Page 69 of Pretty Little Fears

Motherfucker.

That’sreally fucking inconvenient.

Lookingdown at my right arm, a cuff is secured to my wrist and connected to a chain that’s embedded into the damn wall.Youhave got to be fucking kidding me.

Thereis a metal slab on the wall with a single loop attached to it.Connectedto the metal hook are thick iron rings that make up the chain currently securing me in place to this goddamn wall.Igrab the hook on the wall to test its strength when my fingers are met with wetness.Huh.

Idrag my gaze upward to the droplets of water that are forming on the ceiling and running down the wall to the chain.Watersplatters against the metal, dripping down on it.Themetallic smell fills my nostrils.Itomits a blood-like smell, butIassume it's the oxidized chain from the leaking liquid and not actual blood that has stained the floors of this cinderblock room.

“Fuck.”Igrunt while standing up.Pacingalong the wall,Igo as far as the chains will allow.Panicbegins to enter my bloodstream at the reminder that someone has my little obsession.Someonehas my girl and terrifying thoughts flood my mind with the dangers she could potentially be faced with ifIdon’t find her as soon as possible.Runningmy hand through my hair, for the second time in my lifeIfeel fear.

Absolutefucking fear.

Thefirst and only timeIexperienced fear was as a helpless child who couldn't protect his mother or himself because of a lack of knowledge.Lackof strength.Theonly difference now is thatIcan't protect her because they’re afraid of me.Good, they fucking should be.Eachand every person involved will meet their maker at the hands of me andonlyme.

“Fuck.Fuck!Fuck!FUCK!”Islam my fist against the cinderblock wall that’s housing the chain, keeping me away from my little obsession.

Thesolid cement against my knuckles sends a shooting pain up my arm butIdon't care.Ineed to feel it.Infact,Iwelcome it.Thephysical ache is nothing compared to the feeling of my soul being ripped into a million pieces.Thesplinteringsegments of my heart impale themselves into me and remind me of the fact thatIfailed her.Ifailed to keep her safe.Ipunch again and again, harder each time, making my knuckles split back open.Myblood splatters against the wall.

Thesign of a crack has me pausing beforeIbreak my hand against the wall.Mybreathing comes in heavy pants as my eyes narrow at the surrounding material of the iron slab holding the hook, keeping me chained here.

Asmall laugh escapes me.Acrack has started to form around the hook, knocking it loose.Itappears as if the leak over time has caused the metal to rust and weaken while it was also loosened by those who have previously yanked on the restraint.

“Fuckthis.”Igrab the chain and begin wrapping it around my hands, giving myself a better grip.Iplace a foot on the wall and pull as hard asIcan, feeling my limbs and muscles practically shred with the movement.

Icontinue yanking on the chain until it loosens some more, causing the cracks to spread outward like a shattered mirror.Withthe chain almost out of place,Ipick up my foot and kick with the remaining strengthIhave contained in my body.Idon't care ifIinjure myself.Idon't care if my bones break.

Iwill use my fucking teeth to crawl my way to her ifIhave to.

Mygrunts fill the room and a bead of sweat starts to form along my hairline.Ilift my foot once more and smash downward on the protruding hook.Thesound of snapping and clinking metal fills the air as the piece of cement crumbles, freeing the hook.

PantingasIintake air, my lip tips up as a sense of relief washes overme.NowIjust have to figure out how to get out of this fucking room.

Asif my thoughts had conjured my captor, the sound of heavy footfalls echoes through the hall on the opposite side of the door, alerting me that someone is heading towards me.

Ididn't realize how loudIwas butI'msure my grunts and roars notified them of my consciousness.Igrab the chain so it doesn't drag along the floor and hide behind the door.Theminute that fucker walks in he’ll be sorry.Sorrythat he kept me from what'smine.

Thedoor swings open, effectively shielding me from his gaze as his bulky frame enters the room.Iwatch from the shadows, preparing to attack.Hemay be similar in size but he doesn't have the same wrath that's bubbling just beneath the surface. “Wherethe fuck did you go, you little shit?”Hespits out, scratching the side of his beard.

Itake a step forward, lining his back with my front, and quickly toss the chain over his head and around his neck.Takingpart of the link and wrapping it around his neck again.Luckilythe element of surprise is on my side, giving me a split second to wrap and pull on the chain.Hestumbles back against my chest as my grip tightens on the links.

Hechokes and the sound is music to my ears.Theguard grabs the chain and attempts to pull it away from his throat, allowing the tiniest bit of oxygen to sift through. “Nightynight,”Igrowl into his ear, pulling them tighter.Hisface morphs from a bright red while he jerks in my hold, to a calming blue.Thechange makes my heart skip a beat.Thewarm sensation that fills my body knowing there’s one less person keeping me fromBlairgives me a renewed motivation.

Myarms strain with the force it takes for me to snuff the life out of his useless body.Whenhe finally stops struggling,Irelease my grip around his throat and let him drop to the ground with a heavy thud.Ifhe wasn't already dead, the impact of his skull hitting the ground and splitting open would have gotten the job done.

Feelinghis pockets, the sounds of clinking keys reverberates and the cold metal hits my fingers.Ireach inside and pull out the keychain.Isift through them, trying each one until the cuff around my wrist unlocks.

Lookingdown at him, an idea forms in my mind.Noticingthe similarities in our builds,Imake quick work of removing his uniform before the blood from his cracked head ruins the material.Ipull on the navy blue polo shirt and black combat pants.Thehat he was wearing was discarded on the ground during our fight.Igrab it and throw it on, shielding my face.Rubbingthe raw skin where the chain was,Ilook around for a weapon.Surely, he had something on him.

Lyingon the floor, a few feet from his lifeless body is the glint of aGlock.Ireach down and pick it up, releasing the magazine and check that it’s fully loaded.Clickingthe cartridge back into place,Iswitch off the safety and head out, ready for any other useless assholes who think they can keepBlairand me separated.

Nosoul in the world is guaranteed survival as long as my little obsession is out of my grasp, and even when she is back with me, anyone who tries to harm her or take her will die.

Mychest tightens at the reminder that she’s somewhere unsafe.Surroundedby people who want to use and abuse her, the same way they did me.

AsIexit the room,Ilook down the hall and spot another guard.Iswiftly turn my back to him and head the other way when he calls “my” name.

“Yo,Edgar.”Hestarts making his way towards me, “Whatthe fuck was he doing?”Hequestions.Withmy head slightly angled downward, the dumbass can’t tell thatIam certainly notEdgar.Betterfor me, tragic for him.Whenhe gets close enough, he finally uses his brain and realizesI'mnot who he thinksIam.Hereaches for his weapon butI'mmoving before he can pull the gun out of the holster.

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