Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 22

It had been quite a few hours, at least, before I decided to drag myself out of bed. I was careful not to move too much, not wanting to wake Brian on my way out of the room. If he woke up, then I was fucked.

As soon as I’d managed to untangle myself from Brian’s grip, I knelt down and kissed his forehead, before walking around the room and picking up my clothes that had been carelessly strewn across the floor earlier that night. I then dressed myself.

I smiled to myself as I looked back over to Brian, who was snoring loudly with his mouth wide open and half of his body dangling off the side of the bed.

I stepped out into the hallway, flicking the light on before looking at the staircase. I smirked, pausing, before perching myself on the banister and sliding down it. I was tempted to scream like Tarzan on LSD… But I didn’t, worried that it would wake up Brian.

I landed on the hardwood floor of the downstairs hallway, doing a James Bond roll, and holding a pretend gun (made out of my hands) and started shooting pretend bad guys... That’s how I roll (pun intended). And yes I’m childish. And what.

I then made my way into the kitchen, turning on the light and looking around the room with a frown. It was a sparsely populated kitchen, to say the least. Empty as a nun’s womb.

Eventually, my eyes rested on a knife block by the oven. Ah, perfect. Absolutely perfect.

I walked over to the knife block and grinned, pulling out the sharpest-looking knife and turning it over in my hands. And, after a few seconds, I tucked the knife (safely) into the waistband of my jeans, making sure not to cut half of my arse cheek off.

Strutting to the basement, a wider grin appeared on my face as I pulled the basement key from the front pocket of my jeans, the very same key I had stolen from Brian’s jeans as I was undressing him earlier.

I slid the key into the lock of the basement door and turned it, wincing as it made more noise than I wanted it to.

And then I pushed the door open.

*

‘Zacky!’ Gena shrieked, immediately running towards me as I shut the door and started to descend the stairs. I suppressed a grimace, knowing that I’d have to act here… Or did I?

‘Shut up, Gena, or Brian will wake up,’ I hissed viciously, causing her to step away from me in… fear, perhaps?

‘What’s happened to you?’ She whispered, backing further away from me.

‘A lot of things.’ Again, my tone was harsh, and I was still glaring at her. I could see her crying already.

‘Zacky, what has that bastard done to you!?’ She asked louder, her shrill voice cracking. I growled involuntarily, stepping closer to her.

‘Don’t talk about Brian like that,’ I snarled, yet with an edge of calm to my voice. Gena’s expression turned from shocked, to mortified. She was starting to cry now, but for some reason, I was enjoying it.

‘Zacky, what has he done to you!?’ Gena whimpered, her eyes meeting mine.

‘He’s made me realize a lot of things, Gena.’ I started to pace the room the, something that was very out of character for me.

‘Why can’t we leave, Zack?’ Gena asked, almost pleaded. I rolled my eyes.

‘Because I don’t want to leave, Gena.’ She froze then, her jaw dropping slightly.

‘You don’t want to leave!?’ She screamed incredulously. I winced.

‘Shut up,’ I warned, but her voice only got louder.

‘He’s had you here for over a fucking month and you don’t want to fucking leave!?’ It was my turn to freeze then – had it really been that long?

‘No Gena, I don’t want to leave.’

‘Why?’ She whispered, still refusing to come near me. I stepped closer to her, and brought my hastily-devised plan into action.

‘I can’t leave, baby,’ I whispered back, reluctantly pulling her into my arms and grimacing as I forced the pet name to roll off of my tongue. She collapsed into my embrace, sobbing into my shoulder.

‘Why!?’ She asked, almost pleaded. ‘I want to leave, Zacky, we can leave…’

‘No, Gena, we can’t.’

I heard footsteps then, near the basement door. And then I thought of something, just as the door was quietly pushed open. As Gena continued to cry, oblivious to the fact that the door had been opened, I looked up and met Brian’s eyes, noticing the horror that lurked in the glistening brown depths.

I pulled one of my hands from around Gena’s waist and held my finger to my lips, as if to say ‘shh’. Brian frowned, running a hand through his sable colored hair before nodding, confused.

‘We can’t leave, G,’ I repeated, murmuring into her ear yet still keeping eye contact with Brian. ‘We can’t leave because…’ I gulped, taking a calm, yet deep breath as I reached behind me and pulled the knife from my jeans. I held it behind Gena’s back, so that Brian could see it.

His eyes widened, mocha brown flashing with panic. He shook his head frantically, but I ignored him.

‘Because what, Zack?’ Gena mumbled, sniffling, and I grinned devilishly to myself, still holding eye contact with Brian.

‘Because I don’t love you. I’m in love with somebody else.’

And then, in one split-second move, I pulled my hand from behind Gena’s back and pushed her body backwards a few inches, before thrusting my hand forward and plunging the knife into her stomach.

I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, pushing the knife further into her body, before whispering in her ear.

‘Sorry.’

I heard her choke, a gurgling sound coming from her throat. That’s when I pulled the knife out and threw it aside.

Gena’s hands immediately flew to her stomach, blood seeping from between her fingers in a matter of seconds. Her eyes met mine, her mouth opening and silent words spilling from between her lips. Blood dripped to the floor as Gena stumbled backwards, before falling to her knees. She hunched over, coughing out small spatters of blood.

‘Zacky.’ I looked up, seeing Brian glaring at me. And before I could say or do one thing, Brian shook his head and left the basement.