The Cutter's Lover

19

Tori's P.O.V

"Come in." I squeaked

As he opened the door I stared in shock. He had on black slacks and a soft pink button up. It matched my dress perfectly. I stared at him in complete aw, I wasn't thinking about how deranged he was deep down, or how he had locked me up in this place. All I could think about was how well he looked in that outfit, I quickly looked away realizing that I was gawking at this crazy man.

"Are you ready Victoria?" His deep voice seemed to vibrate the room we were standing in, I simply nodded and followed him out. He grabbed my hand and I tried to yank it away but he held on tighter.

"Don't let go of my hand or I will beat you senseless, got it?" He whispered harshly in my ear and we entered the dining area of the home.

It was painted red with intricate gold designing on the walls and painting of his family on each wall. The table sat six people, two on both ends and two on the sides. I grimaced as four spots were already taken at the table. The smallest girl at the table looked up frightened, her big chocolate brown eyes probably mimicked my own. Wide with shock, panic coursed through me as the entire family looked up at me. There were three girls and one boy. None looked much older that sixteen, which I presumed was the boys age.

All of them had dirty blonde hair, the same oval shaped face with freckles sprinkled across the bridges of their perfectly shaped noses. But each of them had different eye colors.

Something was quite odd about this situation, everyone seemed oblivious to my presence in the small kitchen. Only the boy didn't look up at me. He kept picking at his plate as if no one had entered the room. The girls started to whisper to each other. I suddenly felt very self concious and wanted to run away.

You're a coward.

I thought to myself, haven't I always been one? Going to cutting for relief, to swallow endless amounts of pills to calm my never ending aniexty. I felt as if it was hard to breathe and I need to sit down. I wandered over to a chair and say down. I put my head in my hands and started to take deep breathes. I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I looked up to see the boy's hand extended and rested on my shoulder. His eyes were a shade of brown that reminded me of Luke.

Oh Luke, how I missed him, I didn't even get to say goodbye to him. He must be worried sick about me. Or he could be with Amber, I wouldn't be surprised if they were together they seemed perfect for each other. The last thing I remember before being locked in this place is her trapping me in the bathroom and beating the shit out of me.

I sat down at the table staying as quiet as possible because I didn't want attention drawn to me.

Grant clapped his hands and everyone jumped at the same time and looked up at him with scared beady eyes. I slowly turned my head to look at him and he was staring right at me. I quickly averted my eyes to the boy who reminded me of Luke. He was looking up at Grant but his jaw was clenched and his hands were in fists on top of the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Grant started by using a wide gesture with his hands, "We have a new member to our house. Her name is Victoria and I expect you to treat her with the utmost respect because she will be your new house mother." I could almost feel my face pale as everyone looked at me.

"She will be cleaning up your rooms, dishes, messes, and she will be my new wife." I had to suppress a choking noise as everyone looked at me with frightened eyes. I wanted to get out of this house, now. I need a blade, pills, anything to calm me down. I started to breathe heavily as I pushed away from the table knocking the chair behind me. I could he Grant yelling at me but I couldn't make out the words, I turned and started to run up the stairs. I don't know why I didn't run to the door I just needed to lock myself somewhere. I ran to a room and slammed the door shut and locked it. I looked around and saw it was a bedroom, not the one I was staying in but a bedroom non the least. It had maroon walls with wooden floors and furniture. The bedspread was a dark brown with a red design on it with a lot of pillows thrown on the top of it. I looked to the left and saw a desk with papers askew, some were written on some were drawn on. I walked over and saw the messy handwriting and charcoal drawings. They were beautiful drawing, I wonder who drew them.

I quickly looked for a bathroom after my little room tour and came up short, so I walked back over to the desk and grabbed a pencil, scratching at my wrist and watching there'd marks appear on my pale skin made me relax in a sort of twisted way.

A soft knock came to the door.

"Victoria?" The I sighed and walked over to the door,

"How can I trust you?" I whispered, I doubt he heard me but there was a sigh on the other side of the door.

"Just let me in." He said more forcefully, I slowly opened the door to be met with. non-other than the boy who looked like the boy I love. I gasped as I looked at him. He looked down at me and pushed open the door letting himself inside.

"It's nice to know you found my bedroom," He looked down, "And my pencils," He snatched the pencil and my wrist all in a swift motion. He tsked his tounge at my sinful actions.

"You're broken aren't you?" He looked at me with pained eyes as I nodded my head.

"You look a lot like the boy I love." I whispered, I took a step towards him. I slowly lifted my hand to his chin and traced his jawline totally entranced by their similarities. The boy took my hand in his hand and pulled it away from his face and looked at my wrist.

"I'm going to help you, I promise."

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AHH ITS BEEN TOO LONG YES?

Sorry for the lack of updates :( so I made sure this one was extra long!!!! Hope you like it :)

Lots of love -T <3