Because You're Mine (COMPLETED)

Chapter 113: Mitch

Trigger warning!

I hate myself so much. I'm sorry guys. You'll see why.

I wake to my hair being yanked. I grunt as I see rick in front if me again. "Back so soon?" I chuckle.

"You've been asleep almost four hours." He says. He lets go of my hair and I let my head drop before I lift it myself.

"Only four hours? What'd I miss?" I look and see Addalin sleeping in the corner.

"Nothing important. Are you hungry?"

I just look at him. I'm starving, but I don't feel like eating anything this psycho gives me. But I don't think I have the choice because he's bringing a spoon full of, I think, oatmeal?

"Eat it. Addalin's been eating it for the last two days. Its safe."

"If anything happens to my daugbter-"

He rolls his eyes. "If anything was gonna happen to your daughter, I would've already done it." He shoves the spoon in my mouth and I fight the urge to throw up by spitting it out.

"What is that?" I shriek and gag.

He shrugs. "I honestly have no idea."

"Why cant you just let us go? This is doing nothing to teach him that you're mad at him, you're just pissing him off. He left you for a reason. Shall I tell you the number of scars I've seen on his body? I've counted every single one of them."

"That has nothing to do-"

"Eighty-Seven." I glare. "I have found eighty-seven scars on his body, and I've seen every part of his body. Scott didn't drive your wife away. You did. Scott was twelve. He didn't even fully understand what was happening. All he knew was that mom left and dad started beating him. He knows more about family than you ever will." I spit.

I see him pull out a pocket knife, open it and slash me across the face, cutting me along my jawline. I grit my teeth and let out a growl.

He just chuckles. "How have you gotten anywhere in life with that growl? You sound like a fuckin puppy."

I being my foot up and kick him again.

Or at least I try to. He catches my foot and starts twisting it to the point that it hurts.

I hear Addalin starting to scream at him. Her eyes are red and she's glaring at him. She using what I'm hoping is her alpha voice. I'm compelled to go into omega position, its that powerful.

He drops my foot and storms over to her.

It takes everything in me not to phase when I watch his hand connect with her face. I yell and squirm and do everything I can to break free of these chains, but I'm not strong enough, so I'm forced to stand there and watch as my daughter falls over, screaming as I see the red mark on her cheek develope.

I feel every muscle in my body tense when he looks at me. All I feel is rage.

"You hit my daughter." I say darkly.

"She had it coming."

"She's a baby." I snarl, I feel my teeth come out.

"Children are supposed to listen to their superiors." He caresses my face with the blade of the knife again.

"I'm going to kill you. I will find a way out of these chains and I will end you." I spit in his face, earning a punch.

I no longer care about myself. I will die getting Addalin out of here if that's what it takes. I feel the blade dig into the skin on my collarbone, and this time I cant hold back the sound.

I scream and I feel my eyes shift at the pain. He cuts me multiple times and I can feel the blood running down my torso. He cuts to more lines and stops.

I let my head hang and I pant.

"What? Don't like that pain anymore? You don't miss the feeling of a blade slicing open your skin?" He tilts my head up using the blade.

"There's a reason I stopped." I say with a shaky voice. I look ever to Addalin, who was watching me.

"That wasn't my question." He smirks. "My question was: Do you miss that feeling?"

I look at him with wide eyes.

Yes, I miss that feeling. Yes, I think about doing it almost everyday.

"Yes." I whimper and look at the ground.

I hear keys jingle and I look up. "Which arm?" He says.

"Please. Don't do this. I don't want to do it. Please don't make me." I beg.

"Shall I see how Addalin likes that feeling?"

"NO!" I yell. "Please no. Leave her be. Please." I sniffle as I feel tears fall onto my face.

"Which. Arm?" He repeats.

I sigh, defeated. "The right one." I say miserably.

He unchains my left arm and hands me the knife. I look between the knife and wrist, looking at the scars that are now permanently there.

I look at him with tear filled eyes. "Please don't make me do this."

He gives me a groan of frustration and walks over to Addalin. "Maybe this will change your mind." He says as he pulls out a gun and puts it to her head.

"No no no no no. Please. Stop. Ill do it. Don't hurt her, I beg you." I sob. He nods and watches me.

With a shaky hand, I bring the knife up to my arm and press it to the skin of my forearm, but stop there and look at Rick with pleading eyes. I watch as he brings his finger and hooks it around the trigger. "I wanna see blood." He tells me.

I sniffle and look back at my arm. I push down as hard as I can and drag it across my skin. I cry out as the blood instantly flows down my arm, then my chest, and into the waistband of my jeans, staining the fabric.

Scott, I'm so sorry.

I do not condone child abuse, nor self harm.

If anyone is struggling with anything and you feel the need to hurt yourself, please talk to someone.

My DMs are always available, if you need someone who gets it.

I love you guys.