Falling Apart

Chapter 48

Jenna's POV

The next time I wake up, the sun is blinding me and my body is aching. The first thing I notice when my eyes focus is Ian still sitting over me. "How are you feeling?"

I try to move but my burnt body is still glued to the forest floor. "Stop acting like we're friends. Do you not remember everything that you did to me?" I remind him and he looks sorry for a second

"I was hoping saving your life could...maybe make up for that?" He asks it like a question.

"Not a chance in hell." I still don't know why he even bothered saving me. "Is that the only reason why you got me out of there? You just thought that could make up for everything?"

"No, of course not. I believe you and I have something special, and I didn't want to lose you."

"You're a psychopath. We don't have anything. You have a wife, and you raped me. All you want from me is forgiveness so you can stop feeling sorry for yourself, but that's not going to happen."

He looks down for a second before brushing the soil off of me. "So how do you reckon we get out of here? I had to drag us further into the forest last night when the police came, but no one will find us here. I think we should meet up with Kelly, eat and clean ourselves up..."

I stop him before he can finish. "I told you we aren't doing anything together. There isn't a 'we'. I mean, thanks for saving me, but you still ruined my life. I wouldn't have had to be in there if it weren't for you."

"You know, you're making it really hard for me to apologize. Do you want me to say it? I'm sorry." He lets it out and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. Of all the horrible things I've committed, I regret what I did to you the most. I know you..."

"No," I interrupt his pathetic speech, "You don't know me. And you don't get to say sorry. Every night you violated me, hurt me. You were never sorry then, and I'm not about to believe you're sorry now. If you really want to help me, you'll leave me alone." I tell him and I'm able to sit up. I wipe off the rest of the dirt on my arms.

I can't bother talking anymore with the sore throat I have and all I want more than anything right now is a bottle of water. My back is killing me and I can feel the blisters littering my body boil the more I think about it. Trying to get my mind off of the pain, I look off in the distance to the still smoking ashes of the building I was trapped in for what felt like an eternity.

Ian doesn't allow the silence I crave for as he starts asking more questions. "How did those explosions even start? Was it you?" He props his hands up on his knees and I can feel his strong gaze on me. "How did you do it?"

"It was easy." I roll my eyes and look back at him. "I just threw my cigarette onto the gas machines. They were right below my cell."

"Sometimes I underestimate you." He grins, stands, and holds a hand out to me. I eye it down before taking, and I stand up. I gasp from the sudden pain of the boils along my body and rub them as we walk.

"Where are we even going to go? Someone has to be looking for us, and we don't have phones or anything." I remind him.

"Do you not know me at all? I always have a way." He reminds me this time and this time, I follow.

Katherine's POV

"Please tell me you're kidding." David tugs on his hair and looks at me with wide eyes. I know this look; it's the one where he's worried and desperate, willing to do anything.

"She's my aunt. I can't exactly win this argument but nothing is final yet." I sigh.

"But...but you can't leave me, Katherine. I need you. I mean, how am I just supposed to live without you? You aren't leaving."