He Never Does || n.h

Chapter 5: Six Feet Under

(Still Rosie's flashback)

Chapter 5:

The screen goes black and some of the tightness in my chest dissolves. That was information overload for my emotions.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask through my tears. I sound as weak as I feel.

"I told you why Rosaline. It is because you are a liar. You lied about Caroline. Kyle didn't kill her, he couldn't have." Rick says. I ignore the statement.

"Why did you bring me here?" It seems strange he would take me so close to them.

"Excellent question. For one, I have a job to do here that involves five arrogant teenagers." He says and my jaw clenches in anger. He can't talk about them like that. "And two, if they look for your body...which they probably won't...they'd be far more likely to do it in the States than here."

He begins to walk out of the room with his laptop.

"Kyle killed her." I say under my breath. Apparently it wasn't quiet enough.

"What did you say?" Rick says and turns around.

Sudden rage boils under my skin, especially after the comment about my boys.

"I said," I rise to my feet to face him, "Kyle killed her. He was a filthy murderer and he deserved what he got!" I scream.

"Stop lying! Stop it!" He screams back, his face flushed with fury. He puts the laptop on the floor and charges over to me. He pins me against the concrete with one arm.

"He is rotting in hell as we speak." I say with my fists clenched.

"I'll give you one more chance to take if back." He breaths into my face.

"Kyle was scum. Just like you." I say and spit in his face. That was ballsy, too ballsy.

I see a look of hatred and anger as he pulls me forward then slams me hard against the concrete. The impact reverberates through my skull and I cry out in pain.

The edges of my vision go black as I stumble forward. He doesn't let me get far. Rick lifts me and then throws me to the hard floor. My head smashes the floor again but my arm got most of the blow. Pain shoots through me. I look up at him through spotted vision and see him wind up then kick me hard in the stomach.

I scream again. It's a bloodcurdling noise that can only be described as agony. I clutch my stomach in the fetal position and clench every muscle in my body. The pain is intense everywhere. He bends down and lifts my limp head to look at him.

"I hope you learned something." He says then backhands me across the cheek.

He leaves me there on the ground. My eyes close and the last thing I can remember is the taste of blood in my mouth.

I wake up to the worst headache I've ever had. I can hear my heartbeat throbbing in my ears. My eyes squint open and everything hurts to look at. Any amount of light is too much.

I shut them again and my hands shakily graze my stomach. I peek down at it with one eye and see that a purple bruise covers almost half of it. My hand gently caresses my cheek where I can feel a lump from Ricks hand. The taste of iron is still settled in my mouth. I reach up to my head only to find a lump bigger than the one on my cheek. I must have a concussion.

I vaguely know that I shouldn't move around to much with one and I should rest a lot. I try to move but my neck is stiff from my position on the ground. With sheer willpower I stand up, making sure to do it slowly, and take my clothes off. I run cold water from the shower over me to try and reduce the swelling and the pain. I stand there for a long time.