Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Twelve ||

Riele-

The moment I woke up I knew something was wrong. My eyes followed the moonlight streaming from the window as I sat up gingerly. It was morning the last time I was awake. That asshole did something to me. I laid back and swallowed a mouthful of confusion. I won't be able to sleep properly for days. I can't stay in here. I need to get up. My hands shook as I dragged them through my curls. How do I get out of here? I sat up again, my head was swimming. I winced and paused to breathe. Easy Riele, just take it one step at a time. Swinging my feet over the side of the bed again I stopped, breathed, and then continued. I stood up and used the wall for support, making it to the door of the room. My hand reached out for the knob blindly. I wrapped my fingers around it and opened the door up slightly.

The apartment as dark. Quiet. I was starting to wonder if Jace had gone to bed. But then down the hall I see his door open. I linger in the doorway, staring through the crack. He comes out of his room and steps down the hall. When he sees me watching him, he approaches. I shrink back away from the door and sit on the bed. My heart is thumping. I cover my mouth with my hands to keep from them from shaking. I don't know what time it is. Or what day it is. The Jace appears in the doorway. He opens it wide to slip inside.

"You're awake." His voice is low, I look up to make sure I really heard him. His eyes are cloudy. They're always cloudy but now in this dark room I realize he's keeping a secret behind them. A horrible secret.

"Why," I asked, my voice is trembling.

"Why... What?"

"Why would you do that to me? I mean, you've done some pretty awful and disgusting things before but why this?"

He sighs. It's a heavy and complicated sound that causes his chest to visibly inflate and then flatten out. Jace gets down on both his knees in front of me.

"You were hurt by men I thought I could trust." He said. His tone is almost in a whisper. It's quiet and guilty and spreads the goose bumps on my arms. He knows what they did but that doesn't explain anything to me. Studying his face I realized he wasn't going to tell me the truth.

"What does that matter to you? You're acting as if you have heart." I said. Our eyes connect because his gaze is quick to find mine.

"Why does it matter? You belong to me. Believe it or not I would never want you to be hurt by anyone else." I'm shaking my head and he doesn't like it.

"I'm not yours. I never was. You stole me and you've already done enough damage so it's a little too late to have a conscience now." I whispered to him, wrapping my arms around myself because I needed a hug from the only person I could trust. I scoot back on the bed to put a safe distance between us.

"I've always had it, but it was duct taped in the closet." Jace's head leans to the side slightly and there's a strange glint in his eyes.

"I'm miserable here."

"No, you're not. You have everything you could ever want."

"I am miserable here!"

I repeat loudly, feeling the lump forming in my throat and swallow as many times as I can to get rid of it. Jace seems like he's struggling to process what I'm trying to say to him. He's blinking rapidly and his Adam's apple bobs every time he swallows.

"Don't say that, you are mine and you're not miserable you just haven't gotten used to the way things work around here, that's all."

"I've been here for 3 months! I know how it works around here, you're a crazy bastard who won't let me go!"

Jace reached out and grabbed me. He grabbed my arms and her jerked me towards him with excessive force. His eyes were on fire and incredibly harsh on me.

"Listen to me! I am crazy so what I'm gonna need you to do is just accept that. If I'm in a fantasy land then baby you better fucking believe you are too."

He was hurting my arms with that grip. I hate him. I hate myself because he scares me and the headaches are getting worse everyday. I hate him because I felt sorry for him and his sick demented mind. His breath came in ragged puffs across my forehead. I bit down on my tongue and kept silent. It'll be over soon.

"You'll come around. You just need some time."

He let me go and stood up, shaking his arms out as he turned around to leave. I stared at his back thinking how stab-able it looked. If I had a knife, or a gun. I'd finish this hell off for myself. The door slammed closed in his retreat.

"I'll never get used to you! I hate you and I'll never forgive you for this!"

I screamed, yanking the lamp off the night stand, I threw it against the wall where it shattered into pieces. A satisfaction began seeping into my soul as I held my hair back with shaking hands. I sntached all pictures off the wall and broke them one by one, each one in a different fashion. I ripped the curtains off the window sill, I dragged the blankets off the bed and shredded the pillows and sheets in my bare hands. The more destruction I completed the more I calmed down. Until I sat in the middle of that room on a mountain of feathers, colorful pieces of glass shined under the moonlight in the corner of the room. I waited for him to come back. I wanted him too. But he didn't.

Jace-

Riele stayed in that room for 3 days. She wouldn't eat. I knew she wasn't sleeping. She just stayed in there and didn't come out unless it was to use the bathroom. I heard the way she was raging and refused to take any more guilt onto my back. I thought about letting her go over and over again. But I can't. I can't risk anything else. I've got two counts of undetected murder under my belt. I have to start making moves now. The afternoon that followed I opened the door to the guest room and took in the damage. Everything was broken. The curtains hung off the window, the pictures strewn across the floor bleeding in pools of glass. Riele lay in a heap on the floor.

"Get up, take a shower, get dressed."

I kicked at her softly with my foot. When she didn't respond I sighed heavily and reached down to pick her up. She seemed unconscious and I wondered if she had done anything dangerous to herself last night. I smoothed my hand over her cheek and down her arms. No cuts or bruises. I shook her a little bit to try and wake her up, but it wasn't working. Then beneath her on the floor on I spotted the anestesia bottle I ad let on the bedside table the day before.

"Shit!"

I snatched the bottle up and laid Riele back where I found her on the floor. I gripped the bottle in my hand before throwing it across the room. Just fucking perfect. She could have overdosed on the drug and never wake up again. This isn't what I wanted. I glanced at my watch and groaned. I have to get her up before my jet lands and I don't know how I'm going to do that.

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