psychotic; jmb

chapter seventeen

it's been a week since joey confessed his love to me. it's also been a week since joey started to avoid me, yet always seems to run into me.

seeing at how big his mansion is, it confuses me on how he's ubiquitous.

joey is sitting on the couch as i walk into the living room. i sat down on my knees towards him and placed my hand on his cheek.

"talk to me," i say softly.

he turns his head with my hand still on his cheek. his eyes travel my face as he says, "there's nothing to talk about."

"oh, yes. you ignoring me is absolutely nothing."

"i'm terrified, i told you that. no girl has ever made me feel the way that i feel when you walk into a room, rose. butterflies, every time you smile."

his hand travels from my cheek to push back some hair behind my ear.

"you never said it back, rose," his hand rubbed my ear.

"i was confused and even though i'm still unsure about a lot of things, i am most certain that i love you and will continue to love you forever."

tayler bursts through the front door panting like he just ran a 5k. mackenzie follows him with a frightened look on her face.

tayler took a few seconds to catch his breath and then breathes out, "we have a big problem."

***

"tayler we're in the car now, what is the problem?" joey's aggravation was growing within seconds.

tayler told us he would tell us the problem when we got into the car but we've been in the car for about five minutes now and he's been silent with his eyes on the road.

"tayler, tell me now. . ." joey's voice loosened and quieted when tayler turned the car down an alley way. 

the shadows of the buildings allowed the world to be pitch black in between the buildings while beyond the buildings the sun shines bright.

mackenzie turns around from the passengers seat to face joey and i. joey's hand moves onto my inner thigh.

"they're back, all of them," she sighs.

joey's grip tightens on my thigh as he clears his throat and says, "okay, what's the plan?"

"who's back?" i look at mackenzie, then joey, and then my eyes met taylers eyes in the rearview mirror.

"charles," they all responded.

if charles is back, then so is his gang. those nasty little rapists who forcefully saw me naked. i'll kill them.

mackenzie, tayler, and joey began discussing how to take down the gang. tayler got out of the car to go to the trunk. he came back with a black leather briefcase that carried a small variety of guns inside.

i reach for one of the guns and joey smacks my hand away.

"what the fuck?" i questioned.

joey and tayler grab their own guns and mackenzie looked through the variety of what was left in the case.

"you are not going in," joey rejoined.

"they hurt me, so in return i'll hurt them!" i cross my arms too look tough.

"leave that up to us. i don't want you turning into a mini joey," tayler breaks into our conversation.

they all begin to pile out of the car. joey walks around to the left side of the car where i'm sitting and opens the door. he grabs my cheek and pulls my head towards his. our lips slowly touch and move in a rhythm with each other for a few seconds before mackenzie clears her throat.

"i'll be back," joey says and pulls my face so that his lips are hovering over my ear, "i love you."

"i love you," i whisper back.

they all walk into the building. a few minutes later and no gunshots were heard. i'm sure joey would've found them by now.

suddenly my car door opens. a long, black and shiny thing comes down on my head and the last thing that i remember is my body hitting the soft cushions on the couch.

***

a giant ache in my head made me come to consciousness. i opened my eyes yet all i could see was black. my hands have giant ropes around them and there's duck tape on my mouth.

i'm kidnapped again. what i'm wearing could be easily slipped off and i'd be back to where i was when i first met joey.

"rose, my favorite sex slave." i know that voice. i remember that voice; i can pick it out of a crowd if i wanted too.

it's bryce's.

as if my body had a mind of its own i started to move my arms, legs, even my ass as a way to scrape the chair onto the ground to make any type of noise.

"shut the fuck up, bitch."

the lights suddenly turned on. he appeared now with a button down shirt that missed the top two buttons. or maybe he had them unbuttoned as a way to seduce me into wanting to have sex with him. either way he didn't care if i wanted to or not.

bryce moved towards me and i scooted the chair back. i was stopped by a guy who now held the top of the chair.

"look, babe, i'm not here to have sex with you," he smirked at the word sex.

i grunted because of the incompetence he has.

"i just want to hurt your one of only lover. bring him in."

slowly joey was dragged into the grey room also tied to a chair. his chair was placed in front of me. he struggled as soon as he saw me. his voice broke as he tried to scream for anyone to help us.

bryce grabbed something out of his back pocket and turned to show joey. joey screamed louder now which made me anticipate what bryce grabbed.

bryce walked over to me now not showing me the thing in his hand. it wasn't until i felt the cold metal on the side of my forehead that i knew i was being held at gunpoint.

beads of sweat now dripped down my forehead and i whimpered because it was hard to bring tears when i was sweating so much.

silence all throughout the room made it worse. there was no ransom they were giving joey to get me out of this. they knew he could pay it. this was simply because they wanted to hurt him. and hurt him worse than any other kind of pain.

the anxiety of this whole thing made me want to pass out.

does joey truly know i love him? i won't ever be able to begin to tell him that, although i want to. never will i be able to get to hold him again because of one stupid mistake.

i should've been persistent with going with them. yet i always seem to have to victimize myself. joey won't ever know i think that. he'll blame himself because he was the one who told me i can't go. it'll kill him.

"you ready?" bryce's smug voice rang in my ears.

"3. . ."

"2. . ."

"1. . ."

a gunshot was heard and then darkness.