Little Mafia Leader [BxB]

C.28

Reagan's PoV

I sat still in the dark, my throat felt numb from all the screaming, but what hurt most what my stomach. It had been around three days since I had last saw Andrew, maybe more I've lost track. My body was begging me to give in, but I couldn't.

Letting out a quiet sob I pulled weakly against the chains, my wrists and arms were covered in blood along with bruises from Ian. There was blood matted in my hair. I've lost count of how many times Ian has come in here just to let his anger out. He was furious that I killed Elijah still. The door slowly opened, and some light flooded through. 

"Reagan?" Andrew's voice came out quiet. I looked up at him, his green eyes were dark. "Are you done being stubborn yet, baby?" 

I shook my head, looking down at the ground when I heard his footsteps. He knelt down in front of me, grabbing my chin gently to make me look up at him. "Let's get you cleaned up, only if you promise not to fight this anymore" I felt tears pool in my eyes. The disgusted feeling was long gone by now, and I hated it. 

"Look at your wrists, give in" He pressed his lips against my forehead and I closed my eyes, letting the tears slip past. I couldn't handle anymore beatings. I couldn't stay in the dark anymore. "P-please" I begged with trembling lips, tears were streaming down my face while I looked at him. 

"I p-promise!" Sobbing I pulled at the chains. "Promise what?" Andrew wiped away my tears. "I promise I'll be a good boy" I sobbed harder, feeling his hands move towards the cuffs. My body fell forward once my hands were uncuffed. 

"Perfect" He whispered, pulling my into his arms. 

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The water warmed my body, but it made me feel dizzy. Andrew put shampoo in my hair and scrubbed it softly. Sniffling I carefully placed my hands in my lap. The burning sensation reminded me of what would happen if I resisted again.

 "How does the water feel?" Andrew whispered in my ear, making my move my legs around slightly. "Good" Mumbling I leaned my head back while he rinsed it out and put conditioner in. "How about we get you something to eat after this?" 

My stomach growled and I frowned, looking down at the bathwater. "I'll take that as a yes." I heard him get up. "Reagan, time to get out" I didn't think I could stand up. 

"I-I don't think I can" I whispered quietly, soon his hands were underneath my arms as he gently pulled me up onto my feet. I let him dry me off carefully, I stopped him when he tried to dry my thighs. "I can dry myself" Tears pricked my eyes. I couldn't believe how things ended up. "Go ahead" He turned away from me, grabbing the pajamas off the counter. 

After him helping me get dressed he picked me up into his arms, I wanted to resist but my body was begging me to go to sleep. "You're tired?" Andrew looked down at me and I nodded my head, I didn't feel up to staying up. 

He walked into the bedroom, placing me down onto the bed. I laid down, letting him pull the blankets up over my body. The door opened and Alexandria walked in with a bowl of oatmeal along with a bottle of water. 

"He should eat" She walked over to us then placed it on the nightstand. "Thank you Alexandria" Andrew smiled at her, then turned towards me. Nodding her head she turned and walked out of the room.

"Sit up, Reagan" I slowly sat up, my body felt weak as I did. Opening my mouth I let him feed me the oatmeal, I fought the urge to push it away. I wanted to leave and see Zack. Tears pooled in my eyes. Zack Peterson. God, I missed him. "What's wrong?" Andrew cooed, running his hand against my cheek. "I miss Zack" Sobbing I wiped my eyes, Andrews hand left my face. 

My eyes widened in surprise as his hand smacked across my face. It stung, making more tears pool in my eyes. "Forget about him already, he'll be dead soon anyways" Glaring at me he stood up. "Do you want to go back downstairs?" 

Fear immediatly washed over me. "N-no! p-please anything but that! I'm sorry" I cried quickly grabbing onto his arm. "P-please don't hurt him! I'll be good I promise" I pulled his arm towards my face. I don't know what I would do if Zack died. 

"Good boy, you listen so well now." Andrew said softly, sitting down on the bed he ran his hand through my hair. If I had to deal with this to keep Zack safe then so be it. "Lay down" I did as he said and laid back on the bed. Andrew climbed into the bed with me and I felt my blood run cold. "W-why-" 

"Sleep" He whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist. It felt disgusting. Balling my hands into fists I stopped myself from scratching my arms. This was hell, but maybe I deserved this. I couldn't help but think back to Zack.