Regrets (H20Vanoss) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 16 - Him

Evan POV

Many questions that has been haunting me for the past few days, and they all surround the incident that happened with Jack, Mark, and Felix. I'm not gonna lie, i'm scared. What scares me even more is the fact that Mark hasn't hurt me since then....hell, he hasn't even come to see me.

Since he hasn't come to visit, I've gotten a lot of time to think. I spent most of the time trying to make sense of why Mark put Felix in here, and why he let me witness what happened. I think he wants a reason to have to kill me, because I think that Mark's getting tired. Tired of not getting his way. He has spent years, years of him trying different ways to completely break me in half. And with no success, no satisfaction of gaining a strong slave...he's given up.

I don't really want to die, not yet. So I've checked and searched this whole room for weak spots. I've checked my chains a billion times over to see if there's a way I can break free. But this room seems bombproof. Nothing is out of place, nothing is broken or weak.

I move positions to that my back is in the corner with my legs in front of me. Putting my head back I listen to the silence. Except, its not quiet. I hear repeated taps? And a loud bang? Eh, seems far away.

Thinking nothing of it and I keep my head back, close my eyes and relax.

The bangs and taps are getting closer and louder, to the point where it seems to be right outside the door. Still, I think nothing about it.

I twist my face in pain and attempt to cover my ears when the metal door is forced open and lets out a high-pitched screech. Two people walk in. Disoriented I look up to see who these two guys are. Studying them for a little bit I recognize the mask one of them is wearing, then the sweater...the blue sweater. Suddenly it clicks.

Jonathan?

He turns toward the smaller guy behind him and whispers something. He walks out of the room and the other guy comes towards me. He pulls out something from his jacket and breaks my chains.

"Get up" He commands.

I try to stand up but my legs give out and I fall to the ground, smacking my face on the ground. I heard him sigh and he roughly grabbed my arm pulling me up.

He helps me walk out of the room into the dim hallway where Jonathan is standing. He pushes himself off the wall and heads toward the metal stairs. His stance is cautious and careful. Kinda like how a SWAT member would walk. He looks like he's done this a million times and is a professional.

Wait? Last I fucking heard of him he was dead. And now he's here, fucking rescuing me. Oh shit, what does this mean for me? I treated him awfully, and I feel like he isn't really the forgiving type either.

The guy helping me tossed me toward the stairs. Catching the railing I hold myself up. I turn to look at Jonathan. He whispers something and the other guy nods. We make eye contact, his beautifu- his blue eyes lock with my shitty brown ones. I love it, never once have I felt this way. I feel like I can stare into his eyes for hours and not once want to blink.

He broke the eye contact and fixed his posture. His gaze now focused on the stairs. Cautiously he walks up them, gun pointed the direction hes looking. I walk up the stairs, leaning on the railing for support. My attention is given 100% to him as I watch in amazement.

Not once, in the years I've been here have I thought about him saving me. My 'rescue' theories always involved police walking down the stairs and opening everyone's cell door. Right now, i'm confused who I'd rather want to save me. The police, or him. For some reason, the weird feeling in my stomach is telling me I'd rather him to.