Page 75 of Darkness Falls

Alarm bells ring in my head. How the hell did I let this happen? This was all because of Julian, well, Damien. That's his real name, the slimy bastard. I tried to tell Callie all along there was something off about him, and now here I am, chained to the floor in some disgusting cell.

A thought crosses my mind. The last person I was with was Reese, and I snuck out like a coward. Nobody is even going to know I'm missing or come looking for me. This is bad, really bad. I haveno clue what Damien intends to do with me now that I'm here, but it can't be anything good.

Wait. Did Reese lie to me? Is she actually part of Rogue? What the hell was in that box she gave me? I should have looked inside, but I was just so upset over my parents and what happened that I didn't even think to check. I have so many questions, and none of them are going to get answered because I'm alone in this damn dark cell. I hate the dark.

"HEY!" I yell, hoping someone will hear me. "LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU FREAKS!"

I wait a few minutes to see if someone shows up, but nobody does. I grab the chain around my ankle and pull at it. Maybe it's old, and I can shimmy myself free. After a few tries, I find that it's useless. My skinny ass arms are not going to be any help here.

How could my luck be bad enough to end up like this? Maybe I should have shared that post I scrolled past the other day about having bad luck if I didn't claim the energy. This is the exact kind of energy you definitely want to avoid. In the past 24 hours, I've found out both of my parents are dead, I have a sister, and I let myself get kidnapped.

I tug at the chain around my ankle again with no luck, so I take a seat on the dirty floor and pull my knees to my chest before placing my head on them to let my mind drift to my parents. I haven't even had time to grieve them. My gaze trails toward the ceiling, and I notice a small camera in the corner.

"Are you watching me, you sick fuck?" I yell asI stand up again. "How about you show your face and quit being such a little bitch?"

I'm still met with nothing but silence, and I just want to know why I'm here. I guess I could consider maybe silence is better than someone showing up to kill me. I don't know if I'll ever make it out of here alive, though, and Callie taught me the best way to know your enemy is to get face-to-face with them. Can I really trust what she taught me, though? She did end up falling in love with her kidnappers...

"HEYYYYYY!" I try a different tactic. "I HAVE TO PEE!"

I start to wonder if anyone will ever show up, and fear begins to edge itself into my thoughts. I don't know how Callie was able to be so strong for so long. I'm not like her in that aspect. I like to pretend I'm strong and put on a good front for everyone, but deep down, I'm terrified.

I let my emotions overwhelm me, and the tears begin to fall down my face as I stare at the camera in the corner. My parents are dead, and my entire world is imploding. I'm most likely going to die here, alone, and nobody is even going to know.

I sit down and turn to my side to curl myself into the fetal position and let myself feel it all. My best friend will never see me again. I’ll never be able to tell her she’s my sister. The sound of a door pushing open pulls me from my feelings. I snap my head over toward the sound to see Damien standing there, looking all smug and full of himself.

"I knew youwere an untrustworthy trash bag from the start; turns out I was right the entire time," I seethe.

Damien takes a step closer to me while chuckling. "Do you know who I am?"

"I know you're not Julian. She told me exactly how fucked up you are."

"Good. She never could resist telling you things. That will make this so much easier, since you already know I'm not a good person. I don't have to waste time catching you up."

"Stay away from me," I tell him through gritted teeth, but he doesn't listen.

He takes another step, and another, until he is standing directly in front of me. I try to scoot back, but the clanking of the chain stops me. He kicks me in the side, and I cry out. The pain instantly shoots through me. He kicks me again, and I can't stop sobbing.

"It's a pity you're not more like her. At least Callie put up some fight. You're a weak bitch, just like I always thought you were." He turns to leave the room, and my stupid, impulsive brain can't help but entice him.

"If anyone's a weak bitch, it's you." I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.

He whips back around and slaps me hard across my face. His nostrils flare as anger courses through him. "You should have seen your father’s face before I stabbed him."

My eyes go wide. No, my parents died in a car accident. That's what the hospital said when they called me.

"I'm sure you'retrying to piece it all together, so let me spell it out for you. I walked up to your darling parents' home, cut the brake lines on their car, stabbed your father, and then sat back and watched as your mother struggled to drag him to the car to try and get him to the hospital. She actually thought she was going to save him."

"NO!" I yell out through the tears staining my face.

"I had to follow them to make sure they didn't survive. Luckily for them, they were killed on impact, but you can still thank yourself for their deaths. Had you not been such an insufferable bitch, I might have just taken you and let them live."

I deflate, completely defeated. "You killed them," I say, my voice barely a whisper.

"You can bask in the knowledge that when Callie comes home to Rogue, it will also be your fault. She will willingly walk back into my arms for me to use however I please so she can protect you."

"She won't!" I yell, but I know that's a lie. Callie will absolutely give herself over to him if she thinks she can save me. She is the kind of person who will always sacrifice herself for the people she loves.

"Want to know the best part? It will all be for nothing because when she does show up, I'll have everything I need. I'll slit your throat right in front of her and let her watch you bleed out." He laughs and makes his way to the door, but before he shuts it, he turns back to pull out his phone and snaps a fewpictures of me. "I truly hope you enjoy the next few days in your own personal hell. They will be your last."

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