My head pounds from the lack of sleep. It's been two days since my bath making it four days that I've been here. Every morning Chase visits me and let's me brush my teeth. He's been getting weirder by the day. I've started to give up my hopes of getting out of this place alive. Maybe I should just end it now before anything else happens. Forcing my weak legs to push myself up I place one foot in front of the other until I'm in front of the small bathroom. Chase leaves it's open and I decide I'm going to use that to my advantage.
The once clean water turns grey as it fills the grimy tub. I want to do this fast, I can't stay here any longer. Not bothering to take of my clothes as I won't need them after this I step into the warm water. Am I really going to do this?
Sitting down I prepare myself by emptying my lungs and push myself under the warm water. The pressure on my body and lungs makes me want to stop but I take deep breath and feel the water run down my dry throat. Pain instantly cascades my mouth and nose making me feel like I need to sneeze. Not being able to hold the air any longer I start coughing and bring my head out of the water involuntarily choking down some air before I can stop myself.
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I haven't left the water since I starting coughing. This was my only way out and I couldn't do it. I'm weak.
"Princess" Chase yells down the hall. "Where are you Princess?"
"In the bath." I crock my voice betraying me.
"Oh baby what's wrong?" Chase says running into the bathroom with me.
"Nothing." I say tears filling my eyes. Chase notices and walks towards me taking in my appearance.
"Allison. Why are you wearing your clothes in the bath?"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do. Why are you wearing your clothes in the bath?" He repeats getting mad and ripping the plug out of the tub. Bringing my knees up to my chest I look away from him and silently cry into my knees.
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Chases pov :
When Allison starts to cry I can't leave her. Sliding my arm under her knees I pick her up and bring her out to the main room of my basement. Setting her on the floor I lift her wet shirt off of her and grab a dry one from her bag.
"I'll do it myself." She pouts and I turn around. "Okay I'm dressed." Turning back to her I see her sitting on the floor in her dry clothes tears still streaming down her face.
"Stop crying."
"Why should I Chase."
"Because you don't have any reason to." I say suddenly mad. "I've been nothing but good to you and here you are pouting about it. Perfect girls don't cry."
"I'm not perfect!" She shouts at me only enforcing my anger more.
"You know what Allison you're not perfect! You're bitchy and you know what happens when you're bitchy to Me?" I growl at her my voice becoming deeper with my anger. Walking calmly towards her she crawls away almost making me stop. She needs to be punished. Yeah. Picking her up again I bring her back into the room she vomited in and place her in the chair. A small shriek escapes her body as I do and I ignore it pulling out a cigarette box and light one. Placing it between my lips I breath in the smoke before walking towards her and placing it on her thigh I watch as the skin turns first red slowly darkening to a chard black. Her screams fills me with joy. No one could replace her. The scream is so perfect. I never want to stop hearing it. Lifting it I look into her shimmery eyes.
"Are you done crying?" I ask her bringing the cigarette back to my face.
"No." She says calmly spitting on my face.
"How fucking dare you." I growl at her placing the smoke back in the burn wound.
"F-fuc-ck you!" She yells. "Just kill me. Why don't you. I'll never love you." Rage covers my sight and all I can see is red. Throwing the cigarette on the ground I reach into my pocket I pull out my pocket knife and point it at her face.
"Maybe I will kill you. Stupid bitch." Do it. Kill her. No. I can't kill her. Tying her back to the chair for the second time I decide to make her something to eat to try and pull her back into caring about me again.
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Allison's pov :
My leg stings from the small circle burned a half centimeter deep. Chase seemed different today usually when he gets mad he yells at me but today he actually did something about it. Maybe if I keep pushing him he'll evidently kill me. I'm going to face a lot of pain before he does but it will be worth it to be able to leave this place.
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Sitting in the chair I start to smell McDonald's. Clearly I'm finally going crazy.
"Allison." I hear my dad say. Appearing in the doorway holding a small bag.
"Dad?" I say hope bubbling in my chest.
"Um no. Allison who am I?" He voice changes getting hoarse and deep his face mashing into a image I don't understand.
"I don't know. Who are you?"
"It's me allison. It's Chase." He says his face finally coming into view.
"Why do I smell McDonald's?" I say looking towards the small bag in his hand seeing the gold m for the first time. "Why are you doing this?"
"Doing What?"
"Bringing food down here. I haven't eaten in days and here you are bringing McDonald's just to make me suffer."
"It's for you." He says shocking me further. Walking towards me he pulls a small fry and burger from his bag. Unwrapping the burger he lifts it to my face and let's me take a bite. The burger is heavenly and tastes better than I ever remember. As I swallow I feel the food trail down my throat and plop down into my empty stomach almost filling me up instantly.
"Thank you." I croak making a smile appear on his face.
"You're welcome."
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