Hell's Queen

Geno

He claims that I did nothing wrong... But I had done so many things wrong... So many things horribly wrong...

I didn't want to do it... But it was either them... or me.

Carefully, he rocked us, rubbing my back in a soothing way. Why was I letting him help me? I hadn't even let my friends help me! And they know some of what I did! Of what happened!

But... I felt safe in his arms... I felt like nothing can get to me... Like he'll make it all better...

Even if he's suppose to be a Satanist, he's not all bad... Even though he's cocky, he actually cares about me... Going so far as to ignore my tsundere-ness...

I relaxed further in his hold, closing my eye.

It was bright... Too bright... I couldn't make anything out, just the voices... But, they were talking too fast and in words that I didn't understand...

"M-Mommy?" I groaned, my head felt heavy.

"Shit, its awake." A groggy voice called out.

"Damnit, Mitch, I told you that wouldn't be enough!" A woman's voice snapped.

I didn't like how angry they sounded, so I tried to move away, but... I couldn't... The feeling of something tight around my wrists and ankles caught my attention.

As best as I could, I looked down at myself.

I was wearing a hospital gown, my arms and legs tied down by leather straps.

"Fucking bitch." A male voice grumbled, a large hand forcing me back to a cold bed.

"Mommy!" I shouted, panic surging through my small body, affectively waking it more. Where was I? Why was I here?! What was going on! "Mommy!"

"Shut it, brat!" The female voice snapped, something harsh cracking my cheek.

I started crying, specially when something was stuck in my arms. I cried out as more pain entered me, the people around me starting to yell at each other...

I wanted Mommy! Where was Mommy?

I gasped, moving to jolt up, but a hand stopped me from moving.

My eye moved towards the owner, my body stiff as a board and my hands clammy with sweat.

The person before me kept flickering... Like they weren't real, but they were!

No, I was seeing things... I was alone... No one was there...

I closed my eye and pulled myself away from it, I had to calm down... I was alone...

"I count to one..." I whispered, my voice breathy. "I'm all done..." I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing soul. "I count to two... What shall I do..."

Warm arms circled around me, making me snap my eye open and push whoever the hell was trying to touch me away!

They held me tightly, carefully forcing my head up.

"After... After, you're safe... You're safe..." A deep voice whispered, the hand on my chin moving towards my cheek. "You're safe..."

My breathing calmed slightly as I stared at Reaper, he looked so tired and worried... His hand gently caressed my cheek, calming my racing soul.

Why did I feel like I wanted to kiss him? Probably because I'm still in panic mode.

"H-How lo-long?" I whispered, tightly gripping his black shirt.

"Four hours... Does this happen often?" Concern was certainly in his voice and eyes.

"N-No... No-Not enough fo-for me to not-notice the signs..." I took a deep breath through my nose before slowly releasing from my mouth. "I wasn't screaming, was I?" God, I hope not.

He shook his head, his bone brows furrowing in more worry.

"No... I came in and saw you tossing and turning... You were whimpering..." He whispered, running his thumb under my last eye. "What were you dreaming about that would make you scream?"

I gulped, a lump forming in my throat.

"A very, very bad place..." I took my head from his hand, carefully pushing him away. "Let's switch places... You've dealt with enough people for now..."

Reaper opened his mouth, most likely to try and object, but he stopped and nodded.

"Just... Just don't push yourself too much..."

I nodded at him, a little... perplexed. He wasn't going to try and stop me? Okay...

I'll think about it later... Later...