All The Hurt Would Go Away

But I'll merely say goodbye...

I gulped as Lin was seething with rage, I know he can be overprotective and has every reason to be. In one way it proved my strength, earlier a hand on my leg got me a hospital visit but now I'm merely uncomfortable by it. I've been wearing long sleeves since the cuts have been bandaged so I'm still unsure of whether Andy knows how bad they are. Blinking out of my thoughts I watched Andrew prepare his coffee painfully slowly while eyeing Lin; he was being a dick by just doing that. But when he moved over to my mug and started to pour the exact amount of milk I normally had, Lin stood up in protest about to say something he'd regret. Keeping his hand on my thigh, Andrew looked up at him with that twisted innocent look causing Lin to storm out of the room and into his study. Great.
"What the fuck?"
I removed his hand from my thigh glaring at him.
"Just child's play! I wanted to see how long he'd last till he'd give up."
He smiled at me, but it was different. It was a dark smile, a fake one. A brief memory flashed through my head as I moved away from the man beside me.
"Like I did those years ago."
"What?"
"You - you waited until I gave up before you did the damage, y-you didn't want me to fight so it would be easier to get over with."
"Jon -"
"No. You can't use my name against me again, you didn't change, you still like to test people and find their weaknesses don't you? Don't you?! FOR FUCK'S SAKE ANSWER ME!"
"I'm different."
"Fucking liar."
We both were angry, I couldn't believe I fell into his trap again and he couldn't believe I worked it all out. He was silent though, harsh words only spoken while I screamed at him.
"Get the fuck out of here!"
"No."
"I bet you hate this! You like being in control well guess what? It's over. You've done your time but you stay like this and you'll be destined for prison stuck in a fucking spiral. Remember my face, dickhead."
"I'll remember it how I last enjoyed it, on that bed, screaming for mercy and crying out endlessly. That's how I'll remember you and that's how you'll remember me, towering above you as you lie down, pathetic."
He stood up from the sofa and grabbed my arms where the cuts were, digging his nails in to the wounds as much as he could. Tears filled my eyes as he lifted me off the couch and held me there while the cuts bled one by one as his nails raked down my arms. I landed back on the sofa my shirt now soaked through with blood on each sleeve.
"You a-asshole."
I choked out as I started to feel nauseous.
"This is how I'll remember your face, weak and unable. What was it? Oh yeah, trapped, feeble and pitiful. It fitted then and it fits now. I never forgot about it, I never will. You may be broken, but I'll shatter you to pieces before I'm finished with you."
I burst into a coughing fit as he stood watching me, smiling maliciously. On each cough my entire body shook and I groaned at the pain of moving my arms.
"Oh and I always like to make my mark on what's mine."
I moved my face as far as possible from him as he chuckled.
"Not like that silly, I like to leave a longer lasting impression."
With one hand on the side of my face and one holding my shoulder he forced me to turn my head as he left a painful mark on my neck biting it afterwards causing tears to spring in my eyes. Pinching the tender skin with one hand he smiled and let me go as I curled into a ball on the sofa.
"Goodbye Jon."
He walked out of the house clicking the front door shut behind him. Lin clearly hadn't heard that otherwise he would have intervened so it was obvious he had his sound blocking headphones on. I remembered they were Bluetooth so whatever he was listening to should pause if I called him. Wincing at the pain I reached for my phone and quickly pressed his contact name.
"Jon?"
"Help."
The door of the living room swung open as Lin rushed in and cursed out loud reaching for the house phone.
"Hello, ambulance, deep wounds on inner forearms, bleeding heavily -"
He recited his address as I started to worry, what was going on? The room started to blur around me as I closed my eyes.
"No Jon! Stay with me! Come on, open your eyes goddamnit!"
I opened my eyes as Lin shook me awake, he wasn't in focus but he kept telling me to not close my eyes. Was I dying?
"The ambulance is here Jon you've gotta get inside okay? It's gonna be fine just keep your eyes open for me I'll be waiting for you in hospital."
Two men rushed in the house and lifted me on to a stretcher carrying me back out and into the van. This is exactly what happened to Stacy. Am I still alive? The doors slammed shut and I started to shake, Lin caught sight of me and rushed towards the driver.
"Do you have a light for the patient? He's got PTSD and being alone in the dark in an enclosed space is gonna trigger a flashback."
One of the men flicked a switch and the area lit up, I breathed a 'thanks' but burst into a coughing fit again and the same man reached for a bottle of water handing it to me. They were both staring at my arms.
"If we're ready can we go? I'm not sure how much time this guy has got."
I watched Lin get into his car before the van doors closed and the ambulance moved, sirens blaring and all. I started to shake feeling cold and hot at the same time hearing the men frantically tell the driver to go faster while the area around me started to turn to black.