Tick tock

*~19~*

I didn't really remember being dragged away from Santiago's lifeless body by Natalie.
Hell, I didn't even remember getting my fucked up ass dragged back to that god forsaken cabin.

After my little temper tantrum when Santi took his final breath I've been out of it for like... an hour or something?

I completely shut down.
Which is odd since Natalie was screaming some unholy shit
and god help anyone who raises their voice in the slightest at me cause I'll become a waterfall in zero to hundred real quick.

Instead of doing what I
usually did,
(which was cry like a little baby)
I acted like a teenager with their ear buds shoved into their ears while the music was at full blast...
totally tuned out.

"Ow!" I hissed.
Natalie dabbed the alcohol drenched paper against the cut that Toby made with his hatchet on my arm.

"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't go in that room!" Her voice was cold yet clashed with a hidden burst of fire.

"You were going to kill my family!" I snapped, now jerking my arm away from her.

"You hated them! I was doing
you a fucking favour!
Be grateful!" Natalie growled through gritted teeth.

I literally had to restrain myself from bursting out into a gut of sarcastic laughter.
"Grateful? Grateful?
You want me to be fucking grateful?"
Dude! You knew
that my family loved me and you lied!
I lied Natalie!
I trusted you-"

"Well then that's your mistake for trusting me." She deadpanned.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes at the statement. It was so... so explicit and true,
kinda like politicians talking about global warming.

Fuck this shit.

I open my mouth to speak but no words come out.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Look, Natalie, you have no cause for me whatsoever... and I just really want to go home."

"And I want a new life, it ain't happening!
You're not going anywhere, can't you just except that?!" She slammed her fist down on the kitchen counter.

"Your ass must be pretty jealous of all that shit that flows
out of your mouth." I spat; crossing my arms against my chest.
"You can't even give me a good reason about why I can't leave,"
I pull out my phone
from my pocket and quickly find the conversation between
Natalie and my sister.

"You said that I'll finally be yours, eliminating the excuse that you can't just drop me off right in front of my house. You actually can... you just don't want to."

Natalie eyed the phone in my hand with pure hatred.

"If you're waiting for me to care you better bring some food and a blanket cause it'll take a very long time, hon." Her narrow gaze
landed on my eyes.

"Natalie, look, I'm not going to fight with you... just tell me why you are still keeping me here!"