The Demons Lost Mark.

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Dallas POV

What did he just say? The he loved me? Couldn't lose me? I'm so dumbfounded I don't even know what to do. My mind is a mess, I cant think straight. I keep staring at him waiting to see if he would say anything else. He just looks at me with a nervous look in his eyes. His hands are behind his back, and his posture has stiffened. He hasn't moved a muscle. Neither have I come to think of it. Why is he all of a sudden being nice? Why in the hell would he say he loved me? If what he's done over the course of this week is how he thinks he should show love then he's more twisted than I thought. 

I hadn't noticed but he walked out of the room. I glanced over to the door as he came back in with a shirt. "I umm.. You wore this the day we met. I'm sorry for ripping your other one. Here, put this on." He tossed me the shirt and I looked at my restraints then at him. "How do you expect me to do that with one free arm?" I said waving my hand at him. He snapped his fingers and the restraints were gone. He left the room without saying anything. I looked at the shirt and it was my favorite Daughtry shirt. Now had he ripped this i'd of ripped his face off. Anyway, I slipped what was left of my other shirt off and put this one on. My whole entire body hurt from all the cuts and bruises and moving around was a struggle. Since I can now examine the whole room I noticed a bed in the corner behind where I was, with a bookshelf full of old dusty books and off to the other side is a desk with enough art supplies to fill four galleries.

"Dallas, I really truly am sorry for what I've done to you. I don't expect your forgiveness. I honestly shouldn't expect anything at all. I just, over the course of three years I fixated most of my time on finding you. Planning what to do to you once I finally had you. I was sent to kill you. So that's what I tried to do. But you somehow managed to be able to hold out for three years. Longer than anyone I've gone after. It ticked me off at first. But after awhile I turned it into a game of hide and seek. Then what do I know, you show up at my door all because your truck broke down. Believe me when I say I wanted to kill you right then and there. But something told me not to. I started second guessing myself, and I went to far with what I have done to you. I tried to tell myself you were just a mark and nothing more. But I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I've crossed the line. Actually I've more than crossed it. I used it as a jump rope. I hurt you, and I cant take any of it back, but please at least stay here with me. You can have your own room. You don't have to even act like i'm here. But please stay. Please... Don't go.."

I turned and saw him leaning against the door frame with his head down. I didn't know what to say. Granted there is no point in me going back home, i'm most likely out of a job and my house is empty. All I had was a bed, a desk, a router, and all my art supplies. But why would I stay with the guy who wanted me dead, and could be acting this way to make it easier to kill me? Is this a risk I want to take? 

I looked down at my left hand. I looked over all my injuries fully. He did this to me. It was his job to kill me, so why keep me and do this? I had so many questions but I could tell he had little to no answers. At least not the ones I wanted to hear. After I was done, I got angry. I went over the events in my head over and over of this week. Remembering each slice, each cut, and the grin he had while doing so. I glared at him while he kept his head down. I stomped over to him and he still looked at the floor. I was done playing his games, I was done being here, I was done being hurt. I'm just done. I lifted his head and made him look at me. 

"Do you see this?" I started pointing out all my wounds to him. "Do you see all of this you've done?" I lifted my shirt " This too. The grin you had while cutting me. The pure evil you showed when you punched me." Then I pointed out the bruises on my arms from him grabbing them. "These when you would yell at me or just aim to hurt me in any and every way possible. You expect me to just forget this all happened and stay here with you? You who hurt me. You who tried to break me." I grabbed his arms the way he did mine and squeezed them as hard as I could they way he did me. " YOU WHO WANTS ME DEAD." 

I let go of his arms and held his gaze. I wanted him to know the pain hes caused. Its unforgivable. All of it. I don't know what hes got up his sleeve. But I aim to find out. I cant exactly leave I have no idea where I am. I have no choice but to stay. It cant be to hard to shut him out. 

"At the beginning yes I wanted you dead. It was my job. They only thing i'm good at. I had three whole years to get to know every little detail about you. But you've shown me more in a week than I could've ever learned. I know I haven't broken you. I know you're still human. I can't change what I've done. I cant undo the damage I've caused you. But I can do this."

He reached out his hand and I backed away. Whatever he was doing I doubt it was going to be anything good considering his track record. He kept coming closer to me until I backed into a wall. I started to breathe a little faster afraid of what was gonna happen. He grabbed my arm and for some reason something inside me flipped like a switch. I started kicking and screaming and punching at him trying to get away but he pulled me into him and held me there until I stopped moving. I slowly started to sink to the floor and he went down with me still holding me. I began sobbing. All my past experiences up until this point flashing through my mind like a movie. I couldn't control anything. I just kept sobbing until I couldn't cry anymore. My eyes were puffy and burned. I couldn't keep them open. I just sat there in silence while Dark held me patting my head and saying over and over "I know, its okay. I was you once. You'll be alright. I promise to make sure you'll be alright. I'm not gonna leave you." I don't know exactly when I fell asleep. But after that I just passed out. I felt arms around me and I was lifted into the air. I was set down on a soft surface but I couldn't open my eyes. They stung to much from crying. 

"Just sleep. Everything will be okay. I promise."

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Good or bad I cried a little while writing this chapter? I've got alot of ideas for this book. I'm proud of how well its doing right now. Thank you those of you who reads this. It means so much that people actually like it :)

Tell me though, good or bad chapter? Is it too emotional? Am I doing anything I should tone down on? 

Oh and the torture and that stuff isn't over. It'll be back later on, so be prepared for it. 

So yea... Anyway

Thank you all for reading and Ill see you guys in the next chapter! 

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