What Lies Beneath

Chapter Eighteen

(Katie's pov)

"I told you not to injure him," I angrily yelled, before slapping Vlad across the face.

"What was I supposed to do, he started to fight back," Vlad protested.

"Maybe, I don't know, try not shooting him in the fucking leg."

"Sorry"

"Just leave." Vlad apologized one more time, before leaving the room. Sighing, I turned my head to where Nathaniel was currently at.

His legs and arms were tied to the chair, while his eyes were blind folded.

Luckily, between Father and myself, we were able to save him. Vlad had banged him up pretty badly though, Nathaniel had a few broken ribs, a bruised back, concussion and a gun shot to the leg, not including the blood loss he suffered.

Grabbing my glass of vodka, I brought the chilled glass to my lips, downing what was left of my drink, before walking over to Nathaniel.

Walking behind him, I untied his blindfold, letting it fall somewhere on the floor.

Walking infront of him, I watched as he blinked his eyes a few times, trying to adjust to the bright light. He looked around the room before his eyes landed on me, his face scrunched up in a mixture of confusion and pain.

"Hello Nathaniel."

"W-Where am I?" He asked with a shaky voice.

"That's none of your concern," I said, walking closer to him, examining his face.

"Father won't be happy about this." He had a bruise that covered most of his cheek.

"Father?"

"You'll meet him in time, don't worry " I moved away from him, grabbing a chair before taking a seat infront of him.

"So how are you feeling?"

"Like I was hit by a bus."

"Not surprising, with all Vlad put you through."

"So tell me Nate," I said, as his body tensed with the mention of his name.

"Don't call me that," he said through gritted teeth.

"Why not, you used to let me call you that all the time growing up." A smirk formed on my lips, as he gasped in shock.

"W-What did you just say?"

"Come on, I know you're not stupid. You've suspected it since day one haven't you?"

He just sat there staring at me, I knew I had hit a nerve, his body language confirmed I did.

"You aren't my sister, Lizzy would never do anything like this, she was loving and caring to everyone, not some psychopathic bitch, pretending to be someone that I hold very dear to me," Nathaniel said, as tears filled his eyes.

Truthfully, I couldn't tell if it was from anger or he was just sad, maybe it was a mixture of both.

"You know I was quite surprised when I found out you went into art school, I mean don't get me wrong I always loved your art work, but you were always so adamant about being a doctor." His eyes widened as he stared at me in shock. Rolling my eyes I stood from my seat, walking over to the table, that sat in the middle of the room.

"I wonder what Father will do to you first," I said under my breath, as I looked down at the neatly placed objects, that were strewn across the table.

I looked over my shoulder to see Nathaniel's face contorted in pain, I watched as he released a shaky breath.

I walked over to the cupboard, opening the doors, rummaging through the shelves until I found what I was looking for.

Walking over to Nathaniel, I pulled the cap off of the syringe, a panicked look spread across his as I grew nearer to him.

I pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, once I had reached him, only for him to try and jerk away from me, causing him to groan in pain.

"It's just a pain shot, it'll help you relax," I said, pushing the needle into his arm, before injecting the medicine into his veins.

Pulling the needle out of his arm, I put the cap back on before throwing it away.

"It'll take a few minutes for the medicine to kick in, but once it does, it will take the edge off." He lightly shook his head, letting me know he understood what I had said.

I turned my back towards him, as I headed for the door. I was almost at the door when Nathaniel's voice rang throughout the room.

"Lizzy why are you doing this ?" He asked.

"I have my reason's." That was all I could say to him, that was the only thing I could say to him, without angering Father.

I exited the room, locking the door behind me. Releasing a shaky breath, I leaned against the wall for some sort of stability, my legs started to feel weak as my heart began to race.

I was starting to think I couldn't do this, but if I didn't then Father would be furious with me.

Not only that, but I was scared, what was I going to do, was I going to just sit back and watch as he killed my brother.

Shaking my head, I pushed myself from the wall, as I walked away from the room where Nate was at.