Addicted...

Chapter 23

"Trystan I would appreciate it if you could just give us a moment, just leave. Go to the diner and tell them I'm going to be late for work."

I have to get Trystan away from him. I don't know if he's armed, I don't know if he's only here to threaten us, but for both Trystan and I's safety Trystan has to fuck off. I hope he can see the desperation in my eyes.

"Becka is everything alright. I didn't know you have a stepdad." Goddamnit Trystan! Can't you take the hint and get away?

"Trystan please just go. Don't argue with me on this. Just leave the house for a bit." I look over at Henry and see his smugly amused expression. Fucking dick.

"You really do take me for a fucking fool don't you Rebecka Agness Hayfield? Did you think I would allow this boy to just leave?" Henry spit out. I don't even have a middle name but he calls me Agness because I remind him of his first stepdaughter. But that's the part I don't ever speak about.

Henry painstakingly slowly pulls out a handgun and aims at Trystan. I vaguely remember it as the Beretta M9 from one of my self defence and shooting lessons.

"Now you two birdies do exactly as I say or someone is getting hurt. Sit down pretty boy." Henry's voice is laced with so much venom towards Trystan it makes me want to sit down to protect him.

"And for you Agness. You know what to do. But first you need to make sure loverboy over here doesn't get up and try to stop procedure. You know it never ends well."

"Yes, Master." I sigh and gently pad over to Trystan where he sat down on a pile of my clothes. He must be in shock because of the gun. I have to make sure he doesn't stand up.

"Trystan, if you feel anything, anything at all for me, please don't stand up. If you try to stop him, he'll kill you and then I'm also as good as dead. Please, if you care about me at all, even just the tiniest bit, you'd stay seated." I whisper into Trystan's ear. I hope he does as I ask. Maybe it's a little selfish too, because if he stays seated I know he feels something for me.

Once I'm sure Trystan understands, I start get down onto my knees. I know this is going to hurt, so much more because I have someone that can save me but if he does we're both as good as dead. I'm so sorry Trystan. I hope you can forgive me...

Henry stands in front of me with his belt. The buckle is twice as big as I remember but when the first blow lands on my back I jolt up from my knees. It's just as gruesome as I remember it being. With a heart wrenching sob escaping my lips Trystan snaps out of his daze and quickly jumps up to try and protect me from another blow. By this point Henry has hit me three times. On my exposed back, chest and last one my left cheek which is already bruised and swelling. Trystan takes a swing at Henry and hits him square in the jaw.

Henry staggers back and quickly grabs the gun, Trystan goes for another punch but Henry dodges it and hits Trystan above his right eye with the magazine of the gun. It creates a deep cut that immediately gushes out blood. I need to help Trystan. He doesn't know what Henry is capable of.

I scramble around the floor to search for my phone to call the police. Fuck, even Trystan's phone would do. I'm not fond of using other people's phones, but nothing good will come from Henry with a gun and Trystan trying to fight him.

I ignore the bile rising up my throat and continue to search for something I can use to help Trystan. Why did he have to get up? If I behave I usually don't get that hurt, but not this time. Now I have to fucking help Trystan and I know I can't.

I see Trystan's phone sticking out from where he was seated moments ago. I slowly crawl over to it and dial 911. Trystan is on the floor with a bloody nose and Henry is busy kicking him in his stomach. The 911 call talker starts speaking on the other line so I silently fake a cough into the speaker so she knows it's not a fake call.

Henry turns to me, Trystan is passed out on the floor. "Your little roomate is half dead and if you don't cooperate you'd be worse off than he is." Henry growls, I hope the lady on the phone can hear what he's saying, otherwise I might as well be dead already.

Henry starts laughing so loudly I wince as the sound reaches my ears. "You thought this pathetic punk can save you from me Agness? I thought you know me better than that. You know I can kill you in just one pull of the trigger." My muscles visibly tighten. I know he's trying to scare me because he loves the fear in someones eyes for him.

"But I won't little Agness. Because that removes the fun part of always finding you, again and again." Henry starts laughing again when he finishes talking. I know what's coming next so I subtly end the call and push the phone under a pile of clothes.

Henry grabs a hand full of my hair and picks my up to my feet. He hits me with his fist right on my mouth. I don't have time to process what's happening before the second blow connects to my jaw. By the blood on his hand and the wet feeling on my neck, I know I have a cut on my jaw.

I start to feel lightheaded and I stumble to the floor. I vaguely hear the safety of the gun being lifted and being pulled over, signalling Henry is about to shoot.

He hovers over me with the gun pressed to my head. He starts laughing maniacally and swiftly turns around and aims for Trystan who just stood up.

Everything is at a standstill. I can't move or speak. I want to warn Trystan but I can't. I hear the distant sound of sirens and a window breaking.

Bang!

Trystan falls to the ground with blood pooling around him...