Behind Closed Doors •G.D•

11.

Skylar's POV

I watched as he pulled the gun out of his pocket, blood running down his face. His laugh made me feel uneasy, he looked fucking psycho!

I pushed my back as far into the chair as it could go, not wanting him to come any closer. I looked at him with pure fear and horror as his smirk grew wider and wider.

"W-why are y-you doing t-this...?"

My words came out as a jittery whisper. Was this really happening? Is this how I'm gonna die?

"Oh Skylar... your so clueless..."

I looked at him in confusion not understanding where he's coming from. What the fuck did I do?

"On the outside everyone thinks your perfect and they envy you, and wanna do everything you do and follow in your footsteps but on the inside your just a stupid bitch that's heartless..."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as he brought the head of the gun up to my head. I guess this is how I'm going to die.

He brought his mouth down to my ear, his words were low and raspy, I could hear the hatred sinking out of his mouth.

"Face it Skylar... your just another one of our victims..."

*Bang*

Grayson's POV

My body jolted up as I hear the piercing bang ring through the house. I jumped out of bed and ran through the door.

I heard Ethan's door open and Tiffany walked out rubbing her eyes.

"What's going on-..."

"Move bitch!"

I didn't have time for her shit, I shoved past her and ran down the numerous of stairs. I ran through the kitchen and into the garage.

I swung the door open and, yet again, ran down more stairs. I ran through the halls looking in each cell. I see a glimpse a something out of the corner of my eye and slowly turn around.

I look in the cell and see Skylar in the chair lifeless as her head hung low, blood surrounding her body. I ran over to her and lifted her head and saw a bullet hole in the center of her head. I backed away slowly, staring at her lifeless body in shock.

I'm standing in the middle of the hall starring at the girl who I started to fall for. I saw a future with her, that is, until I fucked it up. I felt an object rise to my head.

"Like i said little bro...she was just another one of our victims...!"

*Bang*

I jolted awake yet again to realize it was all a dream. Skylar didn't get shot and my brother didn't shoot me. Why would I have that dream? Out of every fricken dream I could have, I dreamed about death... fabulous! I scramble out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.

"This is going to be along day..."

Skylar's POV

My eyes feel extremely heavy as I attempt to open them. I look around trying to make the blurriness vanish. I feel blood trickle down my face, probably from Ethan punching the shit out of me.

What have I gotten myself into this time...?

I finally get my vision back to see a figure in the corner, a shadow hid by the dark.

He took a step forward and started walking dangerously slow over to me.

He got down to my face and swung back his arm, nailing me right in the jaw.

I felt a tear run down my cheek as the pain became excruciating. He started laughing in my face.

"Aww I thought you were tougher than that... bawl baby!"

I've had enough of his shit, I tasted the blood in my mouth. I brought my eyes up to meet his as a smirk grew on my face, my turn to give this prick what he deserves.

I spit my blood and saliva in his face, feeling satisfied.

"Payback is a bitch..."

My smirk grew larger and larger and I became happy of my actions. He took his shirt and wiped off my bloody spit and looked me dead in the eye with pure anger and hatred.

"You shouldn't of done that..."

I wasn't scared anymore, I was more pissed than scared. I watched as his fist drew back and connected with my face... repeatedly.

I felt myself get light headed as he drilled me multiple times in the face and stomach.  I started to hear ringing in my ears that almost made me go crazy. There was nothing I could do so I just left him be, showing no effect to make him even angrier.

He backed away, with his chest heaving up and down and his hard breathing being the only thing you can hear. I pushed my head forward and coughed up all the blood gathering in my lungs, mouth, and stomach.

I saw my vision fade in and out, blinking like a traffic light. I brought my eyes up to Ethan's and he had a blank expression on his face, his chest still rising and sinking. I just starred in his eyes my breathing still heavy from the beatings I just received.

I was a little shocked when I saw his face soften and he looked sympathetic. But why would he, he's the reason I look like this. I probably look like I was massacred, or a pig being slaughtered in a slaughterhouse.

I brought my gaze back down to the ground trying to steady my breathing. I looked up once I heard shuffling. Ethan quickly walked out of the cell and disappeared.

I looked around trying to stop my head from spinning but thats a little hard, considering I probably have multiple wounds on my face and head.

I brought my attention to the pain in my abdomen and tried to think of something else so I wouldn't get sick. I haven't eaten in days and I just took a series of beatings.

I knew I was going to throw up it was just a matter of when. My throat started burning from the acid and my stomach started to churn.

I bent forward and watched as blood poured out of my mouth. No food or water, just blood. That's not good I hope I don't have internal bleeding, but if I do oh well, there's nothing I can do.

I felt a little better after getting that blood out of my stomach but was still in pain from the wounds on my skin. I tried to think of something happy and funny but there was only one thought that came to my mind.

"Revenge is a bitch Ethan... just you wait..."