Lost

Chapter 17: The Haunting Past

*Trigger warning for a suicide scene*

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William's P.O.V

William jerked awake when the door was kicked open, sending it flying and banging against the wall. Before his hazy vision could adjust to his surroundings, he was roughly grabbed by the collar and yanked up.

"Where is she?!" the intruder shouted in his face.

"What the f-"

His fist collided with William's jaw making him taste metal in his mouth.

"You blasted son of a - "

William's ears muted out his screams when another fist collided with his face again, turning the world around him upside down. William was already disoriented because of the drugs streaming in his system, and now this devil decided to show his revolting self in the middle of the night.

"Get off me!" William rasped through his bloodied lips. "You bloody -"

He was awarded with another punch to his nose, effectively cutting him off.

"How dare you!" the angry boy thundered in his face. "How dare you, Sterling!"

William struggled against his assault on him. Blood ran down his lips. Even through the haze, William could see his caramel eyes darkening into a demonic shade of brown. The devil was ballistic. He looked quite mad.

"It's none of your business, you arrogant piece of dirt!" William snarled, finally shoving him off.

"Shut up!" he yelled, grabbing William by the collar again. "Shut the hell up! She is my business! She has always been -"

"- Your play thing, Harris! Nothing more!" William drowned his voice with his own.

He totally lost it. Throwing a punch at William, he climbed on top of him.

"You left her, Harris -"

A blow to William's jaw.

"And I didn't -"

Another blow.

"I was there for her!"

The raging boy kept pounding his face. William was in no condition to fight him off. Just as he thought he was going to get killed that night, the punching stopped and the assailant got off. William was quite certain he must have been hallucinating, or perhaps, he did hear a feminine cry.

"No! I said stop!" William could make out his panicked pleading with her.

His terrified tone confused William. He blinked. Breathing hard, he tried to see through his puffy eyes. To his horror, he saw her standing by the kitchen door. Her blonde hair ruffled, her face pale and expressionless, her blue eyes raw and mascara streaming down her face as she cried. She had stopped him from hurting William.

"Don't do this, Please." The dark haired devil begged her. Just then William's eyes landed on the knife in her hand, making his blood run cold.

"I asked you before!" She screamed, pressing the knife to her wrist threateningly to stop the panicked boy who was trying to edge towards her. He halted his movement, as William too was stunned to his spot. "Yes, or no?!"