Monster.

Chapter Three

My eyes slowly flutter open. The bright lights practically blind me, making me pull my arm up to shield my eyes from the glare.

Big mistake.

A searing pain rips through my body as my injured shoulder is stressed. I cringe, gasping at the pain. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I close my eyes again, slowly opening them so that they can adjust to the light. Once I can actually see again, I take in my surroundings.

Crumbling walls, bloody floor, faded colors, a lousy chalkboard, that’s what I expect to see.

But my fuzzy eyes were met with dull grey walls. My burning back is lying on an uncomfortable couch. I wanted to start screaming and freaking out, as I had no idea where I was, but I knew that wouldn’t solve anything; the only thing it would do is hurt me.

I laid there for awhile, just calming down my shoulder and trying to remember what happened and how I got to where I was. I attempted to get up, but I was met with an agonizing feeling coming from my shoulder, so I knew it was no use.

Even though I knew it was I bad idea, I softly called out.

“Hello?” Even that sent a strip of pain to my pounding head and I cringed, taking deep breaths, trying to make it stop. My mouth was dry and I wanted nothing more than a glass of water and an explanation. I could feel sweat stinging the corners of my eyes.

Someone walks into the room, his dark clothes, tattoos, and piercing sticking out more than anything. His obviously dyed hair was pushed up into a quiff, brunette roots struggling to make their way to the surface.

Most girls would be swooning, as he was extremely attractive. I mentally roll my eyes in disgust as I think of how many girls would probably act weak and fragile just for the benefit of staying with the boy longer.

Too bad this boy was one I knew a bit too well.

“You’re finally awake.” He mutters, obviously taken aback. How long was I out? Whatever, I didn’t really care as long as I got the hell out of there quickly.

“No fucking shit I’m awake.” I hiss. I grit my teeth at the pain the words brought with it. His face shows obvious anger and I started to really wish I had just kept my mouth shut. This boy was capable of so many things; fatal things.

He took a step towards me, as menacingly as possible. I immediately, and embarrassingly, flinch back from him. He smirks at my response of backing down. It was silent for a minute as we have a minor stare down. If there was one thing I was good at, it was shooting death glares. With all the shit I went through, I had a lot of practice. The eye contact was broken when he spoke.

“Are you just going to sit there like a dumb bitch or are you going to say something?” He says, obviously agitated.

“Where am I and how did I get here?” I ask, just wanting desperately to get out of here.

His shoulders slump down a little bit. You wouldn’t have noticed the change in posture if you hadn’t been watching carefully. His entire stance changed in a very minuscule way. His knees bent, his back slouched, and his hands fell limp at his sides.

“When I, uh, left you, as soon as I had driven away, I knew I had to go back. My temper got the best of me and I couldn’t just leave you there.” He almost had a look of concern until his eyes changed back to his bad boy attitude.

“If someone had found you, you might have said something to them. I can’t have myself being taken away because you decided to be a dumb ass and fall on an itty bitty nail.” He growled. All my hope of being safe around him diminished.