Page 18 of Their Darkest Needs

Two days! Two fucking days! What the fuck!I jump up out of the bed and try to pull out the tubes connected to my arm, but Ryan moves towards me and stops me before I can actually get anything out.

“You are going to seriously hurt yourself doing this. At least wait until a nurse comes.” His voice is stern like I don’t have a say in the matter but he must have hit his head if he thinks I’m just going to sit back and do whatever the fuck he says. I squintmy eyes at him and take in a breath so he can see how annoyed I am.

“If you think I’m staying a moment longer in here, you are very, very wrong, Ryan. You either help me take this shit out or I’m doing it myself.”

My ultimatum seems to work since he sighs and puts pressure on the place the tube is in my arm, slowly pulling it out, as if he’s done this stuff before.

He grabs a piece of cotton and a bandage he found next to my bed and places it on the wound, tying it up tightly.

I don’t ask him about it, not here anyway. I just want to be out of here quickly so I don’t get anyone annoyed about us leaving already.

I walk out of the room, not having to check if Ryan is following. I can feel his gaze on my back, and it gives me this strange familiar feeling I can’t seem to put a name to. Like my mind is trying to tell me something, but can’t.

I’m surprised how easy it was sneaking out, especially since it’s a hospital.

“I know you think I’m crazy and maybe I am a little, but not about this.” He doesn’t answer me so I just keep going.

“I need to go back to the cemetery tonight alone.” Loud laughter fills the space and I turn around in anger.

“I’m not joking,” I snap at him, making him stop laughing and turning serious in seconds.

“No.” I scoff at his answer.

“Yes.” I cross my arms at him. He walks closer, his back straight. It's kind of scaring me, but it’s not like I would show that to him. I hold my stance. I can look scary too. His hands cage my head and he leans over as if he’s going to kiss me, but then he stops. A sinister smile plays on his lips.

“If you think, for one second, I would allow you to even step one foot outside of the house alone, you clearly do not know me enough. You are not fucking going.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it? Last time I checked, I make my own fucking decisions.” He grabs the back of my hair, pulling it down, forcing my head backwards.

“You don’t want to know what I’m going to do about it. And you don’t want to try me. Now get in the fucking car like a good girl,” he snarls back.

My heart is racing. I have never seen him like this before. I keep staring into his eyes in defiance, and he forces his mouth on mine, biting my lip before moving away from me.

“Get. In. Now.” I gulp and try to bring back the air I was losing. I think he can see the surrender in my eyes and lets go of my hair. I walk over to the side of the car and open the door while he is standing right beside me. Probably making sure I don’t make a run for it. The moment I’m seated, he closes the door and walks to the driver's side and gets in.

I don’t speak to him the whole way. I’m pissed, but so is he, and he is kind of scary like this. But not scary enough to make me listen to him.

Iopen the door and get in while Ryan comes in behind me. He locks the door and pockets the key. I’m seeing red the moment I find out what he’s doing. Is he seriously going to fucking lock me in like I’m in some kind of Disney movie?

I scoff and turn back to him in anger. I can feel my blood boiling at this point, but he just looks at me once with a stupid smile on his face. Like this is all just a joke to him.

“What?” He asks me, delight filling his tone.

“You know what! Are you seriously locking me up?” I sneer at him. He doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest and just hums, he fucking hums while walking away. Who does he think he is?

“I’m not fucking done here!” I shout after him, grabbing my shoe and throwing it at his head. He ducks away, making the shoe hit the wall instead.Goddamnit!

“I am!” he shouts back, slamming the kitchen door closed.

I take in a couple of deep breaths before I plan my next move. I need to be calm; I need to play this smart if I want to get out of here tonight. They said I shouldn’t wait too long to rebury her, and it’s already been two days.

I walk upstairs and start to rummage through the closet, looking for the best outfit to make my plan work like I need it to.

I need him to calm down a bit first because he'll just see it as suspicious if I do this too soon, so I’ll take my time getting ready for the next step.

I put on my favourite red lacy outfit that I think will be perfect and start to put my hair up in a high ponytail. He seems to like it when I put it up like that.

Once I’m done with that, I grab my makeup bag and perfume for the finishing touch and then wait a little bit longer, so at least an hour and a half has passed.

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