Escape Hell//Mike Vitar FanFic COMPLETED

Chapter Seven

Tom's POV

I knew I had fucked up bad! Mike now knows I'm a psychotic piece of shit, which means he doesnt want anything to do with me now. Plus, if I were to let him go I know he'll go to the cops...or to someone. I couldn't have it happen, so I'm going to keep Mike here, it looks like things are going to have to get a little rough soon if I can't get Mike to settle down. I heard that little voice in the back of my head again, the one that gave me the plan to kidnap Mike...now I need to...torture him, to get what i want. Torture him, make him even more afraid! Show no mercy until he loves you! It was a dark...deep voice, it sounded like the devil himself. I'm so fucking crazy! Ha! There's no fuckin voice in my head I thought. That's when I swore I could've heard the other voice say, if I'm not real then why did you kidnap this young man like I convinced you to do? I began laughing hysterically, I tossed my body on a chunk of hay and buried my face in both my palms. I pulled my face away and I was laughing so hard at myself i was actually crying. Ain't no fucking voice in my head! I thought again...and the thought made me laugh even harder. I wiped the tears away and recollected myself....I waited...I sat on the hay and stared at the old barn walls...my head was silent now. The voices are gone...for now.
I went outside the barn and picked up a small tin bucket and filled it with water from an old well my grandfather had installed several years ago...but it still worked. I went back into the barn and grabbed a white wash cloth that was hanging from an old meat hook on the left hand side of the barn. With these materials, I head back up the ladder to where I kept Mike. I stopped in front of Mike, still looking like he is just waking up from that big blow to the head last night. His dried blood still covered the right side of his face and neck, and the back of his head. I kneeled down in front of him, his eyes were shut again, and I sunk the wash cloth into the water in the bucket. I wrung the cloth out of the heavy water and gently pressed the wet wash cloth against Mike's right cheek, I wanted to clean his face and neck of all this dry blood. I sunk the wash cloth into the water again and wrung it out a second time, I gently went over his neck and side of his neck to clean away dry blood spots there. While doing this I saw Mike tilting his head back and forth slowly. In order to continuing cleaning off this dry blood on him I had to sort of shake him away so his head quit tilting side to side. I gently shook Mike to wake him and he jumped and gasped, "Hey hey! Calm down it's just me" I whispered to him. Mike instantly settled down but he looked concerned as to why I'm touching his face and neck with a wet wash cloth. I told him I was trying to clean off some of that dry blood, "Oh...thanks?" He whispered back. Mike's eyes were half open, he looked like he was about to drift back off to sleep. I got a little worried, "Mike...Try and stay up okay?" I say quietly, Mike tries widening his eyes but fails, "I can't keep my eyes open...I feel so weak man..." he says with a bit of a moan. I keep cleaning the dry blood off his skin, I then decide to try and get a look at what I did to his head last night. Obviously I got him pretty hard if he's bleeding like this. I got really worried now, I hoped I didn't fuck him up so bad that he might die soon. I took a small flashlight from my back pocket and took a look at the back of his head. His hair was sticky and hard, I touched the lower center of his head and he whimpered in pain a little. I took my hand away, "Shit...I'm really sorry about this, I didn't mean to hit you so damn hard man" I told him. Mike shrugged me away from him a little and I kneeled back in front of him, "That's most likely why...why I feel so fucking tired..." Mike whispers. I teared up a little, the way Mike looked right now and by how little energy he has I was thinking that he might possibly die if I didn't do something, I'm sure he definitely has a concussion. Then I realized that he might also be dehydrated because I took Mike late last night and I've had him sitting in this muggy barn all day losing bits of blood. I climbed back down the wooden ladder and grabbed a tin cup sitting on one of the hay stacks. I went outside and was able to fill it with water, I climbed the ladder again and handed Mike the cup, "Here, drink this" I told him. Mike took the cup into his cuffed hands but stared at me worried, "It's okay man it's just water" I assured him, he chugged it down and then he looked over at the bucket filled with the water I used to clean the blood with, "Can you hand me that bucket please" Mike asked. I gave Mike a puzzled look but handed it to him anyway. He took the bucket into his hands and managed to pour it over his head. The bucket falls from his hands and rolls across the floor, Mike was taking deep breaths of relief now. He seemed like he gained some energy after he drank that water and then drenched himself with the bucket. I stared at him with my jaw dropped, "Feels kinda better..." Mike said softly, then he let out a chuckle. I smiled but was still puzzled, Oh shit I made him go bananas like me! I thought.