Bruises and Bitemarks

Chapter 6

I guess, I should've kind of figure that Ramsey is not a doctor when he led me into his huge apartment, which was built onto a glorious cliff on the seaside. 

On the fucking seaside. 

On a fucking cliff. 

Well if I have to die somewhere, I would highly prefer this place... Altho I probably won't actually enjoy my time here, or the advantages of a penthouse. 

"You can leave your shoes there." I heard, from behind so I quietly obeyed the instructions, hoping to get on his good side. He bought me a pair of blue sneakers, matching my eye color. This man is a huge freak, that's for sure.

I kicked the sneakers off of my feet and entered into the humongous living-room. Everything was gray, black or brown, pastels mainly. 

I have to say, it looked to be a typical rich man's house, and I wasn't surprised by the fact that everything was so fuckin' tidy and perfectly placed. 

The living room had an American-style kitchen, along with huge windows giving a breathtaking view of the stormy ocean.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked quietly, staring at the sea with an unreadable expression. 

"Well, I kind of live here..." his voice was playful, gentle. It was hard to remind myself occasionally that this man watched me choke on my blood for straight 10 minutes, without a single frown. 

"You will kill me, won't you?" I sighed tiredly as if I didn't care. To be honest, I decided to fight until my heart stops beating. So if he was to try to murder me, I would first at least scratch his eyes out.

He let out one of his infamous dark and deep chuckles, making me shiver in a kind of pleasant way. 

"No... I just thought you'd want to experience high school and such things. Become something." I raised an eyebrow at his nonsense. He is either totally insane or lying through his teeth.

"You are kidding, right? Why would you care? Besides, even if I could believe someone is so frikin' nice that he would take a troubled teenager from prison, and help them back on the road, I'm sure as hell you are not that person." I hissed, leaning against the glass behind me. He didn't even flinch under my glare, he was so annoyingly calm, even now. 

"Well, that wasn't my plan the whole time, I'll give you that. However, knowing who your real father is, changed the game. I liked playing around with you, but that doesn't mean I would send you to a monster." he explained coldly, as he turned away from me and made his way to the kitchen. 

"You are a monster. You were willing to watch me die to get my name." I reminded him with an angry expression painted across my face, but all I got in exchange was a knowing smile.

"Who cleaned your cell? After you told me your name?" 

I wanted to answer him quickly, but I froze mid-air, not really knowing when exactly did my cell get cleaned. I never left it, and I'm pretty sure after I collapsed from the antidote, I was still covered in blood. 

"Where are you going with this?" I asked suspiciously, as his smile grew wider. 

"You weren't actually dying." 

"Uhm, yes I was? I was coughing up blood." 

At this point I looked quite confused, trying to figure out if he is lying or not. But it made no sense either ways... I remember. I was choking in my blood. My body was on fire... 

"I gave you a hallucinant drug... It makes people insanely suggestable. But as a side-effect, it dehydrated you, that's why you had a headache." he explained, while casually making himself coffee.