Tortured Trust

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Jack's pov
I lay in the same cold bed I'd hated months ago. The ghostly pale walls and sheets in the room making me feel more alone with my mind. With my thoughts and memories. All the flashbacks I was having dragged me back to this small room that made my quiet footsteps seem to echo.

A loud bang radiated through the room but only a flinch broke my motionless body. I was once again staring out the eerie window onto the darkening street. I wished to be able to go out and walk down the quiet streets but at the same time I was afraid to even move.

The door squeaked open behind me but I didn't move, unable to take my eyes off the orange and yellow horizon. Buildings became dark as shadows loomed towards me but I was no longer afraid of them. I welcomed the smokey figures like old friends through the double glass window.

"Hey Jack. I'm just here to give you your medication," Phil's saddened voice spoke through the silence. I'd never heard him sound this sad before. He was always so cheerful and playful. It sounded like something had snapped inside him like what had snapped in me but not as harsh.

I turned to him slowly and glanced down at the small pills in his hand. My ocean blue eyes met his icey blue/green eyes and I could see all the sympathy he had swirling around within their depths. He must think it was too late for me and feels bad for it. They all feel sorry for me.

A small nod was my only response like every other time as I took the pills one at a time with a drink of water until none were left. He gave me a saddened look before quietly leaving me to myself again. I turned out the window but froze when I saw a figure down the street. His figure.

I felt my heart stop as I stared at his crocked grin and messy brown hair. I felt like my breath was being stolen straight from my lungs with each breath growing smaller. I pushed myself away from the window and fell to the floor, ignoring the slight pain it caused me.

"What do you want to tell me Jack?"

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the memory that was about to resurface.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU DISGRACE OF A SON!"

Tears rolled down my face as a door slammed in my head and thunder rang out, the sky flashing with rage. I remembered running as fast as I could. Running into something. Some one. Him.

"Jack? What happened?" I could barely get any words out as I sobbed. Warm arms wrapped around my cold, shaking body and I buried my face into a cotton shirt. His shirt.

I gasped for air as I tried to slow my racing breathing. My head ached and my vision was blurred with tears. I curled in on myself and hugged my legs, trying to make myself small and unknown to the world around me.

"Hey man. Look who I brought home. His dad kicked him out and he needs a place to stay. Hope you don't mind," he said with a smooth voice. His friend nodded to him, not looking up as he messed around with a laptop. All I could see was a glimpse of a beard.

I knotted my hands into my hair and tugged on the thin strands, trying to create a distraction for my mind but it was no use as I was dragged back into a memory.

"Hey Kitten. Check this out. There's a basement under the house that we can turn into your bedroom. There's so much space you'll never have to leave." Curiosity and trust got the best of me as I let him lead me down the dark stairs that spiraled under the house.

A light flashed on, momentarily blinding me as I turned away. When my eyes had adjusted I slowly turned back to the open space but froze upon seeing the horrid things I saw. Chains, cuffs, torture equipment and a table that you could cuff someone to and spin it so they could be vertical or even upside down. The only normal thing seemed to be a bed in the corner of the open space.

"You'll never have to leave this room kitten. Never in a life time."

"Jack? JACK! Can you hear me? You need to focus on my voice okay. Nod if you can hear me," a mangled voice spoke, cutting through the dreaded memory. I gave a slight nod and waited for the voice to continue, latching onto it when it did.

"Good. Now you need to take a deep breath for me okay. Breath in.... now breath out... in... out..." this process repeated until my breathing was fairly normal but my heart still pounded in my ears, creating a migraine.

"You okay there little bud?" A soft voice asked. I looked up to be met with the light grey fabric of Ohm's mask and hoodie. I nodded and looked down as I tried to stop my body from shaking by hugging my arms.

"Do you know what caused the flashback?" Ohm asked turning to Phil, who shook his head 'no' in response. Ohm looked to me for the anser and all I could do was let out a shaky breath and climb back onto the messy bed. I looked out the window across the dark street, only lit with street lamps every now and then. He was gone. Did I even see him at all?

I turned back to the two worried men by my side as tears slid down my face. Ohm pulled me into a tight hug and I let out a frightened sob. I didn't know if he had even been there or not but these memories were driving me insane.