Page 92 of Pretty Little Fears

Iwill setBlairfree, even if it’s the last thingIdo.Devotingmy life to her has been the easiest and most natural decision of my life.

It’llcome to me.Italways does.Mycreativity has yet to be exhausted.

Theworld is already a better place without any of those scum still walking thisEarth.Notonly were they disgusting perverts, but look where their attempts to keep us separate got them.Fortouching what's mine.

Mutilated, dismembered, and fucking dead.

EventhoughI’verelentlessly killed to make my way back toBlair,Ican’t silence the whispers in my head, convincing me it’s my fault.She’shere because of me.Sufferingand on the brink ofdeath, because of my obsession, my fucking father, and my inability to look past my desires.

It’smy fucking fault.

Amemory flashes through my mind,BlairandIstanding in her room.She’djust gotten out of the shower, andIsurprised her with a visit.Ibroke into her room and her phone so easily, pestering her about the lack of security measures she took.

Icould’ve done more.Ishould’vedone more.Oncewe make it out of here,Iwill do everything humanly possible to ensure her safety.

Closingmy eyes,Irealize one thing.Ilove her.IknowI’veloved her for a while.Theforce of my heart pounding behind the confines of my ribcage whenIthink of her, solidifies that fact.Iknew from the momentImet her, that she would consume me, and she has.Sheowns me in every way a person can.Ifshe didn’t want me,Iwould be a lost soul, wandering the earth without a purpose or meaning.

Myheart beats for her, for my little obsession.I’lltell her.I’lltell her that every atom of my being belongs to her to bend and mold as she pleases.ThatIlove her with every ounce of my being.Butnot yet, not right now.Rightnow, my focus is onBlairleaving this hellhole alive and in one piece.

It'sbeen a few days sinceLorenzoleft me down here withBlair.We’vebeen given two water bottles to share and a few slices of bread.Iwasn’t sure how muchBlairhad been fed, soIrefused the majority of it and forced her to eat and drink more.Shemade me take a few pieces and sips every day, butIdemanded she have the rest.Mylips are chapped and my throat burnswith the need for water.Iknow she must be feeling the same way.

She’sbeen sleeping the majority of our days, waking up only momentarily.Mybrows furrow asItry to remember the last time she woke up.Concernstarts to worm its way into my mind at the factIcan't recall when that was.

Lookingover,Inotice her skin looks paler and sweat lines her forehead.Aslight shiver runs through her despite being under the ratty blanket. “Blair,”Isay gently, attempting to coax her out of sleep.WhenI'mmet with silenceItry again, this time giving her shoulder a light shake “Blair, baby.Openyour eyes.”

Shemoves easily with the movement, but remains silent, not waking up.AsIbring my hand to her forehead to wipe off the sweat,Ifreeze when her burning skin meets my palm.Placinga hand against her forehead,Irealize she has a fever, her skin is hot to the touch, yet she’s shivering.

Removingthe blanket off her body to cool her down, my eyes glance to the exposed skin of her back where the shirt has raised up.Theopen slashes have yellowish liquid seeping from the wounds.Theskin around them has darkened and started scabbing.

IfIdidn't know any better,I'dsay these are infected.Fuck.Panicstarts to make its way into my bloodstream as soft mummers sound from her chapped lips and her eyes move behind her eyelids.

Motherfucker.

Ijust found her.Ijust found her andIstill can’t protect her.

Fuck.FUCK!

Runningmy hands through my hair,Igrip the strands harshly, tugging on the length.Fuck.IpromisedI’dprotect her.Ican’t do that whileI’mchained up.I’mas helpless as she is.

Myheart rate accelerates as fear etches itself into my veins.Thereare few thingsI'mscared of in this life.GettingBlairback caused me to face my demons.Tolook them in their eyes and take back what was stolen from me.Bothwithin myself and her.

Withthe darkness from my past buried six feet under, the only fear swimming in my veins surroundsBlair.Protectingher, saving her.Howlong has she had those lacerations?Havethey been cleaned or cared for at all?Theputrid smell hits my nose and immediately,Isee red.

“LORENZO!”Ishout, “LORENZO,GETTHEFUCKDOWNHERE!”

WhenI’mmet with silenceIgrip the chains wrapped around me and start smashing them against the wall, the clashing of metal against cement fills the small room.

“LORENZO!COMEDOWNHEREYOUFUCKINGPRICK.YOUSTUPIDFUCKING-”

I’mcut off as footsteps echo down the stairs, andIwatch as a red-faced piece of shit approaches the door.

“Whothefuckare you to be demanding anything of me in my house, you little shit?”Heshouts. “Ifyou want something, ask nicely.Maybe.I’llhelp you if you do,” he snarls, an evil smirk tipping his lips.

Ihave no patience for his childish games.Ineed to think quickly, for her sake.

“Please, she needs medical attention.”Ibite my tongue asIbeghim. “Herwounds.Ithink they may be infected.Youhave to help us.Youhave to help her.”

“Andwhy wouldIhelp either one of you?”Lorenzosneers, his face reddening with his anger. “Youshot me.Youare just as utterly useless as her.Itwould have been easier to use her once she was dead anyways, thenIwouldn’t have to listen to her crying like a little bitch the entire time.Butthanks to you and your fucking trigger finger, that’s over.”Hesnarls.Myfists clench and my nostrils flare at the way he talks about my little obsession.

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