Hard to Love (Bucky Barnes fanfic)

Chapter 23

*This chapter will be in Amelia's POV*

The two heavily armored guards grab my upper arms holding me up as my legs were no longer functioning. Hot red liquid oozed out of the large cut that started above my left eyebrow, went around my eye socket and ended halfway down my cheekbone in a crescent moon shape. I wanted to wipe it out of my eye as some of the blood got in the corner and stung, causing me to tear up and try to rid of the 'foreign' substance but I knew I couldn't move or speak without getting another aggressive hit. My body couldn't take another beating without something breaking or badly rupturing

My chest rose and fell vigorously as my breathing was raged and heavy, trying to calm myself. If I lost control again the heavy metal collar they placed snugly around my neck would electrocute me into an unconscious state. Sweat, dirt, and now blood soaked my uniform

I look around the cemented room full of more heavily armed guards, all averting their gaze from me. Must not be able to handle the sight in front of them as their leader, the man who I only know as Mr. R, bandaged his now cracked knuckles. He looked like he was trapped in a house fire or something in the past. His skin melted together and heavily scarred, even his ear seemed to be molded into his skull. Ugly inside and out. The guards must've known better than to look him in the eyes. My gaze landed on a pair of guards lining the wall

One had short blonde hair just peaking out from under his helmet. He was tall and seemed to fit his uniform well. The guard next to him had longer chestnut brown hair that went just past his ears and some dark stubble. Looking at him made my heart almost feel like it fluttered. As if it was excited for some reason. They looked so familiar but I couldn't think of where I'd seen them before. Maybe from previous beatings like this? Training sessions? No, I would've remembered that. Right? But they remind of people I... I knew? Did I know anyone before this?

My eyebrows draw together in mild confusion as I start to think of my past but I can't seem to remember anything. Only waking up a few months ago being connected to multiple tubes with men in white coats and clipboards surrounding me. Then heavy and vigorous training and workouts followed by strict mission assignments. This can't be right... can it? Did I have a family or any friends? Who were they? What were they like? What was I like?

Don't let them notice you're second guessing the organization. They'll put you back in the chair you moron

I quickly regain my emotionless gaze to Mr. R as he turns his attention off his now wrapped hand and back to me. His hard features seeming to lessen as he looked me over but his eyes still held the flames of hell behind them. The days of punishment were finally over. He licks his bottom lip as he grabs my chin with force

"That was your one and only warning sweetheart. Next time you do a shitty job will be your last. Got it?" He shoved my head back before stepping away from me. I give him a weak nod, daring not to speak. I doubt I'd even have a voice anyways

"Shall we wipe her sir?" The guard on my right asked roughly. His deep voice seeming to vibrate the air

I feel a breath hitch in my throat at the thought of being wiped again. It's been almost three weeks since I was last in that room and I was jin ust starting to... to piece memories back together. I think? My eyes threaten to glaze over with fearful tears but I will them away. I don't want to be erased again...

Mr. R looks to the men holding me up with a devilish grin plastered to his ugly melted face, "no, I want her to remember this punishment." The men around me all nod. "Take her back to the cell." He finishes, walking out of the room with four men following behind him

I'm dragged down the labyrinth of cold damp cement hallways, the dozens of cameras lining the walls following me and the group of men escorting me back to my cell. No one spoke a word the entire journey. We passed by another squadron of agents and one of them caught my eye again. She was thin but toned and had copper red hair in a tight braid. I wanted to stop and look at her more for a better view but knew if I stopped now I'd get put in the chair