Control

Forty Two

I felt instant fear. My heart leaped into my throat.

"Why, Raylin, hello," Sammi greeted. I stepped backwards, and bit my lip. Justin stood behind Sammi, the same look on his face as mine.

"S-Sammi?"

"Well, someone doesn't need glasses," she says, laughing. I looked at Harley once before looking at Sammi. Harley wore the same smile as the person who stood in front of me.

"Sammi, why are you here?" Justin asks, looking at me with confusion written all over his face. "I know you work for the other company-"

"I do?" She replied, smiling. "Who ever confirmed another company? Me and Harley have been partners for years," she replied, stepping closer to me. I shook my head before looking at Harley.

"She's lying, right?" A smile was plastered on her face. I swallowed, and looked at Justin.

Sammi took something from her pocket, and brought it out in plan sight. My eyes got bigger, and I froze in the spot. She came closer, and I couldn't move. My body was literally frozen with fear.

In moments, Justin jumped on her from behind, and wrapped his hands around hers. I gasped, and felt Harley tug me back.

I spun around, and kicked her in the gut. She groaned, and backed up a little bit. I lunged, and grabbed the knife from her grasp.

I turned around, and faced Sammi and Justin, who where fighting for her knife. I walked closer.

"Sammi, move away. Give Justin the knife," I snapped, holding it out shakily. Sammi looked up, and smiled.

"Oh, come on, Raylin. You wouldn't hurt anyone," she says. I smirked as she pulled away anyways. As right as she was, I couldn't let her know that. And it seemed she didn't fully even believe herself.

"Get the knife!" I snapped at Justin matter of factly. "Jeez.." He looked stunned at my tone, but hurriedly grabbed the sharp weapon. He looked at me, hurt in his eyes. "You two, follow me," I say, and start walking. I heard footsteps behind me, and eventually stopped at the cell I had been in an hour before. "Get inside."

"What?" Sammi snapped. "I'm not getting in that dirty cell."

"Now!" I screamed, pointing the knife at her. Her eyes rolled, and she walked into the room. Harley joined her, and I slammed the door shut. I heard the click of it locking, and tried opening it to be sure. It didn't budge and I nodded. "I'll send people down here to get you," I told them, and turned to Justin. "Let's go."

~

We had been walking in silence. Not talking to him didn't seem to bother me at the minute. What bothered me was that he had a tight grip on the knife, his knuckles turning white.

And Daisee. Could she actually been trusted?

"You didn't have to snap, you know," he mumbled, still walking by my side.

"Sorry."

"Why are you mad at me?" He asked, stopping suddenly. I looked at him, and felt bad.

"I'm not mad at you," I replied, stopping as well.

"Its clear you are mad. I just want to know why."

"I'm not."

"I know you, Raylin. I can tell when your ticked off," he states, looking down to avoid my gaze. "I just want to know why."

It was like this, but reversed at the hospital.

"Justin, I swear to god I'm not mad," I reassured him. I walked closer to give him a hug, but he pulled away. He looked up at me, and I could easily see tears threatening to fall.

"Raylin, just tell me. Don't fake being happy with me," he snaps, still looking at the floor.

"I promise that I'm not mad. I'm stressed about this whole thing, but I am certainly not mad at you," I try reassuring him.

"Cut the crap. Why are you mad?" He snaps. That's when I felt my heart drop.

"Aye, so my promises mean crap, huh?" I snapped back. My grip on the knife tightened.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Oh, sure it's not!" I yelled. I threw the knife down, and kept walking.

"Raylin-"

"Screw you," I snapped, and continued forward. Footsteps were heard  behind me, but I didn't care. Justin probably thought everything I said was crap.

"Raylin!" He yelled, anger filling his voice.

Great, I ticked him off.

"Whatever, Justin. Just go back to Sammi, because we both know you were happier with her," I called back randomly. It was true. Harder footsteps, like he was running.

Someone grabbed my shoulders, and spun me to face him. Tears were in his eyes.

"What did you just say to me?" He demanded. I looked away to avoid his gaze, but his fingers grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at him.

"Well, I mean, I'm sure Sammi never really brought you into so much drama, and probably was more clear that she wasn't mad. And let's be honest, probably a better girlfriend for you then me," I replied, pulling away. He stood there, a few seconds before looking away, chuckling. "What's so funny?"

"My girlfriend just basically told me I don't make her feel loved," he says, looking down with his hand rubbing his eyes. He looked up with tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Raylin... I really am. I love you so much," he walked closer, and I felt myself become overwhelmed with sadness.

That's not what I meant..

He hugged me, and held me tight.

"I love you so much..." he repeated, a sob escaping his throat.

"Justin, that's not what I meant, I swear.. I wasn't mad.." I hugged back, tears threatening to fall. He sniffed, and ran a hand down my back gently.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see Daisee.

"Where's Tyler?"