs. Lots of them too," He says, adding pressure to the end of the knife. "It'd be a shame if one were to be torn beyond repair."

I felt it tearing at my soft flesh, going inside of my skin and it stopped about an inch in, cries of seering pain falling from my mouth.

"Where are they?" He presses.

I swallowed the pain and my brain fogged up as he paused and waited.

"I don't kn-" I was cut off when a scream rang through me, his hand moving forward along with the blade.