Monster (BWWM) complete

Sullen

 I might regret asking but are Bryce's changes making sense?? I feel as if I've kind of pointed out the fact that he had a sort of mental break but I'm not sure. What do you guys think?? Oh, and comment and vote. Thanks.

Bryce's lungs inflamed yet again as he ran out of air. Air bubbles escaped his lips and nose as his body acted instinctively for air, but he quickly sealed his mouth shut, only allowing a small amount of water into his mouth. He fought with his need to panic, he had learned it that was a bad idea early one. Those his racing heart wouldn't listen and was still convinced he was going to die.

But of course, before that could happen, he felt his body being pulled up and soon his head broke the water's surface. He took in a deep breath of air, choking as much as he could down as he coughed and sputtered. It burned worse then moonshine. His body shivered.

His eyes found her once he was once again out of the tub and suspended over it. He sucked in lung fulls of air but it never seemed to be enough. Maria smirked at him from where she stood, cruel enjoyment clear on her face as she watched him suffer.

Anger and fury burned inside of him at the sight of her face. He wanted to beat that face in until it was no longer recognizable.

With just the jutting of her chin he found himself once again dunked into the tub. When he was pulled out once more, right when he was nearly out of air, the scene before him had changed. Maria no longer stood alone, no instead now Krissy was present as well. Her face was twisted in fear and for good reason, Maria held a blade to her neck and a crazed smirk on her face.

'This is for killing me.' The crazed woman mouthed.

The fury and anger that had once taken hold of him was replaced by complete dread and soul crushing fear. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as Maria slit Krissy's neck and he was once again dunked.

'NOOOO!" He screamed on the way down, forgetting to hold his breath.

Bryce bolted awake a straight up in his large bed, his silk sheets tumbling off a bare, scarred chest. He couldn't catch his breath, he couldn't think straight as the dream replayed over and over in his mind. His one clear thought was:

Krissy

He tossed the covers off him and was out of his bedroom in seconds and twisting open the room next to his door. When they had gotten this new place he had made sure to place Krissy's room right next to his. He hated when she was too far away or when he wasn't close enough to protect her.

Instead of being chewed out about opening her door without knocking like she usually did whenever he would enter her room without asking, he was met with the sight of a empty unmade bed. It was 4:00 am, the clock on her nightstand read.

She should be here.

His heart started to pound as raw fear took hold of his every nerve. "Krissy!" He roared. His hand tightened around the brass door handle before he whirled around. He didn't flinch at the sight of the little man standing behind him, but the man's eyes had grown wide and his frame trembled.

Bryce towered over the man. Gone was the tall slim kid who snatched up by a mad woman and tortured, no he was replaced by a just as tall but more solid man. He was an intimidating sight, especially if one was unlucky enough to witness the hundreds of scars that hid beneath his tailored suites and buttoned up to the last button shirts.