Regrets (H20Vanoss) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 17 - The Upper Hand

Evan POV

Why did I go with him? Why did I just willingly walk out of that place, especially with him? Did I do it because I thought I had a chance of a life again? No, I did it because I felt safe. And because of that, I'm in the same fucking position as I was 2 years ago.

My wrists are burning from the rope they used to bind them together. My vision was just a black mess...and I was in the back of car on a bumpy road.

Memories flooded back, reminding me of when I first encountered Mark. The memory soon faded into the image of him bleeding out on the ground with Jack beside him.

"Did you grab the files?" Jonathan asked. Most likely being the one driving.

"Yeah, why do you need them?" Smitty said. It was as if they both didn't remember what just happened.

"Im not discussing that with you" Jonathan muttered.

"Okay..." Smiity paused, a audible gasp came from him "Did you see how fucking messed up that was? Holy shit I wonder what I would be like if I was there for longer. Then again, Mark never paid attention to m-"

Mark never paid attention? To him? Shit, did he used to be with Mark?

"Can you shut the fuck up" Jonathan growled.

"fine, it was cool is all I'm sayin" Smitty scoffed.

Smitty seems so ruthless the word compassion wouldn't even exist in his vocabulary. I mean, who says 'I saw a guy kill himself because he was seriously messed up, it was cool'. I wonder what happened to him to make him this way. He probably was with Mark....for a while.

"Ah shit, he woke up" Smitty complained "I'll give him more"

Soon enough I felt a prick in my neck and I began to feel drowsy.

Time skip

"-van? Holy shit Evan is that you?" I recognized that voice...but who?

I slowly opened my eyes. I noticed my hands where bound to restraints and that I was sitting in a chair. I lifted my head, my neck sore from being in the same position for to long.

Someone sat in a chair across from me, in the same restraints. My vision was blurry, but after blinking a few times I recognized the face.

His facial expression was painted with concern. But it wasn't his expression that kept me looking at him. On both his arms red lines lined his skin from his wrist to his bicep, his t-shirt's sleeves covered his shoulder but I bet he had some there too.

I was starting to feel sick just looking at his arms. I never wanted to see him this way, none the less expected him to do that...What happened? I changed my lane of vision to look him in the face. His hair was over-grown, to the point where it looks like a curly mop. His eyes had large, dark bags that hung underneath them.

Oh god Craig, what happened to you?

"Evan?" He asked again.

I kept looking at him, not wanting to speak. I was shocked as well as chocked up. I never thought I'd see him again. Although, Jonathan is alive as well. Two people that I never expected to be back in my life...

But, why was Craig here? What does Jonathan want with him? How long has he been here?

"How long?" I croaked out, my throat dry.

"Ho-how long what?" He whispered.

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"I, I don't know. A few days maybe?" He answered "Evan I'm scared, you know that fucking Jonathan right? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I don't think he'll ever forgive us..."

"I know, I don't think us being in this position is good" I whispered back "We have to get out of here"

He nodded quickly opening his mouth to say something. But he was cut of by the door at the top of the stairs opening and closing, footsteps banged on the boards.

A menacing chuckle came from the stairs, my heart started to pound and my mouth went dry. I had only felt this way in the first year I was kept at Mark's, even then I wasn't this nervous. I looked at Craig and he looked more scared then I was. I can't exactly blame him for that either. Jonathan entered the room with Smitty by his side.

"Smitty, take Craig into another room...have fun" Jonathan said, his voice low and cold.

Smitty walked over to Craig, a smirk on his face. He held cuffs with chains in his hands. Craig started to pull at his restraints, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Wait, no you can't do this! I haven't seen him for years, please! Let us talk a little more!" Craig pleaded.

"Like you showed me any mercy" Jonathan snapped.

"Let's go" Smitty ordered Craig to get up and go with him.

"Please" Craig begged, desperation coated his voice.

Smitty pulled Craig into another room in the basement. Leaving me, and Jonathan in a room...alone.

"What do you know about Mark" Jonathan started.

I kept quiet, I stared him in the eyes. I'm not planning on backing down any time soon.

Jonathan twisted his head in a circle. He took one of the chairs and sat on it in front of me.

"What were you doing there?" Jonathan asked coldly "I wont hesitate to hurt you"

"I spent 2 years in that Hell. Being hurt by Mark, I think I can handle it whatever you have planned" I retorted.

Ah shit, I just told him how long I was stuck there for. Fuck!

"Mmhm, but.." He stood up and started heading to the stairs "They didn't have something you are personally connected to, did they?"

"And, he doesn't know you like I do" He chuckled, he has the upper hand.

My face grew in shock as I realized how true that statement was. How was he going to manipulate us? Fuck!

He stood with his back to me, turning his head to the side. Lifting his mask so I could see the smirk he hid behind it. This guy is so different then the one I 'knew' 2 years ago...

The door behind me opened, Smitty closed the door behind him and walked up to Jonathan. Splotches of blood on his knuckles.

I swear if he fucking hurt Craig im going to fucking kill him...I wont hesitate either Jonathan.

"Call WildCat, he might want a new pet...and I want my money" Jonathan ordered.

Wait? Did he say WildCat?

"Wait!" I cried out.

Jonathan turned around to face me, leaning against the wall.

"Did you say WildCat?" I asked.

"Why do you care?" He pushed off the wall and took a few steps toward me. Clearly interested.

"I asked first" I remarked.

He nodded his head turning around to walk up the steps.

"Wait! You didn't answer me!" I yelled. Frustrated I cursed under my breath. More and more questions started to fill my mind.

If he actually did mention WildCat...does that mean he knows where he is? And how is Jonathan like this? Last I saw of him he never spoke, NEVER threatened anyone no matter how much we hurt him...so, were all the rumors in high school about him true? Is he insane? Oh god I just got out of a fucking nightmare, and now I'm thrown into another?

I have to get out of here, I need to help Craig if anything. Immediately started looking around for anything to use to cut my restraints. I saw a few sharp objects that could cut my rope but they're a little far.

Eh, it's worth a shot.

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