I open my eyes, taking in a bright light that causes my head to pound as if a hummingbird was thumping its wings within my head. I close my eyes again moving my hand to my head. I groan as I feel a light bump on my forhead, the tempurature if it burning.
"You're up?" A voice asks. The same voice I recognize to be Calum's. I feel a hand on mine before I open my eyes and push it away.
"Don't touch me." I seethe, pushing myself away as far as I can without tumbling myself off the edge of the cold hard surface im placed on. He moves his hand stepping back.
"Calm down." He says rolling his eyes slightly. He holds his hand out to mine, his eyes meet mine and he challenges me to take his hand, to peer into his mind. Chewing the inside of my cheek, I question if I should bolt for the door but as I think it I notice that there's a hand cuff attaching my leg to the wooden surface of the table. I reach for his hand, my mind racing with possibilities, screaming that I should run or scream. That I need to get help but I ignore them, an uncontrollable force making me fingers rest on his, my mind instantly filling with every secret hes ever kept. From the day his father created me to the night he held the gun to my forehead as I blacked out. I freeze slightly as I see images of me as a child, hiding from his father as he talks to me, attempting to make me feel comfortable. Dread fills in my stomach as the image changes to the night Margaret and Alex saved me. He stands a few halls away watching as I turn the corner to meet his gaze. Before seven year old me could react Margaret grabs my hand pulling me the opposite direction. He watches me before turning around and disappears down the hall, his silhouette becoming smaller and smaller as Margaret runs down the hall. At this point I let go, pulling my hand back and shaking my head.
"Let me go.. Please." I mumble, wishing to avoid the fact that he helped me escape the hell we lived. He sighs shaking his head.
"Victoria. I'm not here to hurt you. Or bring you back. Well.. That's what my dad thinks... That I'm gonna capture you. Kill you." He sighs running a hand through his hair. "I really do want to help you."
I look at him, chewing my lip. What I saw showed he really does want to help but I shake my head pulling at the cuff my legs attached to. He watches me before sighing.
"If you really want to help you'll unlock this and let me leave." I spit at him, the anger I was trained to control rising, feeling as though I'm a volcano about to erupt.
"Ill unlock the cuff. But I need you to listen to me and to stay here. You can't leave.." He says, retrieving a key from his pocket and looking at me. I nod staying quiet as he approaches my foot, releasing it from its restraints. I pull my leg to me watching as he sets the cuff and key on a stand a few paces over. I look around, noticing the rooms dark lighting and the smell of mold taking over my senses.
"What do you want?" I question him, glancing at him while I stand and stretch my aching legs. He watches me standing, on edge and moving a little closer to make sure if I run, he can catch me.
"I want to help you. Victoria w-"
"Don't call me Victoria." I cut him off, giving him a cold stare. He nods.
"My bad you go by Alexis huh. Look. My dad's still looking for you." He looks at me as I open my mouth before he continues his sentence. "And that's what he thinks I'm doing here. But its not at least not since last week." He says his voice softening at the mention of last week. I freeze and glare slightly.
"Before I trust anything you say I need to know how much you know about me. And I want my gun." He looks at me and nods, removing the gun from a holster placed underneath his shirt, emptying the clip and handing me the gun. I scoff and take the gun before realizing I don't have my bag. "Where's my bag?"
"We can get it later. We need to talk. I've been watching you for a while. Hell I knew you when Dad created you."
"I'm not a fucking creation." I snap setting the gun on the table and crossing my arms. He chuckles and steps towards me, my instincts causing me to back myself against the wall behind me as he reaches behind my head. He lifts my hair and the wig placed over it, setting his finger on a tender spot. He grabs my hand placing my finger where his was just stationed. Furrowing my eyebrows I move my finger across it, feeling a bump with a hole on the middle. A computer jack.
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Secrets Make Us Dead {C.H}
Fanfiction~Have you ever kept a secret, and keeping it locked away felt impossible? That you could hold it to get what you want but what if having such a secret would result in your death? ~
