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Crazy Bitch

Lizzie's P.O.V

I woke up in a chair with darkness all around me. My head felt like it had been trampled by 100 elephants, I could feel the pounding all throughout my body. I groaned and tried to rub my head with my hand, but my arms were bound to the sides of the chair. Memories of what happened before came rushing back and I felt my anxiety spark up. The light flashed on and I closed my eyes, it made my headache ten times worse.

"Morning sunshine," Faith stood leaning on the door frame with a bat in her hands. She was smirking at me and her wide eyes were starring into my soul. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I groaned and tried to get my hands free. I was in my bedroom so she didn't technically kidnap me, but I was still scarred shitless. She made an ear piercing laugh and I winced at the loudness. 

"There's nothing wrong with me. I just wanted to make sure you couldn't leave. Don't struggle, hun, you'll get rope burns. Although, they are kind of sexy." She walked in front of me and bent down with her hands on my knees, I couldn't back away but damn if I didn't try. I just wanted Thomas, needed him. Why didn't I call him sooner?

"What do you want?" I tried to keep my voice level and calm but my anxiety didn't like that. My voice cracked and shaked. She smiled at me and there was a creepy gleam in her eyes. 

"I just want to be loved."

"Don't we fucking all? I still don't understand why I'm tied to a fucking chair!" Maybe being a harsh bitch wasn't the best way to get me out of here, but I couldn't help it; this cunt is pissing me off and when I'm not having a panic-attack, I'm rude.

"Language, babe. It's not attractive. Anyway, when I met you, I couldn't believe how beautiful you were. It was a sign. My last girlfriend just broke up with me and it completely broke me. But, when I saw you, I knew this was another chance, and I'm not letting this one slip away." She moved in to kiss me. What the actual crap is wrong with her? Luckily, she didn't tie my feet to the chair so I brought my leg up and kneed her in her girl balls (which she doesn't have because she has to tie someone up for them to love her.) She yelled and jumped back, bringing the bat and slamming it into my thigh. I let out a yelp and bent over in pain. I felt her hand grip my jaw and yank it up to her face, anger were like fire in her eyes. 

"Don't you dare do something like that again, or you'll be fucking sorry." She let my head drop down as she went to go get something. I thought of so many sarcastic comebacks but I have now learned that that's not helping my situation.
She came back with a chart in her hands and pulled a chair in front of mine. She took a moment and looked over whatever was on the paper in her hands, but then she looked up at me and cleared her throat.

"I'm going to ask you some questions and you have to answer honestly, your health depends on it." She looked dead serious which made a spark of anxiety go through my body. She asked if I was allergic to some chemicals, one after the other in the same mono-tone. It was giving me a headache.

"No! No, I'm not allergic to anything but cats." I raised my voice due to irritation but tried to cover up before she got angry again. She sat there in silence for a second, not moving, before she got up. "Good. You're going to feel a slight prick, but everything will be easier from now on." She walked over to a desk and placed the clipboard on it, reaching for something on a silver platter. When she walked back over to me, she was holding a needle filled with some dark liquid. I scooted into the chair as much as I could, trying to get away from her. She put her leg on my thighs and held them there with her weight, then she whipped an alcohol pad and slid the needle into my arm. I winced and looked away until she got up and walked back to the desk. When she placed herself back into her seat with the clipboard, I felt my brain going to mush, everything was blurred and moving. It seemed darker than it used to be. She snapped her fingers and I looked to her, seeing a sick smile on her face.