Masked Feelings

Chapter 86: Attempt

"No" I breathed. "No" I repeated again when realization struck me. I started struggling. I needed to get out of here. Damian was now yelling in helplessness. He looked scared. For the second time of my life, I saw him that scared. The first time was when I was drowning. "Jace, please don't do that" I begged when I saw him opening a drawer to my right. I could here the metals colliding against each other. I saw a knife in a box and I started shaking. "Jace" I sobbed.

"I'm doing this for us, Athena" Jace said as he put the box on the table.

"No, you're not" I cried. "If you kill my baby, I'll hate you forever" I told him as I looked at the floor which was now blurry due to all the tears in my eyes. Jace dropped to the floor on his knees and forced my chin up. I was now looking at him. He looked hurt. He didn't realize how much serious this situation was.

"This baby is going to ruin your life. It's going to ruin our life" Jace said, trying to make me conscious about his point of view. I tried to play with his emotions when I sobbed again and shook my head.

"If you actually loved me, you would have accepted my baby" I argued. Jace sighed then shook his head.

"I don't want you having anything related to him" Jace said as he gave Damian a side glance. Damian seemed to be weak. But he was still struggling against the rope.

"Jace, Stop this. Please" I begged again. "There is no good ending to this story" I told him. "We're all going to get hurt if you continue with his madness" I told him. He clenched his jaws then turned. I flinched when he punched the table.

"What was my fault?" he snapped. "Is it madness that I love you?" he asked while chuckling. "Is it madness that I don't want a fucker touching what's mine?" he asked. His? I was his? Since when? "What is madness here is that you're a pregnant with his baby! His! Not mine! But his!" he exclaimed and punched the table again. I could see his wrist turning red. Blood was oozing from it. I was wishing for him to get more pain. I hated the fact that he would try to ruin my life.

"What is madness here is that you kidnapped us! You're hurting us! You're going to harm my baby! You freaking harmed Rose! Do you even know how much trouble you're going to be involved with when we get out of here?" I asked, trying change his mind. He chuckled. This chuckle brought goosebumps to rise on my skin. The look on his face said it all. He was sick. Mentally sick. And it scared the hell out of me.

"Who said we're getting out of here?" Jace laughed. "Damian and Rose are definitely not getting out of here" he said slowly, trying to make me realize that the situation was indeed fucked up here. "And you and I gonna get out of here, being the couple that we are supposed to be" he said with confidence as he walked to me. I quickly shook my head, not wanting him near me. He untied my hands and forced me to stand up.

"Get your hands off her" Damian growled as he glared. Jace exhaled heavily and turned to look at Damian while shaking his head in disappointment.

"You're tied up to a fucking chair and you can't do anything" Jace pointed out. "I can touch her all I want, you won't be able to do anything" He continued. Then he roughly pulled me in front of Damian. I was literally shaking. As if wanting to prove his point, he ran his hand up and down my arm, causing me to shiver in disgust. I closed my eyes hard enough, wincing at the feeling of him touching me.

My hands weren't tied anymore.

The table where the box with the knife was just next to me.

Thinking really fast, I quickly grabbed the knife and turned to defend myself. Jace seemed taken back. I put the knife in front of me. Surprisingly, he started laughing. I knew that it was not of humor as anger was glimmering in his eyes.

"You're not going to hurt me" he said out of the blue. Sensing a challenge, I moved my hand quickly enough to slash open his arm. He groaned in pain and his eyes quickly turned to the blood oozing out of his arm.

"Don't underestimate me" I spat and started taking some steps backwards in Damian's direction. Being the clumsy bitch that I was, I tripped. Before I could register what was happening, Jace had lunged himself on me and had grabbed the knife in my hand. I didn't want to let go. It was an attempt to escape and I didn't want to let go of it. My hand slipped a little bit and it was now on the sharp edge of the knife instead of the handle. I winced as I felt the knife opening up my hand. Jace was smirking. I finally opened my hand to let go of it. I fell to the floor in front of Jace. My hands were bloody. I rose my hand to look at Jace. I was on my knees in front of him. The knife was in his hands. I was at his mercy. I preferred dying than watch Damian die because that's what was going to happen.

"Please. You want her. Don't hurt her" I heard Damian begging behind me.

Damian was begging. I turned to look at him. His eyes were teary. He shook his head in my direction.

"Then tell her to stop trying to play hero" Jace spat, then forced me to stand up. "Get on the fucking table and lay down" Jace ordered and I did.