Fault Lines

Chapter 20 ~ Now

Chapter 20

May 28th - Now

After November left, I started to sob. Tears couldn't stop falling from my eyes and they stained my cheeks. Pretty soon after that, my throat started to burn and I felt drained of every ounce of energy I had left. I didn't know what was supposed to happen to me now that November finished his little 'game' of Harrison's, but I knew for a fact it wasn't going to be pleasant.

Maybe I would die, and finally be rid of this life. That was an option I was willing to take at this point.

The door opened with a click, and I jolted in my seat, instinctively trying to wipe my eyes of their tears - but I couldn't with the restraints.

Harrison walked in with a scowl, his eyebrows knitted together. "Too bad for November, his little girlfriend here won't last long with me." He said, dusting off his hands on his pants.

I shivered, tears immediately threatening to be released again. "I'm not his girlfriend." I growled. Not anymore.

Harrison's eyebrows shot up, surprised. "Oh?" He says. "That's a shame."

He walked up to me in an agitating slowness, his boots clicking on the floor and bouncing off the walls.

"He really let you off, didn't he?" He grasped my arm and I winced, pain shooting up in tingles. "Right after he fucked you, right?"

I felt a growl rise in my throat, my heart beating a thousand miles a minute.

"Go to hell." I spat, leveling my eyes with his.

He simply smiled and released my arm, walking around the chair.

"Too bad. You know, I startled to doubt he would do it. I could tell he had a thing for you."

"No he doesn't." I say, looking at the floor after he left my field of vision.

"You're certainly hard-headed aren't you?" He says. "November was just doing what he thought best of. If he hadn't been so keen on going outside again, I doubt he would leave you."

Why was he telling me this? To make me feel bad for November?

"If he really loved me he wouldn't leave me." I say, sure of it. If November really loved me, he would save me - or at least help me escape.

Harrison finally stopped in front of me, twirling a knife in his hands skillfully. I feel beads of sweat rolling down my forehead, and I yearn to wipe it away. I keep my gaze leveled with Harrison's, not wanting to look frightened by his intimidating stare.

His smirk widens, and he lowers his head to rest by my face - leaving a shiver to ride up my spine.

"I'd be very careful about how you look at me." He says, his voice low and menacing.

I get a sudden urge to throw up, and close my eyes - not daring to find out if he was staring at me or not. Suddenly, he un cuffs my ankles and takes the hem of my pants in his fists and starts to pull them down. I scream, kicking my free legs out and at his face - trying to fight him off.

But he fights back, and has the upper hand against me - since my arms are tied down to the chair. I try to fight him off even when he's blocked my kicks and pulls my pants down all the way to my knees. I continue to scream until my throat aches and feels like it has been rubbed raw, praying November would open the door and save me. But that was a chance I wasn't too sure of.

I stare helplessly at Harrison, who's smirk has only grown. "Please stop." I whimper, bile threatening to be released.

I say it even though I know it wasn't going to happen, but it was worth a try. Maybe I should just give up now that November has got his wish and I have no chance of getting out. It would be less painful that way.