CHAOS

37 - The Taken - Part 3

The biggest chapter yet, who's ready for our climax?

⚠️WARNING⚠️
This chapter contains strong language and violence

This chapter is dedicated to
Sh4rkmommie08
Thank you so much for all of your love xo

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Chaos POV
The stench of blood stained the air around me as I sat unmoving in the corner of the room I'd inhabited for god knows how long. The black sack sat heavily on my head, weighing the whole of my body down and forcing me into an uncomfortable position, spine crooked and ribs aching I tried to distract myself from my pain by reliving the last moments I spent with her.
Lennox Lee remained the only thing I could think about despite everything. I was starving and dehydrated, I was dirty and bruised, I was tired and weak... but all my delirious mind could focus on was the clear image of her. She was my only comfort in this nightmarish world.

My father was back. Clayton Callahan. The man who broke me down and reduced me to nothing. And he had her. I prayed to whichever god was listening, I begged them to protect her because I certainly couldn't. Despite every single promise I made to her, her family and my self the fact of the matter was I had failed.
And now here we are. If only I hadn't of been so desperate to tell her I love her, we could have been together at home. I could have had my arms wrapped around her and her lips against mine. Instead I'm sat her, bound and blindfolded by the men of our combined nightmares. I didn't know how long had passed, I hadn't slept or ate or even been able to see but I knew I was exhausted.

At some point I was forced to succumb to the darkness of a frightening slumber.

Screaming.
A sound so chaotic and frightening woke me from the darkness of my dreams. It didn't take long to recognise who this screams belonged too. It was a noise I had heard numerous times before, but it had never broke me like this.
The exact noise I had awoken to plenty of times, the gut churning cry of a helpless soul, plagued by pain and torment. It was Lennox. She had elicited such a terrifying sound only a handful of times before, especially in the early days each time I had been there for her. But not now. Now I was forced to listen to her beg and cry for help, like she was just in the other side of the room. She sounded so tired and so weak, and I could do nothing.

The harsh noise continued, filling up my tired mind and forcing the tears to fall from my eyes. I pounded my head against the wall to try and make it stop, I couldn't cope with it any longer I couldn't sit and listen to her pain.
My brain rattled in my skull as I began to fade away from the world, the feeling bringing nothing but peace. I deserved to die for what I had brought upon her.
I heard the door of the room open, and soon I was thrown away from the wall my cheek connecting with the cold surface of the floor in front of me.
"You hear that son?" Clayton chuckle coldly "Your little lady is sure providing some entertainment" he pulled me off the ground and removed my blindfolded and gag.

"I'm going to kill you" I said calmly, unmoving, just staring into his tired eyes. The eyes which used to sparkle, the eyes which looked upon my mother with such adoration but had now turned to darkness. "I'm going to rip you from this world without a second thought. And then I'll live a happy life. A life you never had."

My words stung as they hung in the air, I knew I'd hit a weak spot just by watching his visceral reaction. His anger flourished as once again his fist came down, striking my jaw in full force. "This brings back some wonderful memories doesn't it my boy. I've missed my little punching bag" I tried to fight back the best I could whilst still having my hands tied behind my back. My only advantage against my father was my weight. In the years since I've seen him he has wasted away into nothing, hardly an inch of the broad muscular man that I looked up to as a child. No, now the tables had turned and my 6"2 frame towered over his skeletal figure. In a swift movement I was able to tackle him to the ground, going down like a tonne of bricks.