I hate you !

Chapter 22

Zack's POV

I open my eyes and see that I'm strapped down to the bed. What the fuck. I look around the room and see that I'm in my bedroom. The lights are off. Then suddenly someone flicks it on blinding me. I squeeze my eyes shut. "You're awake, good." I snap open my eyes and see Blair standing there with a knife in her hand and she has that cold look in her eyes again. "I'm sor-" I begin. "Save it!" She snaps. "Stop apologising because I am not accepting it." She continues. Her voice was strong and filled power. "Why am I strapped down here?" I ask as my heart rate increases. Pieces of the dream flashes before my eyes. "You really don't know?" She asks. "How about I remind you." She says walking towards me.

When she reaches the bed, and sits beside me, she holds the knife above my neck and I try to pull my head away. "I'm not going to hurt you." She says. "Then why do you have the knife?" I ask. "To do this." She brings the knife down to my neck and I squeeze my eyes shut as my heart rate accelerates. Then I hear something rip. I open my eyes and see that the first strap that was on my neck is divided into two pieces and isn't holding my neck down anymore. "Every time you make progress, I'll remove a strap." Blair says.

"Progress with what?" I ask. "If you're honest and don't turn into your devilish side for all the time that I'm here, then I'll set you free." She says. "How long will you be here?" I ask. "A very long time, I'll practically be living in your room while your strapped down to that bed." She says. "What about food and water?" I ask. "I'll bring that to you or send someone for it." She says. "So are you doing to feed me?" I ask with a smirk on my face. "Do not. Push me." She says twirling the knife around so it catches light. "You're devilish right now." I tell her. "No. I'm in the middle of both my bad side and my good side. If I need to switch I can." She says.

"Are you angry with me?" I ask. "She stops twirling the knife. "How about you answer that question yourself." She says, her eyes turning colder but the minute. "Do you want to kill me?" I ask. She watches me and then holds my chin with her thumb and index finger making me look her in the eyes. "No Zack, I am not like you." She says as her eyes turn the coldest I've ever seen. She gets off the bed and leaves the room. I hear voices outside. "How is he?" It sounds like Sam's voice. "He's not the devil so that's good." Blair says. "Any progress?" Sam asks. "I was able to scare him." She says. "Good." Sam replies. "I'm going downstairs." I hear Blair say. "Okay. I'll talk to him by the time." Sam says. I hear her footsteps fade.

Sam walks in. "Hello." He says. "Hey." I greet. "So she has made progress." I hear him mutter. "What do you mean she made progress?" I ask. "The other you would have said something like: Have you come to help or be tortured for being on that bitch's side?" Sam says. "Wow." I say. "Yeah, but we're taking precautions in case he comes back." Sam says. "She does it too you know." I tell him. "Does what?" He asks moving closer to me. "Becomes like him." I say. "But she knows how to control it." He says. "For how long. She can lose control if she gets angry enough and then she might not come back." I say. "Yeah, I know. But for now, she knows how to control it." Sam says.

The door opens again and Blair walks back in holding a plate filled with French fries and another filled with pizza. "Is that for me?" I ask. "No it's for Sam and I." She says giving him the fries. "Oh." I say. "Why? Are you hungry? All your favourite foods making you hungry?" She asks innocently as an olive falls off the pizza onto her plate. "Yes." I say. "I'm kidding the fries are for you." She says taking the plate of fries away from Sam. "Bu-" he says with his mouth full. "Don't worry, we have more downstairs." She says. He gets up and runs out the door. "So do you want it?" She asks. I nod my head yes. "Uhhh how am I going to eat?" I ask as I look down at my hands under the straps.

I see her think for a while. "I'm going to take some of them off, but as soon as your finished, I'm putting them back on." She says. "Okay." I say. She puts her plate on the foot of the bed and washes her hands in the connecting bathroom. She comes back out and walks up to me. "If you try anything, I will not hesitate to hurt you." She says warning me. "I'm not him." I tell her. "Not yet you aren't." She says. She starts with the straps below my neck, then goes down to the six on my torso. I see her hand hover over the seventh. She doesn't remove it. "I think you would be able to eat there." She says.
"Or you can remove the seventh one, love." I say. In a split second she pulls out the knife and points it at my neck. "Do not play with me." She growls. "I just wanted to see your reaction." I say nervously.