When The Bad Boy Hates You

Chapter 12

The man against the wall choked out a horrifying sound, gasping for breath as Blake cut off his oxygen supply with his wrists. Blake dropped his hand from around the guys throat and he collapsed, sliding down the wall. Blake then slammed his forearm into his throat again, allowing him to breath but still keeping him restrained. The man's face cringed up in pain and slid to the side as his neck went limp. It was then that I recognised the man as the bartender with tattoos all down his arm, Cameron. 

My hands flew to my mouth to stifle the gasp of horror from what Blake was doing, hurting himself was one thing but hurting someone else I wouldn't stand for that. I stepped forward into the alleyway to put an end to this when something sparked my interest. Blake pulled something out of his hoodie pocket, a small piece of paper. It was the old-rusty piece of paper that he snatched out of my hands before I was able to look at it earlier today. 

I tilted my head to the side as I watched, curious. Blake thrust the piece of paper in front of the barman's eyes. He glared at Cameron through the skull mask, he looked horrifying. I couldn't believe what Blake was doing, he was literally hurting Cameron for information.

"Do you know who this is?" Blake growled in a deep tone that he was putting on, so his voice wasn't recognisable. But I recognised it as I knew him so well. Cameron's eyes widened as he looked at the paper and then hesitated for a long time before answering.

"I don't know man, just let me go." Cameron spluttered up blood as he pleaded. Blake knew he was lying.

"You are lying, you used to supply him drugs," Blake increased his hold on Cameron's throat and his eyes bulged in fear as his air supply was cut once again. A dodgy lamp placed over the top of the backdoor into the pub was the only source of light illuminating the scene. So, Blake and Cameron kept darkening when the light ran out of fuel and then flickered back on again after a few moments. It was making my heart race harder at not being able to see what was occurring for moments on end.

"Tell me what you know about him or I will hurt you," threatened Blake as he pulled his fist back and punched Cameron in the face with sickening force. A gasp escaped my lips in horror and I clasped my hands over my mouth. Cameron's head smashed back into the faded red brick wall. His head lolled to the side as if he lost all his strength to fight back. Then suddenly his eyes snapped open.

"His name was Jason Theodore. The last time I saw him was a year ago and I made a deal with him at the orphanage gardens." Blake nodded back in satisfaction and pulled his hood even further over his face. My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as recognition washed through me. I knew who Jason Theodore is, he used to go to my school. 

Lisa and I used to be quite good friends with him until he moved schools. He was a short, stocky guy very quiet but when you got to know him he had a confidence to himself that made people flock to him.

"Did you ever see him at this pub?" Blake seemed calmer now that he was getting answers.

Cameron was quiet for a very long time and he closed his eyes tightly, like what he was about to say was going to be treacherous.

"Only once," he agreed reluctantly.

"What was he doing here?" Blake pried.

"He was drinking heavily with a girl, they were fighting."

"What were they arguing about?" He inquired. Cameron sealed his lips shut, squashing them together forcefully. He wasn't saying anymore. Blake noticed this, and I saw him place him hand into his pocket again. I only caught the slight shine of silver as the light caught the sharp edge of a knife. Blake placed it against Cameron's stomach and cut through the skin of his stomach. Cameron's face crumpled up in pain and he yelled out. Nauseas rolled through me from seeing such a sight. Blake was torturing Cameron. Blake yanked the blade away and it was riddled with crimson blood.