Chapter 3.
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Alison POV
"Jake...” I whispered, while my eyes filled with tears.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled
"I have to go back.” I try to beg.
"I can't let you do that.”
"What?” I asked in confusion.
I couldn’t understand anything that is happening right now, I was in this weird place, with this weird man, and with the pain… Of my brother.
"Not until you tell me what you saw last night in the woods.” He told me.
"What are you talking about, you maniac?" I say starting to feel mad. "You can't keep me here.”
"I think I know you humans call it kidnapping.”
"You humans?" I asked almost out of my mind: "What are you talking about?”
"Yes, you'd better calm down and I can explain what you saw last night" He said.
"I didn't see anything. I only know that the crash killed my brother and left me with a bunch of idiots.” I said, trying to be sincere.
He seemed surprised at my confession but didn't let out a word until after a few seconds when he reacted to my response.
"Careful" He said somewhat annoyed: "I'm no good in a bad way".
"Well, neither am I" I blurted out and tried to move.
"I already told you not to do that" He said and stopped me with his arms.
"Let go of me!”
"Stop it, silly girl, you're only hurting yourself, stay still."
"Let go of me... Beast!" I screamed.
I didn’t like his hands on my skin, it feels… Weird. I don’t think it feels bad, but I don’t like it, my body reacts on a weird thing when he does that.
After I say that, I see his face become serious, and his black eyes become colder. I feel a shiver on my back, it was obvious he didn’t like what I said.
"What did you call me?" He mumbled in annoyance
"Beast" I repeat, besides the fear I feel: "That's what you are.”
"I'm warning you, Alison. One more insult and I'll tie you to the bed for the remainder of your confinement".
"As if that's possible" I muttered.
"You're crossing the line.”
"And you're an i***t" I spat "Nobody's perfect… Neither you”.
"I warned you.”
With one of his hands, he took mine and quickly tied them with what I thought was a tie, placed them over my head, and tied them at the head of the bed.
"What are you doing, stupid?” I asked, screaming again.
"That little mouth" He muttered and gave me an annoyed look: "Did you know your voice is irritating?"
"f**k you!”
"And that word…" He sighed
He took one more tie and tied a knot in it and then put it in my mouth preventing me from speaking or screaming.
"Done" He smiled: "Did I tell you I hate chatterboxes?”
I tried to shout more insults at him, as many as my head could remember, but they never came out of me because of the gag I had.
"See? This is easier if I leave you like this.” He says with an stupid smile on his face.
I saw him get up from the bed and walk to the door, but before he opened it and left, he looked at me with a hint of happiness and said: "We'll talk when you're calmer, Alison...”
***
I woke up when I heard the door open again, but this time someone else came in causing me to be confused by what I had heard earlier.
"No one comes in here, if it's not you."
"But look how my brother left you?" He mumbled in embarrassment and walked over to me.
The black-haired, blue-eyed boy set the tray of food down on the nightstand and then walked over to me and untied my hands, and then undid the gag in my mouth.
"I'm Bastian.” He said with a calm voice.
The moment I heard his name my chest burned and my urge to punch him were present, so in less than a second, I threw a punch at his face.
"Ouch.” He said, watching me surprised.
I shook and pushed him with my legs until he finally stood up and looked me in the eyes.
"I know you hate me, but...” He whispered.
"Hate?" I snorted "Not even that you deserve, you killed my brother!”
I recognized that voice, that stupid and irritating voice. I don’t understand very well what happened the last night, but I know that the accident that killed my brother wasn’t an “accident” at all, it was all caused for a group of mysterious man… And I know one of them was named “Bastian”.
The i***t I have in front of me is that i***t, the i***t that killed my brother.
Full of rage, I try to hit him again, I want to take revenge for what he did to my poor brother Jake. But when I try to hit again, I’m stopped… I feel pain.
I winced as I felt pressure on my abdomen and saw the bandage tinge red.
"Let me help you.” Bastian says, watching the same think as me.
"Get away from me!" I order
I carefully got up from the bed and looked at him annoyed.
"I want to leave.” I say, looking at his eyes.
"I'm sorry" He grimaced: "My brother doesn't want to...”
"You didn't care about my brother when you killed him, why should I care about yours?" I said grimacing trying to keep some of my dignity.
I didn't want to look weak, least of all in front of this lout, but it was impossible as half of my bones were burning and my muscles were somewhat stiff. I needed to move now. Leave this place now.
He tried to tell me something else but ended up saying nothing and just lowered his head as soon as I looked at him full of hatred and rage against him. I wanted to make him feel miserable with every word that came out of my mouth, I wanted him to feel worse than I feel.
"It was an accident.” He whispered.
"You're a murderer.” I said.
He looked at me and for a moment I saw him tremble, I wanted to say more, but the older i***t appeared in the room and I looked at him the same way… Only feeing anger and pain.
"What are you doing here, Bastian?”
- Writer
