Welcome To The Fallout - A Crown The Empire fic

Wicked Game

I rose from the table and walked through the sliding doors, only to see Brandon tied up to a chair, duct tape covering his mouth and blood covering his face. Tears immediately started forming in my eyes. I fell to my knees in tears. No. No. No. I crawled beside him and tried undoing the ropes around his legs and arms. Brandon looked so bad, and so out of it. There was red in his eyes. His head bobbing up and down doesn't make anything better. I want to help him so badly.

"Baby, who did this?" I cried and held his cheek, rubbing my thumb back and forth.

I hear footsteps behind me. He had a bloody knife in his hand I could tell out the corner of my eye. "Who do you think?" David said with an angry tone. 

"You never cause anything good. Why are you torturing him?" Tears fell into my hands as I spoke back. 

"You're refusing to answer my questions, and you're not doing any good being here." David crouched beside me, and placed the knife under my neck. 

I gulped, "You can't do this. You're hurting everyone around you." 

He snarled, "Actually, you're wrong. I'm doing so much better for the group."

"No you're not, you're hurting everyone." I growled. 

David pressed the knife into my neck more. "You know something, I think it'd be better if you just died with him. I'm willing to kill you if you want."

I stood up slowly and faced him. "No. You're hurt. You don't deserve to be." I brushed my hand through his hair gently. I was deeply afraid.

"I'm willing to end your life right here, right now." David stood up and brought the knife back to where it was. "I'm not afraid of hurting you."

I heard muffled sounds from Brandon in the back of me. I need to be brave. I'm handling an issue with a maniac. 

"How long ago was it? That you were hurt?" I looked and saw a scar on David's shoulder.

"Don't speak of it." He had a stern tone in his voice.

Brandon unwrapped the duct tape around his hands and feet. He seemed loopy from what I heard. Brandon ripped off the piece of tape on his mouth. "Don't touch her." He started.

"Oh, so your boyfriend's gonna save you, ah, so cliche." David pressed the knife into my neck more, I felt a stinging sensation when it kept getting pressed. Soon, blood may spill out of the cut he's starting to make.

"You're so sick, why are you doing this?" Brandon moved in front of me and moved me behind him.

"I want to prove a point." David cut Brandon's skin once more. 

"Hurting someone completely innocent is not helping your issue." Brandon gripped onto my hand. 

"Do you even know anything? About this innocent girl? She did nothing to you." 

"She left my side the night she showed up here."

"Because you acted immature." 

"Actually, I was pretty welcoming."

"No, you actually scared her."

"How do you know?" 

"Because she told me." 

"Hmm, I wonder why she did that." 

"Because she can trust me."

When Brandon said that, you could tell David was a little heartbroken. But he started to get a little frustrated.

"And you're saying she can't trust me?" David pressed his knife against his neck.

"I'm just saying you're not trustworthy." Brandon backed up.

Bennett stood beside me and put a finger to my lips, "Don't speak, we're going to save you. Go back to my bunk." He whispered.

I nodded and crawled there. I pulled the curtain back so that I didn't see what happened.

"You don't know who is trustworthy!" David yelled.

I cried a little into Bennett's pillow. This is too much for me to handle.

"No, that's you and you aren't even trustworthy!" Brandon defended himself.

"Hoover, I'm willing to make this knife go through your neck, if you didn't know." 

"No. You don't realize how much the rest of the band and Tiffany will miss having their guitarist there." 

"You know it's possible to get a replacement."

I heard something get between them both. I look out behind the curtain and see Ben standing between David and Brandon.

"You guys need to stop, do you guys realize you're scaring her?" Ben yelled at them both.

They both walked separate ways and Ben walked back over to his bunk. He pulled the curtain back.

"It's okay to come out now." Ben held his hand out towards me and pulled me out.

"I hope so." I mutter.

"Like I said, I hear you when you mutter like that." He paused and examined my new mark, "It'll heal in a few days. I promise." Ben kissed my forehead gently.

"Thank you for stopping that." I hugged him.

"You're so welcome, you don't deserve to be hurt and Brandon didn't deserve that either."

"I think I need to go, I need to see Brandon." I reply, letting go.

"Go ahead, he needs to be alright." Ben smiled back at me, and got inside his bunk once more.

I walked away and saw Brandon was cleaning his wounds on his face and body.

"Brandon, do you need any help?" I asked.

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Well, I ran out of inspiration. I'll write more soon, don't worry! Fun Fact: This is the longest chapter of this fic! --Renee