The Lost Boy

Day 3 (Part 3)

~Blaze POV~

The night drowns me with night mares. Lastly with James choking for me. I wake up grasping for air. It's difficult because I find James pinning me onto the bed. Again. Fuck, my life right now.

I start to uncontrollably whimper again. Why do I do it? "Why do you aways whimper as if you were a dog." He ask. "I can't help it. I don't know why I do it. I only do it when I'm scared, hurt, sad or feel threatened." I say.

"Which one do you feel right now?" He ask. Why does he want to know? "All of them." I say. "I see fear in your eyes." He says to me. Well, no shit. "You see fear, I feel more." I say. Like aways, James is aways to close for comfort. "Interesting." He says.

"I already said I'll obey you, can you please leave me alone." I say and I hate saying obey and I also hate James so the fact I have to use that word with him makes it worse. "And no pushing back, and I'm bored anyway, I just don't know what to do" He says and gets off of me. I give out a sigh of relief. I quickly get up.

"I know." He says. and then I feel pain on my leg. I start to whimper again and fall to the bed. "P-please stop." I beg. The pain feels like a bunch a knifes stabbing into it, and I know how that feels. also really bad cramping.

Then it stops all of a sudden. I give a sigh of relief. Then James humms to himself. "That's not fun anymore." He says. "Do your find torturing me fun?" I say. "Ummmm, a little." He says. I start whimpering again.

I sit down against the wall. I start to panic a little and hyperventilate. I'm scard. James just stares at me confused. Then I feel tears fall down my cheeks. I quickly wipe them away, But more come. I don't need a mental breakdown right now.

Then he sits next to me and I turn my head away from him. I would punch him face right now if I could. He puts his hand on my my check which makes me flinch. Something about James makes everything uncomfortable. I wish I could take his hand off. There's millions of things that I don't get about James, this is one of them. "I-I don't understand y-you." I say and James turns my face towards him. "I don't understand myself either." He says and lets go.

"Good boy." he says an I turn my head back around. Chills go down my spine. I hate it when he says that. He treats me like he owns me. He treats me like a dog. I bary my face into my knees. If you can't see him he's not there, I think to myself. I hear James hum to himself, and then get up. "Blaze, get up." He says and I look at him. He sighs and grabs my arm and lifts me up. How strong is he?

"Sit." He says pointing to the bed. See, he treats me like a dog, but I sit on the bed. "What?" I say. "Close your eyes." He says. I don't trust him, I don't want to. "Why?" I said. "I said close your eyes." He says a little more demanding. I whimper and close my eyes slowly.

I feel him sit next me and hold my hand. Wtf is he doing. Then he whispers something that I can't understand. Then he whispers something in my ear. "Open your eyes." I'm scard I don't want to. "Im scard." I say. "Don't be scard " He says. That means I should be scard! I open my eyes.

We're back in the childs bedroom. I jump back a little and start to hyperventilate. No, No, No, No. I don't want to be here. I don't need to be here. Why did he take me here? Nothing good ever happens when I'm here. I start to whimper.

"Blaze, calm down." James says. How the fuck does he expect me to calm down! At least all my cuts are gone. I don't calm down, I don't know how to. The room starts spinning. light soon starts fading away and everything goes black.