Heart of Glass (A Pierce the Veil Fanfiction)

XI

I still couldn't move after 10 hours and I was lying in my blood sweat and tears. The stone floor under me was cold and I heard the door open.

Feet were walking in my direction and a light from the hall streamed in and let me catch a glimpse of my surroundings. I looked to the wall and saw rusty metal rings screwed into the stone.

Where the hell am I?

The door shut and the walking stopped. I heard the squeaking of old metal moving and my movement had slowly begin to come back. Soon I was siting up on the floor looking around in the dark and panicking. A light turned on and I shut my eyes like a vampire afraid of the light.

"Miss me, doll face?" My heart almost stopped. Who was this guy? Apparently I knew him. I thought of the one person who had ever called me doll face. My dad who I lived at home with and he only did that when he used to tease me.

Then I thought a little harder but never dared to open my eyes. "David?" My voice came out shaky and I so badly wanted to be wrong. I opened my eyes to see him doing pull ups on a bar by the door. He dropped down and looked me in my eyes.

"Bingo." His ever presnt smirk taunted me and I immediately wanted to leave this situation. But I knew that wouldn't happen soon. I surveyed my surroundings and saw the metal rings (Used to chain people?), a large heavy looking door, a metal table and the mechanism on the wall. It had a series of chains and gears that went on up. I looked above my head and saw the concrete slate that must've been weighing my body down. I gaped at how cruel this was.

"You put a concrete slab over my body!? You ass, I thought I was paralyzed!" He walked toward me and crouched down to my current level. He didn't have on a shirt and I admired his body before turning away quickly and scolding myself for how easily distracted I was. He laughed at me.

"Oh, no. Don't turn away. You might as well enjoy the show now while you still can, I mean, look at me!" He stood up and turned as if to showcase himself. Although I don't like David, I must say, he kept his body nice. His back had a giant tattoo of a pair of angel wings and I recognized them. He had them since he was 15. His dad tattooed them on him. I remember when I first saw them.

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Right now, I was with David in his family room. His house was all empty and he was laying face down on the floor in some serious pain. Me, being his girlfriend, had to help things so I decided to come over when he called me.

"David?" I was standing over him, looking down at my boyfriend on the floor.

"Yeah?"

"You're an idiot! Why would you steal your dad's motorcycle!? And then not even have the ability to ride it right!? You crashed it and now you're gonna have to explain it to your dad." I was furious at how dumb he could really be sometimes. But I was never mad at him for long. Especially while he was in so much pain.

"I know, I know. But the bike's okay. I only lost control and skid out on the road. I had just gotten done working out and I was bored! Now my back is sore and scratched up. I need better ways to entertain myself..." For some reason, David has always been a fitness freak. Pull ups were something he did daily and he was gradually getting more and more toned. Rolling my eyes, I lightly jabbed his ribs playfully with my foot and sighed before walking out the room.

David's dad hated me. He says I'm a 'bad influence' and my parents hated David. They say he's a 'bad influence.' That's why it's ironic that I know his house so well. I'm always over here and our parents just don't know.

I walked into his room which had a bathroom connected to it. He kept all his items in his room so I knew I could find some of his ointment he kept for the scratches he got when he was doing something stupid. I grabbed the first white tube I saw, read the toothpaste label and put it back. I grabbed the second white tube and read the ointment label. Closing his cabinet, I looked under his sink and grabbed the peroxide, gauze, cotton balls, a towel and some medical tape.