All torn & Mixed up

Tainted

My heart pounded, my brain felt like it would explode as Mark and I were ushered at gun point into a dark room. Not because I was being held hostage, or because David had a gun.
But because this room reminded me of the place where Rick held me for nearly a year. He shoved me down and I hit the concrete ground hard. Luckily I was wearing jeans.
I scrambled to my feet lunging back at my now EX boyfriend.
But something stopped me. David grunted and turned away, slamming the metal door behind him.
As soon as the metal clatter closed I turned on Mark. But I had nothing to say.
I simply walked over to a wall in the dimly lit room and slumped against it. Mark sat a few feet away from me, his hands resting on his knees. His dark eyes shifting from the floor to me.
"You could've gotten yourself killed!" He argued at last, after minutes of silence. I looked over at him, my hair swishing with the movement of my head and my eyes sharp.
"I don't care anymore"
I half lied. At this point death seemed like a welcoming solution. At least I could go spend eternity in heaven instead of in the hell whole.
As Mark stared at me with a confused, stupid look, I wondered aloud.
"Why am I so damn stupid?"
"What?"
I sat up a little, "since the moment we met, things have been going wrong left and right. It's obvious we aren't supposed to be. A guy like you should have never even given me a chance, but I fell for you anyway. And once I finally convinced my self that I don't love you, and would be better off without you. I fell right back under your spell. Why? I know this relationship is poison to my soul. Why do I keep insisting on going back to something that only hurts me?"

Mark sat quietly for a few moments. He had no clue about my whole year of life during my coma, and he shouldn't have to.
It wasn't entirely his fault. It was just as much mine.

"Lucy"
Mark muttered, scooting closer to me. He grabbed my hand. This time I let him, knowing there was no getting away. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe you denying that there was anything good between us was what was poisoning your soul. Not us?"

My eyes widened, was he right? Was I torturing myself for no reason?

I was silent. Looking into Mark's eyes. Our features barely visible in the dark room. A loud bang made us both jump, we turned quickly to see David back in the room. He threw down two trays of food, splattering goop on the floor. He saw us sitting close and laughed. He came up and crouched in front of me. He was the last person I was scared of. But the gun he still sported made me uneasy.

"Are you still confused Lucy? Did that coma leave you brain damaged? To blind to see the light?" He taunted, I wasn't going to give him any satisfaction. Or at least I hadn't planned on it.
Without my response he continued.
"If you think he ever loved you, or ever will, your as dumb...no, even dumber than I thought you were. "

He waved the gun around, not realizing it. "I mean seriously. You're just some small town girl who has anxiety issues, you're not exactly drop dead, and before me, you never even had a real boyfriend. Mark doesn't count.
I mean...come on, you got your first kiss when you were twenty something? How pathetic! Give me one good reason why he would EVER date you."
My eyes met the floor, and for the first time I was at a loss for words, hurt, broken. He was right. Why did I even get my hopes up. I knew from the moment I became a teenager that men didn't like shy girls. Mark was famous, and literally had his pick of the pack. He could have any girl he wanted, thousands, hundreds of thousands of them prettier than me.

I was full of problems, from start to finish. I wasn't worth the effort. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.
David stood up, kicking the food over to Mark, then to me. The goo spilt on my jeans and I wiped it away.
Mark's silence was heart crushing. Did he agree with David?

"You'll never get away with holding us here. People will notice we're missing!" Mark raised his voice despite the obvious fear in him. David turned to look at Mark as he stood slowly. But he only grinned. "As far as they are concerned, you two made up and went on an unplugged vacation with no phones. No one will be looking for you"

Mark looked defeated. I knew exactly how he felt. Well..not exactly. I had been in this situation alone. "Why are you doing this?" I sniffed, wiping away the single tear that rolled down my cheek.
David crouched in front of me again. Grabbing my jaw with one of his largest hands and forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Don't you see the family resemblance?"
I had no clue what he meant.
That is, until I focused on him a while longer. No...it couldn't be.
"You're Rick's son?"
He laughed, releasing my jaw roughly and standing back up.
It wasn't hard to believe that Rick had a son my age. But why had he done this, it still didn't make sense.
"My father was obsessed with you. And because of you, he was killed. I am going to make sure you pay for that. And for a number of odd reasons, my father was insanely insistent that you be happy. So I brought along your biggest source of pain. Hopefully killing him will make you happy just before I kill you."
Rick chuckled in a menacing manner, before leaving.
I looked over at Mark where he stood. My eyes were full and my vision was clouded. "M..Mark. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into all this."

Mark looked visibly upset. His as were crossed and he looked as if he was going to cry a river and explode with rage all at once.
"I'm your biggest source of pain? Why?!" He half wailed.
I stood up, taking refuge on the partially more comfortable metal framed, damp bed.
I hung my head. Wishing that I didn't have to say this. Wishing things could be different, but I knew that it couldn't be. This is how things were, and I needed to accept that.
I lifted my gaze to look at him.

"Because I know you can't be mine. And I can't be yours."