Mending The Bad Boy

Chapter 16

As soon as I start, I could tell what he meant about the nails.

I can feel them poking and ripping my jeans.

Soon after a while, there would be nothing left to them.

In the distant, I heard a voice.

Then two.

Then three.

Their voices getting louder and louder.

They're behind me. I quickly hurry up the pace trying not to get stuck with a nail.

"I see her!" I hear behind me.

I don't bother looking behind me.

Faster and faster I try to push myself.

"Come one we almost have her!" I hear them say.

I see the opening that Seth was talking about and slide myself out.

As soon as my body hit the ground, I could feel nails sticking up from the ground.

I scream out in pain as I caught one in my foot.

"I thought you'd never arrive." I hear a dark voice say.

I look around to see where I am.

I'm not outside but in the big dark room. Damien stood there smirking at me as if he was right about a rule in monopoly or something.

"Wow." He starts chuckling. "Your so stupid.

He walks over to me and crouches down by me.

"You look a little stuck there." He says smirking.

"I don't need your help." I say and glare at him.

I reach up for the wall and stick my hand in a nail.

I scream again, looking at my hand stuck in the wall as blood started gushing down my hand.

"Annie, you got a little something running down your hand and foot." Damien says and chuckles.

"Get away you-

"Save the stupid names you have for me." He says and sighs. "Everyone knows you don't swear. Honestly it takes away from the mood."

I try pulling my hand out and start to shake as pain shoots in my hand. I try wiggling my fingers but they wouldn't move.

"I can't move my fingers." I say crying and aggravated.

"That's normal, the nails are coated with ketamine."  Damien shrugs.

I have absolutely no idea what that is....

"Your not going to get yourself out of this Annie." He says, my name rolling off his tongue.

I try wiggling my foot. Nothing.

I feel very tired and dizzy. The room spins. I can feel my body giving into whatever drug is on the nails.

"Night night." Damien chuckles.

And I slowly close my eyes.

~~~

I wake up to a light hanging over hight above me.

My hands tied about my head, I am uncomfortably standing/hanging in the big dark black empty room.

I have a bandage around my ankle and my hand. I'm clothed with a black small t-shirt that fell to my hips and small shorts.

"It seems the odds are never in my favor." I says to myself and sigh.

I curl myself up to the chain where my hands are and try to wiggle my feet around the cuffs.

Pain shoots in my foot and hand and my stomach and back really don't like this but hey I didn't ask their opinion.

"Naughty naughty." I hear a familiar voice say.

I swing my body down to the ground.

Seth, Damien, Shawn, and a few other men face me.

"After all we do for her, she still tries to escape." Damien says.

"Think we should tie her feet down to?" Shawn asks.

"She's to smart for those." Seth says.

That's right..

"Maybe well cut them off, then we wouldn't have to worry about it." Damian smirks.

"She'll figure a way out." Seth answers.

"Well there's our problem isn't it."

"The problem is not the problem. The problem, is your attitude towards the problem." I say with an accent.

"New plan, lets cut off her tongue so we don't have to hear lame curse words and stupid movie quotes." Damien says turning to Shawn.

"They will be here soon, lets go." Shawn says to him and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Damien and Seth walk out.

Shawn walks closer to me.

"Annie." He says calmly.

I stare him in the eyes.

"Just give it to me and this all ends." He says.

"First of all if I even knew what you were talking about, I'd think about it. But second of all, it must be pretty important which makes me really not want to give it to you. So, go step on a leg0." I say glaring at him.

"Does it make you sad just thinking about how alone you are right now, or have been for your whole life?" He asks me. "Your parents died, your brother tried to kill you, your best friend told on you, your husband doesn't give a crap about you. Must be hard."

A tear fell down my cheek.

"Your wrong." I say to him and shaking my head.

"Tell me where I'm wrong because I haven't lied yet." He says raising his hands.

"Danny loves me." I say to him trying to convince him and myself.

"Well just to be frank my dear, I don't see him at your side trying to save you." He says as he wipes the tear away.

Maybe he was right.. all this time I was trying to mend him and help him....

Maybe he didn't care for me anymore. Maybe he regretted marrying me.

Maybe I would never truly mend the bad boy.