Morphine||Carl Grimes

2. Trouble

"Hard to see when your eyes are closed, hard to love when your heart is broken."
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Ophelia
I groan as I wake up, a lot of bones popping as I bend me back and move my neck. As I go to sit up, I can't. My wrists and ankles are handcuffed to head and foot boards of the bed, and my waist has a rope around it that's been looped under the bed multiple times. 
I start to hyperventilate as I remember the events from last night.
I lift my head and try to look around. I'm in an unfamiliar room that looks like a bedroom. The sheets are blue that have been laid on top of me. There's a desk by the window and a dresser next to the head of the bed.
I try to slip my hand from the cuffs but to no avail. I can't help it when tears slip from my eyes and sobs begins to come about my lips.
Almost as soon as the noise begins, the door opens.
It's the boy from last night.
"Please, I didn't want to hurt anyone. I just needed-"
He cut me off.
"Stop begging me to not hurt or kill you." He speaks, dropping his hand.
I just nod and don't speak.
"Where is your group?"
"I- I can't say, I won't let you hurt them." I say, sounding pathetic. The boy that appears to be in his late teens chuckles.
"What could you do about it if we wanted to? You're chained to my bed and no one knows you're here. You could've been walker food by now."
This sparks tears to my eyes again, but I try to keep a strong face. I don't speak.
He tilts him head to one side, hair falling over his eyes.
"Got a name?" He says.
"I-I'm Ophelia."
He smirks, almost seeming delighted about how uncomfortable I am.
"I'm Carl, and you're acting like you don't like my presence." He speaks, faking offense.
"I usually hang alone."
"That's about to change." Carl says, squatting down so he's at my level.
He pulls something out from his back pocket.
A flask.
He starts unscrewing it and takes a drink.
My eyes squint at him, just watching his actions.
"What? Want a drink?" He asks.
"I'm not exactly in the mood to get drunk." I say as I roll my eyes.
"I'd watch the attitude if I were you, that shit is gonna get you in trouble around here."
I ignore his comment. I just want to get out of here. Get back to my people. They need me.
Carl starts fidgeting with the rope around my stomach, as he does, his hand pushes slightly on my bladder making me realize I have to go to the bathroom.
"Carl?"
He doesn't respond.
"Carl I have to pee."
He raises his focus from the rope and gives an annoyed grunt.
He quickly unties the knots in the rope. Then unlocks my handcuffs from my wrists and ankles, besides my right hand which he unlocks the side that was on the bed.
I watch as he clamps it around his left wrist.
Carl yanks me upward, leading me to the bathroom down the hall.
He shuts the bathroom door behind us.
"Okay go." He says in an agitated way after I stare at him for a moment.
"Are you not gonna-"
"No."
I undo my jean button and pull them down, then sitting on the toilet. I make sure my shirt covers me in the front. Carl faces the wall in front of us.
This is awkward, I feel like a prisoner.
Wait, am I a prisoner.
"Carl why are you keeping me here?" I ask as I finish up.
He just shrugs, not answering.
Why is he so weird?
As soon as I button my jeans back up, he quickly pulls me out of the bathroom. I notice how his eyes look back and forth in the hallways, as if to check that no one was coming.
I need to get out of here, this boy could kill me and no one would know.
As we enter his room, I see a picture frame on his dresser. I quickly grab it and hit him over the head, the glass breaking to the floor.
Cake doubles over, which as a result of our cuffed hands, so do I. I notice a large shard of glass on the ground as Carl groans.
I quickly pick it up and force it onto his neck, pulling his upper body up close to me.
I breathe, my eyes wide as I hold the sharp glass to his throat.
Carl chuckles.
"Clever girl."
"Unlock us, and let me go." I say, shaking with adrenaline. I press the glass a little into his skin.
He hisses in pain.
"Fine." He seethes, taking the keys out of his pocket. He unlocks me from the cuff, I quickly turn and dash for the door. I make it downstairs and run for the front door.
I turn the doorknob to freedom.
It's locked from the outside.
I hear Carl's slow footsteps down the stair.
"Shit." I whisper.
I run to the next room out of sight, which happens to be the kitchen.
I think quick after grabbing a butcher knife, and get into the cabinet below the sink.
"Where'd my clever girl go?" Carl says in a sing song voice. I put my hand over my mouth to keep my breathing down.
I hear Carl's footsteps enter the kitchen, my eyes widen. He laughs.
"I see Ophelia armed herself."
The knife.
"Haven't you ever heard the term..."
Suddenly, the cabinet door flies open and Carl has a gun to my face; my own hand ready with the knife.
"Don't bring a knife to a gun fight?"