This isn't going to end well?

Retrospect

Hello babies!! Here is my regular message of thanking you guys for sticking with me and reading this story!! There are a few trigger warnings for this chapter that include blood and gore. So, read with caution and enjoy!

Love you with my entire heart,-Dal 

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"What happened?!"

Boy, that was a loaded question. You didn't know where to start or how to even answer that question. The only thing you could focus on was your breathing, your diaphragm expanding back and forth as you lifted your head towards the ceiling. You could feel them crowding around, continuing to ask what happened to you.

They were desperate for your answer, shouting their question over and over as they stepped closer to you. The only thing you could do was shake your head, hunching over now as you rested your conjoined hands over your knees. Their voices sounded distant as you tried to focus on one thing, catching your breath before you passed out.

You couldn't remember how far you ran. All you knew was that you needed to run. As far away as you could, trying to find your way back to Ronnie and the others. Of course, it wasn't easy. You didn't know Centerville as well as you thought you did, drowning in panic when you couldn't find the police station.

You blinked slowly, looking between the group closing in on you now. They were getting closer to you, begging for answers as you took a step back, desperate for more air. The closer they got to you, the harder it was for you to catch your breath.

Ronnie knew you well, instructing them to take a step back. He could see the struggle you were going through, his muffled voice telling them that you needed space. It went quiet after that, at least from them. Their voices grew silent as your heartbeat started to slow in your ears.

You were still taking deep breaths as you blinked down at your wrists, leather still wrapped around them. That's when you stood up straighter, lifting them towards Ronnie. You were still exhausted from running, words failing to articulate in your mind.

Ronnie further proved to you how well he knew you, looking over to Cliff as he held his hand out. You could hear his rushed voice asking for something off of his utility belt, rushing over to you when he was handed something.

"I got you, baby." His voice came out in a whisper, flipping a knife open and slowly lifting it to your hands. He was slow with his movements, sliding the blade underneath the leather. He was so careful, not letting the blade touch your skin as it slid against the leather.

You couldn't help but let out a groan as you gained your freedom back, intermittently rubbing each wrist as you looked over to Ronnie.

He kept his eyes on yours as he handed Cliff the knife, a wrinkle forming in between his brows. You could see it all over his face how much he missed you. His unkempt beard along with the bags under his eyes was a dead giveaway for how miserable he was since you left.

Your entire heart shattered as you reached out for him, pulling him into a tight hug. You nuzzled your face into his chest, inhaling his scent as you gripped onto him tighter. He was quick to hold onto you, his chest stuttering with a trembling breath as he whispered your name.

You were covered in God knows what, rubbing it onto him as you held onto him tightly. You knew whatever you had on you was transferred to him, refusing to let go of him. You wished you could have gotten yourself cleaned up before your reunion, looking your best for when you made your way back to him. The cards you were dealt with didn't let that happen though. Sure, things were bad, but you running away when you did made things a hell of a lot worse.