His Girl

40 ~ Cioccolato

Courtney's POV

Why me? Why my family? Why? Why? Why? I punch the pillow with my left wrist and immediately let out a high pitch scream. Fuck that hurt. Why did I punch the pillow again?

I roll onto my back and look down at my broken body. I had a black full cast on my right leg. All the deep cuts on my thighs were stitched up. I was wearing a pair of short black shorts and a black sports bra. My left wrist was also is a stylish black cast. Black, black, black! My burn marks and cuts on my stomach were covered by a white bandage. At least it's not black. Ashton did a good job stitching me up. My black hair had been pulled up into a bun by Ashton before he put me in bed. I'm not going to get use to having black hair again.

I stare around the room again. There was only a king bed and television on the wall across. That's it. Pretty boring room. The worst thing is the remote is on the television and I couldn't get out of bed.

I lie starting at the roof, completely bored out of my mind, when I hear a knock on the door. The door slowly swings up and there is Ben. Yes the Ben that tortured me. What is he doing here? I thought the torturing was over. I told them what they wanted to know. I even told them the truth. Pretty proud of myself.

"Hey Courtney," Ben begin. How is he talking like we are best friends? He broke my wrist, ankle, nose, two ribs and two fingers. While bruising three more ribs and dislocating my knee

"I felt bad for doing that to you, so I brought you some chocolate."

Chocolate? He's brought me chocolate? He's just tortured me and now bringing me chocolate? Is this some kind of sick joke!

"Do you bring all your torture victims chocolate?" I ask.

"No because you're my first one."

"I? Me? What?"

"You're the first actually human being that I've tortured. I mean I've tortured dummies and watched people but you were me first one."

"I don't know what to say. How long have you been in here?"

"I don't know. A year."

I nod slowly. "How then can you not have tortured someone in that time?"

"Because I got out of it."

"Why? Why not get out of torturing me?"

"Because the gang's tattoo that you had on your back killed my brother and sister."

Whoa. Ok. I wasn't expecting that. That's fair enough.

"So anyway I brought you chocolate. I'm kinda sorry as well." These people are definitely not cold, heartless bastards.

He walks over to the bed and sits down. He passes me a tub of maltesers and smiled at my reaction.

"How did you know?" I ask him, stunned.

"Although I want to take all the credit, it was Amy. Oh and by the way she's coming over tomorrow."

I nod and smile at my new best friend. Anyone who brings me maltesers become my new best friends. Even though he's just completely broken me, he brought me chocolate. That's what matters people.

"Hey new best friend can you grab the remote?" I smile sweetly at him and flutter my eyelids.

"Alright," he replies and gets up. He walks over to the television and turns it on. The news is on but he quickly flicks it to another channel.

A movie just finished and there was an ad. "Do you want to watch 'A Dog's Purpose?'" He asks.

Never heard of it. "Sure," I reply.