Mine

Chapter 15

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"Well, what do we do?" sounded the voice of Jackson Smith.

"Yeah, she's really starting to scare me," chimed his shadow and twin, William Smith.

I sat and listened to my brothers' worrying. Honestly, it pained me to hear them so distressed, yet there was nothing I could do about it. All I would end up doing is hurting more innocent people.

My cursed phone lay like a cold rock in my unmoving hand. As I sat Indian style, facing the blank, white, bathroom wall, all I could see was the dripping, crimson blood of Blaze's victims. Or, you could call them my victims.

I never knew how psychotic a person could be until I received the photos shortly after Blaze hung up the phone. As I sat on my knees in the cold bathroom floor, receiving picture after picture, I could feel my sanity leaving me.

To get straight to the point, he sent me pictures of his torture victims. The image of their desperate faces and battered bodies will never leave my mind. How their eyes were filled with pain, sorrow, and pleading. Not to mention, how the women and men of all ages lay beaten to a pulp on the floor of a concrete basement.  Written alongside the photographs was an ominous message that stated, 'If you come back to me, I won't kill them'.

I suppose nothing good can last forever. Something evil will always swoop in to ruin it and there is nothing you can do about it.

Finding Adrian was my retreat. He gave me hope and made me believe that I could have a happily ever after. Yet, it was all lies. He'd never leave his wife for me and I was stupid to believe he would. Nothing good could happen to me. Blaze had made sure of that. 

The door burst open and hit the wall with a loud bang. Not flinching, I knew who it was by their scents. Mother and father had come to visit their broken child.

It was quite touching, really.

"What wrong with her?" came the hoarse whisper of my mother. 

They were now all crouching over me like a hungry flock of vultures. Yet, they definitely didn't have the same intentions as a flock of vultures would have; they wanted to help me. The only person who had ever helped me was Ricky and he shouldn't have. None of them should have been trying to help me. If people had continued to not help me, then none of this would have happened and everybody would have been relatively happy and safe.

It was for everybody's own good.

I suppose the best thing to do in this situation was to pretend that nothing was wrong. Pretending that nothing was wrong was easier and I hurt less people that way. They don't have to suffer like do and that's good.

Of course, I'd have to return to Blaze. That was only fair because it's my fault that all of those innocent people were being hurt. That was only fair because I was the one who ran away from my problems.

That was only fair because I was the monster.

Turning my head and keeping a blank face, I looked into the eyes of my mother. They were filled with pain, despair, and a bit of surprise.

"What?" I said softly, my lips curving into a small smile in attempt to reassure the crowd of people.

"What do you mean, 'what'?" she said, a helpless look on her flawless face. "You were spaced out for three hours. We would have been here sooner but we were caught up with the Cardings."