Kidnapped 3

Chapter 3

While i was sleeping through the rest of the night i was woken by a loud CRASH. I lifted up from my bed and frowed. "What was that?" i whispered

I looked over at the clock and it was 1:14 in the morning.

BOOM!

I jumped and looked at the door. I also heard groans and yelling.

"whats going on?" i said to myself.

I slowly threw the sheets off of my body and slid out of bed,walking slowly towards the closed doors,getting startled by another loud noise that sounded like glass breaking.

I put my hand on the doorknob but i didn't open it. I was actually scared of what was going on out there.

"FUCK!" i heard roc yell and something else break.

I took a deep beath while my heart beat increased and slowly opened the door.

I walked slowly out of my room and to the living room.

I gasped at the sight of a trashed living room. Everything was broken and scattered around.

I slowly walked in a little more and saw roc standing in the middle of the floor with nothing on but basketball shorts. I couldn't see his face because he was facing the other way.

It was dark in the room but the reflection of the streetlights outside shined throughout the room,giving off a fant light source.

I heard him muttering stuff under his breath and he put his hands on his head as if he was worried or frustrated,thats when i saw a shiny metal figure in his hand.

"he has a knife!" i gasped to myself.

What was he doing?

I watched him some more and he put his arms down and he took a deep breath bringing the knife up to his neck,throwing his head back.

My eyes widened.

Should i stop him? Or should i let him die from what all he's done to me?

Fuck it,i'm helping him,i just can't watch him kill hiself.

I quickly flickered the lights on and yelled. "ROC STOP!"

He turned around ,facing me and my eyes went wide.

"Oh My Gosh!"

He was bleeding from his face down to his wasitline.

He had cuts all over his arms,his chest,sides,and a few on his face.

His eyes were blood shot red,and he had no emotions on his face...none what so ever.

"This shit is your fault!" he shouted pointing the knife in my direction.

"What?"

He started slowly walking over to me and then it turned in to him full out running towards me.

"AHH!" i screamed and turned around to run to my room but i felt my hair being pulled back and i was yanked to the floor.

He sat ontop of me and put the tip of the knife on my cheeck.

He still had no emotions on his face and i started to get scared.

"Roc,p-please." i studdered over my un even breathing.

"SHUTUP!" he yelled digging the knife into my cheeck some more.

"AH!" i squealed out of pain.

"You put me through all this shit. WHY DO YOU FUCKING HAVE TO LOOK LIKE HER SO DAMN MUCH?!"

Then he sliced the knife through my cheeck giving it a burning sensation instantly.

He got off of me and i held my cheeck and started screaming like i was fucking loosing my mind.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

🍃ROC🍃

I dropped the knife and covered my mouth,looking down at kieshia as she cried in pain.

"Oh no.." i say lowly. "Not again..."

I stormed over to a near-by wall and punched it "UGH! I promised i wouldn't hurt her again.."

I ran my hands over my face. "no no no no no no.."

I quickly ran back over to her. She now had blood all over her right cheeck and hands.

Why do i always feel like this? I always have a feeling when i just want to kill her but when i hurt her i feel bad and guilty. I just can't control what i do to her untill after i see her cry and scream like this. But sometimes i don't care if she cries. It depends on how bad my dis-order gets.i really need some seriouse help.

I picked her up and ran her to the bathroom laying her on the carpet that was on the floor and quickly grabbed a bottle of poroxcide and a towel from the supply closet.

I kneeled beside her. "This is gonna burn....alot babe.."

She continued to cry.

I took the top off of the bottle and poured some onto the towel.

"hold your breath.."i ordered her.

She didn't listen.

"HOLD YOUR BREATH!" i shouted.

She then closed her eyes tightly and held her breath.

I put the towel on her cheeck and covered her mouth.

And with an instant she started to scream into my hand and wiggling around like crazy for atleast a minute.

While she did that i then noticed the cuts i had over my body. I almost forgot i cut myself up.

Thats when an idea came into my head.

"I need thearopy..."