Edge Of A Blade (Completed)

Chapter 12- Another Past Memory Brought Back

Ryan’s POV

Something connected with my cheek and a pained cry escaped my lips. “Ah she’s awake.” I opened my eyes and stared straight into Seth’s eyes; leaning back I looked away from him and glared at the far wall. “Don’t be upset, I have a surprise for you.”

I glanced his before glaring at the wall. He can shove his surprise for all I cared. “Come on in,” he called. I heard footsteps and turned towards them only to regret them instantly. “Hey babe, miss me much?”

“NO, no...no, you can't be here.” I mumbled trying to wake from this nightmare.

“Oh I am here babe,” the menacing twinkle in his eyes brought back the memory of that day.

───-Flashback───

“Mom, I'm heading over to the Turner’s house to babysit,” I called as I walked out the house and towards the Turner’s they lived a few blocks from my house and I loved babysitting for them. I was two blocks away when a abruptly stopped next to me and two hooded men jumped out be and grabbed me before my mind registered anything.

“Floor it,” One shouted as the other pulled a hood over my face and tied up my hands.

“W-w-what do y-you want-t?” I stuttered scared shitless. They didn't answer me and tears drenched my cheeks and sobs escaped my lips. I cried and sobbed, whispered and yelled, but got no reaction from them. A while later the van stopped and someone pulled me up and dragged me out of the van in slammed me into a chair of sorts.

The hood that was pulled away and I blinked rapidly against the harsh light. At first everything was blurry but then everything was clear. My breath caught in my throat as I laid eyes on the one person I thought I would never see again.

“Well, look who has finally stopped crying her eyes out.” He taunted, I huffed and turned my head away from him in a snobby way. He pulled my face towards his roughly, his hands tightened around my cheekbones as I kept my gaze away from his. “Look at me,” he spat when I closed my eyes. When I didn't he slapped me across the face earning a pained cry from me. My cheek stung and there no doubt was going to be a bruise resembling something along the lines of his hand.

Blood flooded my mouth and I spat out the disgusting taste, and kept my face hung to one side, feeling the inside of my cheek with my tongue, a soft hiss escaped my lips when I felt a deep gash where my teeth entered my cheek. A hand gripped the back of my head and pulled my face towards theirs. “I like the sight of your blood,” he sneered with a glint of menace in his eyes. Disgusted I pulled away from his face.

Someone cut loose the rope that bounded my hand together and I pulled them towards my chest rubbing my wrists. I wanted to his him, to run and try to escape him but I felt so worn out that I couldn’t find the strength to jump up and run. Without warning the other two pulled my hand away from me and tied them to the chair and then did the same with my legs. “I don’t want you to go running of before I had my fun,” he explained and turned towards the van pulling out a small black cloth covering something.

Keeping my eyes on him, they widened when they caught sight of sharp metal glistening in the faint light. My hear pounded against my chest begging to spring free, sweat beaded up at my forehead and soft whines escaped my lips. I begged the earth to open up and swallow me in before he could do any more pain to me. “No, please...please don’t,” my pleas where barely a whisper as feared closed up my throat.

“Now, now, everything will be over soon.” He taunted and fingered the sharp metal lovingly, as if it was something dear to him. Squirming against the restraints as I begged and pleaded for them to loosen and give me an escape, he neared the blade of the knife pointing straight at me, teasing me with the glistening tip. I jumped slightly as Dean ran the tip of the blade across the exposed skin on my legs, a cursed myself for wearing shorts.