Hush

2

I wake up with a groan, blinking when the light hits my eyes. I didn't recognize where I was. It was bright and I felt a cold and hard substance under me. The more I blink the room comes into focus.

It was completely white and reminded me of a hospital because of the temperature and smell.

Was it all a dream? Did I sick or something and end up in the hospital? Was I going to be fine?

"I didn't want to hurt you by putting your arm back in socket while you were conscious so I knocked you out." I hear Satan's voice. I felt tears come to my eyes as I realized it wasn't a dream. Sobs shake my body and hopeless whimpers escape my lips. He comes into view, his perfect hair falling as his green eyes held worry and sadness.

"Does it still hurt? I have some pain meds." He says, glancing away. I shake my head and keep crying.

"Please stop crying Valentine. I'm sorry, I know you don't want to be here but it'll get better, I promise! I'll make everything better and everything will be okay. You'll love it here!" He says, stroking my cheek softly as I cried. He unchained me and sat down on the cold metal surgical table, pulling me into his lap and cradling me, rocking back and forth. At the moment I didn't care. I felt hurt, betrayed, lost, angry, horribly dirty.

After a few minutes I shoved away from him, falling to the cold floor. Did he just have a hospital in his home? I stood and turned to see him giving me a sad look, a hurt and sad look. Why was he hurt and sad? He's the one that kidnapped me!

"I want to go home." I say, voice wavering as the room slightly started to spin. I noticed the hunger had gone away and knew I was starving. He probably didn't care. He obviously liked seeing me in pain.

"Valen...I can't let you go." He says sternly, standing and grabbing my shoulders. I pushed him away, stumbling back and losing my balance. He rushes forward and catches me, a hand on my lower back and one on my upper, him bending over me and my hands clenched in his shirts fabric. I feel a blush spread over my cheeks and scowl. He pulled me up and held me to his chest, his arms resting tightly around my torso.

"Valen...please...let's get you something to eat so you don't start hallucinating." I nod but pull away again, this time he let me. I left my head down, watching my bare feet as I walked. He kept glancing at me as he lead me through the house, I could feel it. Sometimes I'd wobble and he'd try to catch me but I wouldn't let him. I would slap his hand away and lean on the wall with my eyes closed until the dizziness passed and we'd keep going.

His kitchen, just like his house, was huge. It branched off of the long hall we walked through and off of the living room.

"Im going to make some spaghetti," He says. He made me sit down in one of the chairs and I laid my head on the table, making sure to keep myself from looking at him as he cooked. What did he want from me? My parents aren't rich, no one in my family is. We don't have anything that he'd want. Oh God what if he wanted to use me as a slave? I'm not gay though! I mean...I don't think I am. I never really thought about it. I've never been completely opposed to dating a guy but I never tried either. I've only ever dated one person and all, and now she was going to be worrying insanely about me. What if he just wanted to torture me? I never did anything bad why did this happen to me? I exercise regularly and meditate. I help people. I'm nice. I have all A's and was going to get accepted into college early because I was going to graduate this year. My girlfriend will be worried, my family will be worried. They had to be looking for me right? They had to be, they'll find me and I'll be okay, everything will go back to normal.

"Valen, you okay?" I hear it ask. I turn my head and give him a blank stare. He sighed and set a plate of steaming spaghetti in front of me. I look at it for a moment before sitting up and grabbing the fork, moving it around some and picking up a fork full and letting it cool some before eating it. It didn't taste half bad honestly.

"You can take a shower after, I've got some of your clothes." He says, crossing his arms and watching me.

He has my clothes?

I look over at him and arch a brow. Maybe he had my meds too. I was bipolar like crazy and took them to keep myself from ripping people apart when they said the wrong thing.

"Okay..." is all I say, looking back down at my food and wonder if he drugged or poisoned it. Who knows.

Once I was done eating he showed me where the bathroom was. It was on the second floor to the right, the first door. It looked gorgeous. All white and gold. I shut the door and see it doesn't have a lock on it, my mouth falls open and I give a small groan. He could just come in!

I turn the water on and get undressed as quickly as I could. I got into the shower and nearly melted. I let out a pleased moan as the water started to relax my tensed up muscles. I let my head drop and cross my arms with a smile for a minute before grabbing the bottle of shampoo and smelling it. It smelled like lavender; I love lavender. I squeezed some out and scrubbed my hair with it till the entire bathroom was smelling of lavender. I rinsed it and grabbed the body soap which also smelled of lavender. I poured some on a light blue luffa and scrubbed down my body and rinsed. God, I felt so much better without being covered in grime.

I decide to sit down and pull my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them as I laid my head there, letting the water relax me more.

My eyes snap open and I'm shrouded in blackness, the water was gone and I was clothed.

How did I get here? I was in the shower, right? I moved my arms and felt the shackles there again.

Did he bring me here and dress me?

Did I fall asleep in the shower?

Did he see me naked!?

My face turns beet red and I stand and pull at the chains as hard as I can until my wrists start to feel like they're ripping apart. Oh God what if he did something? How did I sleep through that?

"Valen what are you doing?" Braden asks, coming in and furrowing his brows. I jump and turn to face him, backing against the wall and glaring at him. He sighed at my actions and came closer. "Valen please stop being so angry with me. I only did it to help you." He says and comes closer even more so.

"To help me?!" I yell in anger. "If you wanted to help me you'd have never even come near me!" I felt the tears in my eyes but kept them back as I yelled. "If you wanted to help me I would be at home and having fun or asleep!" I yelled louder. I didn't want to be here so I would show him that. I could see the hurt on his face, though, and it made me sad, but I ignored it and kept going. "If you wanted to help me you'd fuck off somewhere and let me go!" My voice had reached a screech and he ran at me, faster than I could track. His arm slammed against my throat and slammed my head against the wall. I choked and gagged as his arm and gripped it, trying to get it off of me.

"I was trying to help you. I saw how you were treated at school, and how you were treated at home. Your little slut of a 'girlfriend' was cheating on you with the guy who bullies you the most, I saw them! I saw what you wrote in your journal and the music you listen to! I saw the prescriptions and the razors and I hear your parents talking! I know you were going to be a model but I couldn't let you give away that beautiful body of yours for money!" He yells in my face as things slowly started to narrow and become blurry. He'd been stalking me? For how long? "If you want me to leave, then fine. Ill leave, but you're staying here." He says, his voice dropping to a terrifying quietness. His arm leaves my throat and I fall, gasping and coughing as the oxygen rushed to my system, almost throwing up. I heard the door slam and everything fell to darkness again as I recovered from my near death.

He was going to just leave me here to rot...