Insanity At Its Best

74 - rough

December

Bury Me Face Down by grandson

I try to open my eyes but fail to do so. My head feels so heavy. I can feel a pounding pain towards the back area. This hangover is killer.

My throat is extremely dry causing me to cough. I will myself to open my eyes a bit to see nothing but blackness in front of me. Great.

"What the fuck" i mumble and continue to cough. I try to bring my hand up to wipe the sleep from my eyes.

There's something tight on them not letting me move them. Come to think of it.

I try to lift my legs and it's no use.

"Where am I?" I ask myself and open my eyes once again.

"You're awake, good good" I can hear a distant voice say and groan. My entire face hurts. What the hell is going on.

"Where am I?" I ask and look around to try to find the origin of the voice.

"How did I get here?" I ask and the voice groans.

"You ask so many questions Jack" my eyebrows furrow.

"How do-" realization sits in. How did I get here?

The last place I remember being was...

"Bruce" I seethe and try to get out of the ropes.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to remember, although I did enjoy seeing your face as you realized where you were" he chuckles.

"Why am I here?" I ask and try to keep my eyes open. I feel tired, so tired. He laughs.

"We have things to discuss" he comes out from the shadows eerily and I stare at his figure.

"You need to leave, by tonight" he says and walks to my left.

"How long have I been tied up for" I cough again and his hand encompasses the nape of my neck.

"Few days" he says and squeezes.

"You need to leave. I don't care where but you need to go, for a long time buddy" he pats my shoulder and my eyes close momentarily.

"Why" I ask and he pulls my head back with a strong grip on my hair.

"Because I have plans. They don't include your presence so you need to disappear" he mutters and I scoff.

"What makes you think i'd listen to you"

"I'll kill them" he says and I look up at him.

"Who?"

"Your family" i swallow thickly but show no emotion.

"My family is dead. Have been for a long time" he smiles and shakes his head.

"No you're new family" i blink at him and he smirks.

"Leave. By tonight" my stomach grumbles and I groan.

"Let me out" I order and he punches me in the face.

"Fucking hell" I spit out the copper fluid onto the floor.

"You really don't deserve her you know" I roll my eyes which earns a punch right on my temple.

My head spins and my eyes close for a split second.

"I may not deserve her but she loves me. She'll always love me" I tell him and he clutched his arm.

"She needs a man. A good man" he says to himself and I laugh.

"You're not a man Brucey. You're still a boy" His next punch lands on my stomach and I puff out a breath.

"Maybe you should ask your dad how to really be a man. Oh wait....he's dead" I laugh which earns me two more hits. One to my cheek while the other is to my chin so my head goes back.

I breathe for a moment and burst into laughter.

"Come on Wayne. You gonna keep using me as a punching bag? Or are you going to finish the job" I ask and spit out more blood.

"Know your limits Mr. Wayne" I hear a familiar british voice say and I smile.

"You need to leave Jack. Tonight" he mumbles before leaving the room.

"Oh come on Wayne. Let's play" I laugh and he stops in his tracks.

"Oh it's only just begun Jack. It's only just begun"