Troublemaker

Chapter Fourty- Three

⚠️ I'd like to put a trigger warning here. There is torture// abuse// mention of rape//possible suicide scenes ⚠️

- Felix's POV -

I awoke with a throbbing pain in my head, the world was fuzzy at first but a sharp slap to my cheek manage to make me focus.

" 'ello Razor" a British woman's voice said, I lazily smiled.

"I definitely did not miss that screechy voice"
Another slap,

"Sophie, leave him" Lucas snapped. Sophie folded her arms across her chest, sending me a glare. I took in the room, I seemed to be in a random store room. A balcony door and the door Lucas sat in front of were the only ways out. I was uncomfortably tied to a metal chair that they've bolted to the ground.

I knew where we were, Lucas would bring the members who were traitors, liars ect to this room. They'd be strapped to the chair like me, and tortured using the tools on the shelves. I have been in this room before, it sent shivers down my spine whenever he would forcibly drag someone through the building to the room where he's screams would be cut off by soundproof walls.

"So, we find ourself a here again huh Felix? I've told you, you couldn't escape" Lucas's chilling voice cut through the quietness. He sat in a chair, cross his leg over the other and staring me down.

"I've said it plenty of times, I'm not getting back into this stupid gang with you!" I yelled,

"WHO MADE YOU?!" He yelled back, standing up suddenly, all of his calm composure melted away.
"WHO BROUGHT YOU FROM THAT RAT HOLE YOU LIVED IN, TRAINED YOU TO SURVIVE? I TOOK YOU UNDER MY GODDAMN WING AND YOU BETRAY ME!" He slammed his hands on the metal table making both me and Sophie flinch.

"I was the one who helped you rise from the ashes like a Phoenix" he muttered,
"I'm the one that killed you deadbeat dad and saved you but you bit the hand that fed you" he turned back to face me. In his hand was a large but thin knife, he walked towards me. I knew fear and this was it. My body wanted to run, memories I didn't want to resurface flashed before my eyes.

A locked closet
Someone banging, Shouting
My mothers warm embrace
Blood
Gunshots
The cold metal of a knife
Death

Although I wanted to be strong, I couldn't. I started to hyperventilate as Lucas pointed the knife at my neck. I wanted to scream but no sound escaped my mouth.

"This scene looks familiar" Sophie chuckled darkly.
"I've seen this before, this is the part where Razor cries and begs for forgiveness. Just. Like. Last time"

"Out Sophie" Lucas barked,
"Go deal with the other feral"
Sophie shrugged and walked away with a smile. I never liked her, a loyal lap dog to Lucas.

"Now, my patience is running extremely thin" Lucas said, going back to his calm demeanour. Yet the knife pressed further into my neck, slightly cutting in so blood beaded.
"Make your choice. Will you bow down so far, your face touches the ground and beg for forgiveness or will you challenge me again you faggot?!"
My fear was gone, replaced with anger now. 

"I will never join you" I hissed, glaring up at him. It happened so quickly, his face quickly changed into anger and the knife left my neck. He cut upwards from my left cheek to my hairline, cutting through my left eye. I screamed in pain, my vision becoming blurry. Lucas smiled,