Runnin Thru The 7th - SuicideBoys

I'm Back

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence 

A week goes by, Emily and I are doing fine but we feel trapped in this stupid ass hotel room. We're too scared to go out and risk Jake finding us, plus we don't want to waste money on a cab. We decide to watch some TV and smoke a blunt. After a couple hours, we hear a knock on the door. I grab the knife out of my bag, just in case. I don't know how Jake would find us but I don't want to take the risk. 

The door doesn't have a peephole so I have to crack the door open as little as possible. As soon as I open it I launch back from being hit by it. I fall to the ground, thankfully still holding the knife in my hand. I look up to see Jake and one of his friends, Kyle, standing over me. Emily starts to move off of the bed but stops when she sees the 9mm in Jake's hand. 

"You better stay there, bitch!" He yells, pointing the gun at Emily. 

I flinch when I see the gun flick back over to me. I can't move, I don't even want to see what he'll do if I try. I want to reason with him, but no words can escape my mouth.

"I don't see your little guard dogs here, did they abandon you? Poor baby," He laughs, as he slowly walks over to me. 

He kneels down and puts the gun to my head. I feel an overwhelming amount of emotions overtake my entire body. I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to freak out, but most of all I want Scrim. I need him to come protect me but at this point, there's nothing I can do except stare down the barrel of a pistol. 

Kyle walks over and holds a knife to Emily's throat. I feel so bad for her, I just want them to leave her alone and kill me. She doesn't deserve to go through this, she has no involvement in Jake and I's problems. 

Jake pulls some rope out of the pocket on his sweatshirt and pulls me up off of the floor. He drags me over to the corner next to the bed, he ties my hands behind my back while still holding the gun against my temple. Then, Kyle does the same thing to Emily but with a little less force. 

"Stay right fucking here," He laughs. "Well, it looks like you don't have a choice," He says as he walks over and sits on the bed, Kyle follows. 

Emily and I don't dare say a word or move, we just sit there silently waiting for something to happen.  Jake tells us he's gonna wait a little longer before he kills us so he can rest for a few minutes. He doesn't know that I have the knife, so I use it to my advantage. With their backs to us, it gives Em and I a chance to communicate with expressions. Another advantage to defeat them is the fact that we can talk to each other without saying shit, but we know exactly what the other one means. I nudge Emily without alerted either Jake nor Kyle, she looks over at me as I motion my head towards the knife in my back pocket. The gun is sitting right behind Jake on the bed. We know exactly what we have to do. I slowly reach and grab the knife, I quietly start to cut the rope off of one hand. Jake turns around and I stop moving, thankfully he doesn't notice and turns back towards the TV. I manage to cut the rest of the rope, freeing my bright red hands. I move closer to Emily and free her as well. Kyle still has his own knife in his hand so we have to be smart about the moves we make.

Since we're close to the bed, we can move quick enough to get to them before they notice. I jump up and tackle Jake off of the bed and Emily grabs the gun. She firmly holds it to Kyle's head, her hands aren't even shaking, despite how scared I know she is. With her free hand, she takes the knife away from Kyle. I place myself on top of Jake and hold the knife to his throat.

"You better stay there, bitch," I repeat his previous words back to him as I smile. 

He doesn't move a muscle, for once, he does something smart. I push the knife harder into his throat, creating a small amount of blood to flow out. He screams, so I hold my hand over his mouth as a warning.

"I'm not going to kill you, sweetheart, I'm just going to show you what it's been like for me all this time I've been with you. Don't make noise, or you'll make it worse for yourself," I say, making sure he sees all of the emotions I've felt for the past year.

I put the knife back into my pocket and punch him in the jaw, the eye, the mouth, and then the nose. These are all the places he's targeted on my face since the abuse started. I didn't hold any force back, I tried to hit him just as hard as he's always hit me. I told Emily to point the gun at Jake so he wouldn't move, as I walked over to Kyle. I pulled the knife out of my pocket and flicked it open, I held it to his cheek. I slowly pushed it into his skin and pulled it down, causing a thick laceration to form and blood to spill out. He didn't even fight back, he must have known that trying to move away from it would make his punishment worse. I pushed him back on the bed and stood over him.

"If you say shit to anyone, I'll fucking torture and kill you, got it?"

He shakes his head yes but doesn't move after that. I walk back over to Jake and do the same thing I had just done to Kyle.

"Good, now you pussies are matching," I say with an evil grin plastered across my face. "If you say shit, I'm gonna have my 'little guard dogs'  come and teach you another lesson. Now get the fuck outta here and never come back.

As soon as I say that, they run out of the room as fast as they can and shut the door behind them, without saying another word.

Shit this one was long lol my bad