Broken. (The sequel to 'Yes Mr.Sykes') - (COMPLETED)

Part 18 - "That's It."

NATHAN'S P.O.V

I started to come around eventually, it felt like I'd been knocked out for hours, which I probably had been.

My head was pounding with such intensity that it gave a drummer a run for his money.

I slowly opened my eyes as the light hit them, instantly making my headache worse. I groaned slightly in pain as I tried to move my hands, finding that they were tied to the chair I was slumped on.

I opened my eyes again, blinking a few times to let my eyes adjust to the lighting in the room. What was this room?

I'd never been in here before.

It looked like a basement; it was dark, cold and hollow.

I tried to pull my hands as they were tied to the back of the chair, and they were tied way too tight. I knew that the ropes would leave marks.

I sighed, leaning my head back before leaning forward again, attempting to loosen my wrists, failing.

How the hell was I going to get out of this? And where the hell was Jay?! He was the one that did this to me, was he just going to leave me in here?

Leave me to rot until I die?

No, he wouldn't do that. That was too easy. Jay wouldn't just want me to die, he wanted to hurt me properly, not just have red wrists.

God knows how long I would be waiting here for him; I didn't even know how long I'd been in here so far.

There was no way of knowing what time it was, I had no watch on, obviously Jay had taken my phone incase I tried to get in contact with Beth.

Shit, Beth.

Oh fuck.

What if Jay went after Beth? I knew he wouldn't hurt her or Grace, they meant way too much to Jay.

Maybe he had locked me in here so he could tell them that I've gone missing, walked out on them because I couldn't handle that Grace wasn't mine, or even worse, if he told them I was... Dead.

I swallowed the fear that was rising in my throat. No, I couldn't think about him and Beth together, the thought of it would make me crumble.

I looked over at the door as it slowly began to open.

Jay.

Stood there in the flesh.

"Hello, Nathan. Nice to see you awake." Jay smirked as he strolled over to me.

I glared at him.

"What the hell do you want with me, Jay?" I sighed, sitting up as far as I could with my hands and ankles still bound together.

"What do you think?" he chuckled, holding my phone up between his thumb and his forefinger.

I looked at him, a confused expression forming on my face.

"What's it gotta do with my phone?" I asked.

Jay stepped closer to me, leaning down to my height.

"You'll call Beth and leave her, explain that you can't cope that Grace isn't yours. Call the engagement off; say you met someone else and that you're leaving the country." Jay smiled.

I frowned instantly, letting out a chuckle no matter how scared I was.

"Are you serious?" I chuckled, shaking my head. "No way in hell am I doing that, don't be so stupid."

Jay narrowed his eyes at me, taking a deep breath. His muscles tightened under his shirt.

I closed my eyes as my head started to pound again as I let out a little whimper.

Fuck, why the hell was it hurting so much? I opened my eyes slightly as I felt something dripping down my neck, onto my shoulder.

Shit, I knew instantly that it was blood. What else could it be? I doubt Jay's basement was bloody leaking.

"Jay." I mumbled weakly.

He stepped closer to me again, smirking as he saw the blood. "Well, looks like you won't last that much longer anyway, so don't bother telling Beth that you're leaving her. You'll be dead by time the sun sets."

I groaned slightly as I looked up at him, leaning my head up again.

"You won't get away with this you know. Beth will come looking for me, here. She knows I came to attempt to sort things out with you." I mumbled.

Jay's face fell. Ha!

He thought I'd come here and Beth wouldn't figure it out.

Good luck with your plan then. I hoped Beth would come here sooner rather than later because I was loosing more and more blood with every passing minute, and it would become unbearable soon and I'd end up passing out again.

Jay's frown soon formed into a smirk again, as he pulled a hand gun out of his back pocket.

This time, it was my face that felt. I physically felt the colour drain from my face as I stared at the gun which was now firmly in his tight grip.

Oh my god, this couldn't be happening.

I instantly started panicking, trying to hardest to get my hands out of these god damn ropes. They were starting to burn and rip my skin to shreds but I really didn't care.

I'd take shredded wrists over my fucking life.

Jay chuckled as he saw me starting to panic, leaning down so his face was less than a centimetre away from mine.

"You won't get out of here alive, trust me Nathan. I'll be nice and let you say goodbye to Beth, but you dare say anything about where you are, who you're with or what I'm doing, and I'll make sure that she pays for your actions." Jay smirked, a sly smirk forming on his lips, his eyes sparkling.

I was clearly wrong about what I said; he'd go to any extreme to hurt me, even if that involved him hurting Beth, who he was supposed to be in love with. And she was the mother of his child.

Had he gone completely fucking mental?!

I nodded slightly as he pulled my phone out of his pocket again; dialling Beth's number before he held the phone to my ear for me.

I knew he wouldn't untie my wrists and let me hold the phone myself; he wasn't stupid, he knew I'd try to get out.

My eyes instantly sprung up with tears as I heard her voice.

"Beth?" I mumbled, taking slow but deep breaths.

"Nath? Where are you?" Beth sighed.

I could hear the sadness in her voice but I had to do what Jay said if I wanted to keep her alive, and Grace to still have her mother.

"Beth, I love you okay?" I mumbled as tears started to travel down my cheeks.

"Nathan? What's wrong? Why are you speaking like this?" Beth said, starting to sound as panicked as I was feeling.

I breathed out, glancing up at Jay, whose face still remained with a smirk on it.

"Just shut up for a second and listen to me." I sighed, I hated being this blunt with her but I really didn't know how much time Jay would give me on the phone to her.

"I love you, so fucking much that its killing me, but I want you and Grace to be happy, and I can't give you that anymore.

You're my one true love and always will be. I'm so sorry." I mumbled as Jay pulled the phone away from my ear and ended the call.

I instantly dropped my head, not wanting Jay to see how much this was breaking me.

"Well. That's it Nathan." He chuckled.

Yeah.

That's it.