Playing With Fire || d.h

95. Rest in Spaghetti Never Forgetti

A/N: Hey, if I go a few days without replying to comments and messages, it's because my wifi is shit, and I'm only able to post at school. Once my wifi is fixed, I'll start replying again. Thanks!

Dan and I go back to our hotel late at night, somewhere around one or two in the morning. Both two exhausted to change into pajamas, we both just pull off the clothes on our backs and crawl into bed in our underwear. I fall asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillow.

My entire body aches with pain, and as I look down at my body, nearly every inch is covered with cuts and bruises. Tears run down my cheeks, and I look up to see a tall, faceless figure towering over me. He's at least twice my height, and three times as wide as me. I cover backward, pressing my back against the wall behind me.

"P-please...please, let me go," I cry, each word coming out as a sob. To my horror, the tall figure only lets out a horrendous laugh, loud enough that the ground shakes below my feet.

"I'm not going to let you go, little girl. You're mine, and mine only."

Without warning, he laughed toward me, grabbing me by the collar of my ripped shirt and throwing me to the ground. I let out a cry of pain, the sound of cracking bones echoing in my now ringing ears. A foot connects with the back of my head, and the ground begins to spin like a top as shrieking pain runs through my entire being.

"You like that, little girl?" His voice fills me with dread, and there's something similar in his tone, yet I can't put a person to it. However, his voice still finds a way into my mind, echoing around every inch.

He kicks my stomach with all his strength, knocking the wind out of me, and I spit up blood. Uncontrollable whimpers escaping me, I curl into a fetal position, praying to every god I can think of the please let this end. Death would be better than this.

However, I already know it's not going to be that easy.

His large hand pulls me up from the ground, before wrapping around my throat and pinning me against the wall. I try to look into his face, but all I see is a shadow, a completely blank canvas. My stomach sinks, and a second later, his fist connects with my temple, knocking me into oblivion.

I sit straight up, cold sweat running down my temple. I lick my lips, and taste the saltiness of tears. My entire body trembles, and I immediately jump out of bed, needing fresh air. I quickly walk to the window, pulling it open and letting the night wind help me catch me breath. I crumble to a ball on the floor, pulling my knees to my chest and staring blankly at a point in front of me. I focus on my breathing, trying to ground myself.

"What's going on?" Dan's voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin, and I turn to him. He sits up in bed, and turns on the lamp sitting on his nightstand. His eyes squint as he tries to get used to the light. I can tell the second he's able to read the expression on my face, as his expression is immediately covered with concern.

"What is it? What happened?" He asks in a hurried tone, hopping out of bed and walking toward me. I stand up, but as I try to begin explaining what's going on, I immediately burst into tears.

Dan's face softens, and he opens his arms, letting me bury my face in his chest as he wraps me in a bear hug, rubbing circles into my back. This is the second night in a row I've had some sort of meltdown, and the second time he's comforted me through it. For some reason, that only upsets me further, and my sobs grow louder. My legs give out below me, and dan helps lower me to the ground. I pull my legs to my chest, and he keeps his arms around me, letting me know I have him here with me.