Two Faced

Chapter 11

"I'm sorry, your call cannot go through right now. Please try again later." I dropped the phone. Tears streaming down my face as I held Grace in my arms. "Please, please, God. Somebody!" I cried. Grace hadn't spoken in some time, but she watched me with her eyes.

Jason was sitting on the other side of the room, there wasn't much he could do either so he sat there bruised and broken, quietly awaiting his fate.

"Jason I need you to scoot as far as you can over here, and apply pressure to the wound. Please." I told Jason.

He hesitantly looked up at me, "I don't think it will help much, Tristan."

"Just do it!" I demanded. He shook his head and crawled over to Grace, pressing where my hands were once.

"What are you going to do?"

"Whatever it takes." I whispered. I walked toward the door and started banging and screaming, "Rick! Rick! If you want something I'll give it to you! Please just help Grace! Please don't let her die." I continuously hit and kicked the door, until I heard the knob turn, ever so slowly Rick opened the door.

"Will you knock it off Tristan. Shut up." He spat coldly at me.

"Please, Rick, I'll do anything don't let her die." I begged, tears forming once more in my eyes.

Rick nervously looked around the room at Grace, me and Jason. Clearing his throat he thought for a moment. A sickening grin appeared on his face, showing me his bright teeth. "Fine, but you have to do whatever I tell you. Not one rejection."

I didn't like the way my stomach churned at his request, I took one last look at Grace and Jason. I couldn't let them die on me. "Fine... But you must help her, now!" I pleaded with him. He looked at me for a moment and nodded before dragging me out of the room.

I followed weakly behind him, my heart and head were hurting from all the stress. Rick dragged me to what appeared to be a bedroom. My heart hammered against my chest nervously as he sat me down in the corner and tied my leg to the bed post.

"Don't even think about running." He said grasping my arm tightly. I could only manage a nod before he walked out of the room.

I anxiously awaited there, I heard footsteps then Grace appear, he laid her on the bed and pulled out his first aid. "I have a game to play, Tristan." He said as he uncovered and cleaned her wounds.

"If you do something for me, I will make this a lot easier on your friend Grace. Let's just say sometimes needles and such slip... And when they do, it hurts." He said smiling at me wickedly.

"Anything-"The words were out of my mouth before I could even think about it.

"Good. Tristan, we are going to be married, yes." His eyes sparkled in my direction. "But I guess that's not important right now, Tristan. Come give me a kiss, it would help me focus." Rick said sweetly. I swallowed and stood up, inching towards him he only smiled.

I cupped his face with my hand and kissed him lightly on the lips, only he wanted more. His kiss was forceful and rough. He bit hard down on my lip, causing it to bleed.

"Thank you, love." He said smiling as I retreated to my corner, sucking on my lip, and watching him patch up my best friend.

I wasn't sure when I fell asleep, but I only realized it when my head bobbed against the wall and Grace groaned in pain. I stumbled to her bedside to check on her, "Grace are you okay?" I asked her, giving her hand a squeeze.

"What have you done, Tristan..." She paused as I looked at her, confused. "Do you really think, he would do anything for you. He poisoned me Tristan. You've sold yourself to help me, but you have only ruined yourself and me. This is all your fault." Grace angrily snapped at Tristan.

"B-b-but I watched him put the medicine on you, Grace." I stuttered, there was no way.

"You idiot, he lied. He is going to kill me, Jason and then all that will be left is you, and what do you think he will do to you. He will shred you to pieces, every bit of you." Grace laughed wickedly. I watched her face contort and twist into a monstrous beast. Grace lunged at me as I screamed.

My eyes opened wide, and sweat pooled down my face. I swallowed and looked at Grace who was lying peacefully on the bed. It was only a dream. My eyes watered again, what have I done. This was all my fault, if I hadn't met Rick, if I wasn't so stupid. If I wasn't born.

I should have never accepted Grace's offer to be friends. I should never have been born, my parents, wherever they may be should have just left me.

I clenched my fists, I needed to stop this. If I sat and did nothing, I wouldn't get anywhere. Making my way towards the door, I went to walk out, but I was stopped by the rope on my foot and the door knob jiggling. I quietly sat back down into my corner, and watched as Rick entered the room.

"Tristan, come with me." He said untying the rope and leading me away from Grace. He brought me into a bathroom that was nice and shiny. "Take a shower, it'll help you feel better." Rick brushed my hair behind my ear softly, with a sad expression on his face.

I didn't quite understand how he could be so soft like this, but in reality, be a monstrous person. Standing there for a few moments brushing my hair he left the room and closed the door. I quickly locked it and turned on the shower water.

I scrubbed my skin and hair with the supplies he had and then dried off. I found a t-shirt and pants underneath the towel and put those on quickly. Although it felt good to be clean I couldn't shake the bad feeling that lingered in the pit of my stomach.

Rick knocked on the door after a few minutes, "Are you done?"

"Yes..." I answered quietly.

"Okay, let's take you back to the room." Rick led me back into the bedroom where I expected to find Grace. But she wasn't there.

I quickly turned towards him to accuse him of something, but he gestured towards a chair in the opposite corner of the room. Where a clean, asleep Grace sat.

"She woke up and so I took her to another bathroom, she was covered in blood and I didn't want to dirty the bed any further."

I looked at the bloodied bed and let out a sigh of relief. "Goodnight" Rick whispered tying me back to the bedpost. And leaving.

I don't think I'd understand, how Rick works, he was twisted, there couldn't be any good in him, yet he was acting kind. For now.

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