Once Bitten, Twice Shy [[Kid X Reader X Ace]]

Hell Hath No Fury

READER POV:

You don't know how long you'd been out, but you knew your head was throbbing and you were sore all over. You rolled over on your side and pushed off the cold stone beneath you and sat up against the wall. How long were they going to keep you here? Why did they keep torturing you?

-flashback-

You came to strapped down to a table with a bright white light blaring down on you. You blinked your eyes a few times trying to adjust to your surroundings. You were still groggy from whatever whoever stuck you with. 

"What the fuck?" you muttered to yourself as you pulled at the arm and wrist restraints. "Fuck." Your waist, chest, thighs and ankles were all strapped to this table. "Where am I?" you asked aloud, half hoping for a response, but then again you'd be scared shitless if you got one. You looked around and realized this was some hospital....an old hospital...

You shifted your eyes to the left when you felt the stare again.

"Hororororororo"

That fucking laugh.....nails on a chalkboard sound better.

"Looks like someone finally woke up." said a pink haired lolita emerging from the shadows. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Perona."

"I don't care." you snarled, "Why the FUCK am I here?"

"Such a temper," said a raven haired beauty, "and such language."

"Now, now Boa. Beggers can't be choosers." Perona cooed at the raven.

"Ladies," came a voice from the background, "Has our guest woken up?"

Your blood ran cold when you saw the figure before you. You hadn't seen this man since your families funeral twelve years ago. You had an argument with your parents and gotten yourself grounded while they went to the local carnival with your  six year-old little sister Lyn. You were 13, it didn't matter. That was kiddie shit. You'd fallen asleep on the couch when you were awoken by several loud bangs on the door. You rushed over and looked through the peephole to see two police officers at you door.

Your parents and Lyn were killed in a car accident. You collapsed on the porch. You didn't know what to do. You couldn't scream. You couldn't cry. It was like someone punched you in the gut. "Smoker," said the female officer to a white haired officer, "Take her inside. She needs to know and we need to find a lead."

The minute he picked you up, you started sobbing. You couldn't stop for a solid five minutes. But when you finally calmed down, Smoker and you began talking. He asked you what was the last thing you remember from tonight and you told him about the events that led to you not going with them that night. He asked if your father had recently gotten into an argument with anyone other than you recently. You said he had been getting into disagreements with your uncle for the past few weeks. Money distribution since your grandfather had passed. You asked him why. He shifted uncomfortably and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Your parents were forced off the bridge. Someone pushed them." he replied looking at the floor. "There was another set of tire tracks behind where your parents car went over. Your father was slamming on the brakes so hard it left long marks on the road. They must've failed in the end from all the pressure."

Silence enveloped the room.

"You think it was him?" you gaped at him.

"It's not out of the question." he stated coolly. "You wouldn't happen to know what he would've been doing this evening, would you?"