Devil's Night

Beaten Black And Blue

Ricky's POV

As the door slid open I looked at Chris with nervous eyes that soon began to fill up with tears. My breathing began to hitch as I could feel my heart skip a beats, it been days since they have wanted to do anything to us so what could they want with us now?

"Don't let them hurt me." I whimpered out soft and parched in a commanding tone as I hugged his neck.

He wrapped his arms around my skinny waist and held me close to him. His fingers were clawing a bit into my still fresh and unhealed injuries making me cry a bit from the tearing. However, I didn't push him away because if Rem got to me, things would a lot worse for me. I was willing to bear the bitter sweet gesture in his hug if it meant we wouldn't be separated.

"Ahh! God!" I yelled out from a sudden rush of pain as he was ripped away from me.

With one strong tug on Chris's shoulders, his claw like fingers harshly grazed my wounds. The minions pulled him away from me and began hauling him away and forced him to the wall across me but I knew that Chris wouldn't leave that easy. He has always taught me to put up a hard fight no matter what. Even if it's to the death.  Chris attempted to resist their grasp on him, thrashing and yelling the entire time. 

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" He'd scoffed as he squirmed along the wall as his hands began to get pulled behind him.

I felt completely helpless as I watched Chris battle for his freedom, doing all that he could to get back to me. But no matter how many times he called my name for me to help him, I was too petrified with fear to do anything. This was just like what happened in the back of the truck on the highway and yet again I have I failed him in his time of need.

I jumped a bit as I saw Chris got pushed to the ground and kicked in the ribs across the room. I saw him gasp for air, I could feel something break inside me. My heart, my hope, my sanity and even my will to live on through this.

They pinned him to the wall, zip tying his hands together and escorted him out. Chris turned around and we said our silent goodbyes but when he looked back at me with fear and disappointment in his eyes, I silently mouthed back,

"I am sorry." With sadness and guilt in my stare.

They dragged Chris out, his head bowed and his oily hair over his face. I knew that I wasn't the only one who was scared for him and as they walked out, occasionally shoving him to move faster, It was more than dead in here. It was hopeless and lonely. The door slid shut, I was left alone in the blank room with only my thoughts to converse with. Putting my knees to my chest and hugging my weak arms around them. God knows how long it would be till I saw him again, or even at all. I imagined that if he did, he'll come back just as, if not more beaten and hurt than I was for being more resiting. I let my head fall and I began to quietly cry, hoping my love was going to be alive at the very least when I saw him.