Her Penchant For Him

Chapter 1- Blakes POV

I spit the blood out of my mouth and tried to open my eyes as both men left the room. There was blood coming out of my forehead which stung my eyes and forced me to close them. Blood pooled in my mouth making me want to gag, I spit it out to the other side of the cell just as I let out a strangled groan. I felt the rope burn my wrists as hopelessness filled my soul. I tried to remember the face of the man who had done this to me or how I had gotten here. All I could recall was leaving campus and walking to my car, which had been having trouble for a while now. Just my luck that day my battery had died, or something had happened because it wouldn't turn on forcing me to step out and try to check on it. I guess it would've helped knowing something about cars because all I remember seeing was wires and smoke. Then there was pain in the back of my head and the taste of dirt in my mouth before I lost consciousness. 

Afterwards I woke up in a dark room only half awake. It was the shapes I most remember. That and the kicks that were thrown at me followed by laughter. Their voices still boomed in my ears as they complained about getting an easy assignment and how they hated the boss for lowering their standards and how they wished they could kill me to get the job over with. It was only hours later that I woke up again to find them gone and I decided to try calling out for help, however that hadn't worked out so well. Just remembering it made me want to cry and beg for my life but if I did I would give them the satisfaction of knowing I was scared. 

Plus, I remember my mother clearly saying boys don't cry. It was ironic how in the brink of death I thought of her. Even though we had our issues I know she must be insanely worried, that is if she even knows I'm gone. I tried to focus my mind on her so I could forget the stinging pain in my stomach and forehead. Her kind eyes mirrored mine in my memory; but she always said I was a carbon copy of dad. I felt tears prickle my eyes at the memory of her hugging me invaded my mind. I could die in a few hours or even minutes if these people decided it. I would never get a chance to say goodbye to my mother nor Lisa, my nanny or as I liked to call her my caretaker. I felt the hot tears rolls down my cheeks and let myself fall to the side losing all the fight in me. I groaned lowly feeling my body ache at the movement but almost smiled when it became better. I pictured my mother and Lisa both staring at me with a proud look in their eyes. I remember how happy they were when I graduated high school.

 I lay and just sobbed trying not to make noise. Makin noise wouldn't help me now. It would only give me more bruises. They said they would place a bullet between my eyes if I made a ruckus again. I tried to curl myself into a ball as best as I could with my hands and feet tied. I let myself be taken by darkness hoping I would wake up in my bedroom, away from this place.

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I woke up to long banging outside the cell, I felt an ache around my neck and back as well as my lower abdomen. I tried to open my eyes slowly but stopped when a stinging pain hit me. At first, I was confused as to why I felt such pain and then it hit me. It had been real...the nightmare. Not nightmare...reality. My head started to hurt as I tried (and failed) for the third time to open my eyes. They felt heavy as if someone had placed weights in each eye. I let out a strangled cry as I slowly sat up and stopped when I managed to lean against the wall behind me. 

I heard my neck crack when I stretched and moaned lowly feeling the pressure there disappear. I leaned there for a second or two until I noticed I could no longer feel blood sliding down my face and neck, which meant the that the open injuries had closed. Had they closed naturally or had someone come in to cure me? I don't think I slept long enough for them to close naturally but I also don't recall anyone entering. I sat there engulfed with my thoughts and the ever-soothing darkness. I had always loved the dark, I found it peaceful and in this precise moment even more. Darkness meant they were not in the room, that even for a small moment I was safe. I let out a strangled laugh that resembled one of a delusional man.