Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

33 | Chvmicxl

Chris was just sitting there staring at the floor. I don't even think he noticed us come in.

I don't blame him though. He's probably in shock.

I gave the man a cautious glance before I placed a hand on Chris's shoulder.

He looked up, fear in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me.

I didn't move to do anything. I didn't know what the man would do.

'it's gonna be okay.' I mouthed.

He still didn't say anything.

The man placed a hand on my shoulder, spinning me around. He grabbed me and kissed me roughly. I was going to push him away, but I stopped myself. If I fight back, he won't let me see Chris. If he thinks I don't want to do what he said, he won't let me be here.

I watched a look of pure agony cross Chris's face. "Stop." He mumbled. "Stop doing this. I'll give you whatever you want. Just stop."

He released me and stared at Chris. "Well, you cracked faster than I thought you would."

All of a sudden, he slapped Chris across the face.

I stood there, frozen as he did it again. And again.

Blood dripped from Chris's nose and it was that moment that I finally found it in me to move. I stepped in front of Chris. "Stop!" I screamed.

His fist came in contact with my face, my knees buckled and I collapsed on the floor.

"I'm sorry? What did you just say?"

"Stop hurting him. Please. Leave him alone. You've done enough."

"If you don't get out of the way right the fuck now, I'll kill you."

I spit blood on the floor, looking up at him. "Kill me then. I'm not going to let you hurt him."

"Ricky, stop." I heard Chris whisper.

I looked back at him.

"Don't do this to yourself. Just go."

"He'll kill you."

"Let him."

He pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants and placed it at my head. I looked up at him, and then to the gun.

"Move. Now."

I moved out of the way, glancing at Chris. He just nodded.

I don't want to die. But I don't want Chris to die either. I have to do something.

There's nothing I can do though. He's a lot stronger than me. It's not like I could try to fight back. I'd be stupid to try. He'd kill me in an instant.

I sat there and watched as he beat Chris until he was unconscious. He just laid there. There was nothing I could do.

Once he was done with Chris, he turned to me. I moved back but he lunged forward and grabbed me by my hair.

"Don't you even think about trying to run away." He growled.

I stared at him with wide eyes.

"You're a little fucking pest, you know that?"

I didn't say anything.

He tightened his grip on my hair. He raised his other hand and slapped me across the face. He dropped me to the ground and kicked me in the side.

"Get up." He ordered. "Now."

I whimpered and got to my knees. It seemed like doing what he wants me to do is my best chance at surviving this.