His Girl

Safe?

They say time flies when you are having fun, well I am certainly not having fun tied to a damn chair, fighting the blackness that tries to consume me. Yet time just keeps on ticking on, midnight drawing closer and closer and still no Danny.

Will he leave me here?

No never. I know in my heart of hearts he would die before he ever left me to them. For all his faults he love me. In spite of all his faults I love him too. It all feels a little too cliche that I may never get the chance to tell him though. I want to laugh and cry at the morbidity of my mind. Being tied up and beaten gives you a while to have a really good sort out of your mind. Anything to distract from the pain.

I fight to swallow the lump blocking my throat, I refuse to cry. What good would it do anyway? I shift in the seat biting my lip to contain the cry threatening to escape as pain racks my body, its hard to tell what hurts and what doesn't now. I knew I shouldn't have taunted Blake, he is clearly unstable. It's laughable he truly believes he is better than Danny. At least Danny owns what he is, he doesn't parade around with a badge like some false hero.

"I would have thought he would have been here by now. Maybe protecting Bella is worth more than your life." Officer Slimy sneers at me from where he sits opposite me, guarding me, as if I could really escape. Moron. I want to tell him Danny will be here, he loves me but I don't waste my breath. He isn't worth it.

"She would probably be better in the sack, sweetheart you just scream dick tease. I suppose I will find out later." He muses more to himself than me. I snort disgusted at the thought.

"Oh I forgot you don't know, do you?" It sounds like a question but its not, he is taunting me, shamefully I bite.

"What don't I know?" I fake disinterest, badly.

"The deal is Blake gets Bella, Cortez gets a bullet and me, well I get..."

"Me..." The word falls from my lips as a horror drenched whisper.

"Mmmmhmm, that's right baby. Don't look like that, I will rock your prissy little world." He grabs his junk to emphasize his point and I feel the bile rising.  

"Don't count on it. My money is on Danny killing you first." I laugh to hide the fear shaking me to the core. Please come Danny, please.

"Your confidence in that low life would be admirable if it wasn't so pathetic." He sniggers. "The fact is he has five minutes until midnight, and I don't see him do you?" He looks around dramatically to prove a point. It's only the pain that prevents me from rolling my eyes.

"Let me tell you a little secret, without me Blake has got zero chance of seeing Bella alive again, well slim to none. I am the only reason he will keep her alive. So all this he has five minute isn't exactly true now, is it?" I have no idea where my bravery is coming from but I keep my face as natural as I can, ignoring the throbbing.

"If he was going to kill her he would of done it when she shot you." Blake's voice sounds from behind me. His confession taking the breath from my aching lungs. She shot me? It was his sister. Suddenly like a jig saw it all pieces together. Danny is the 'wrong crowd'. I can't believe he is protecting her though, he must have his reason but right now I can't say I get them.

The direction of my thoughts would scare me right now if I wasn't already beyond fear. I can't believe I have gotten to the point where I am questioning why he didn't kill her for what she did to me. I mean I must have really hit a new low but I can't muster up guilt. I am mentally tallying up the ways I want to kill the two people standing over me right now. I can't decide if it's progress or not. Would Danny be proud?

"Maybe he also saw what she did as charity work. Making sure you couldn't reproduce is the greatest gift she could give this world. I mean any child of yours would no doubt end up toxic, like you." The tears stream down my face at his cold words, my mind clouding with images of the little boy from my dreams, the little boy who will never be mine. I thought I couldn't possibly break anymore.

"I can't miss someone I never had to begin with." Lie. "How are your sons Blake?" I snap through the hurt and betrayal I feel. Its only when his fist meets my already beaten face do I realize he has hit me. This time there is no fighting the darkness.

I am lost to a endless sea of black and it is a welcome relief. There is no pain here, no betrayal, no hurt.....nothing.