Page 22 of Most Of All

“I do... I just saw you and that prick outside, but I wanted to hear it from you,” I snarl, stopping right in front of her face again.

Nervously she laughs, “You saw me outside...yes, right, more like you followed me.” I’m taken back by her comment, but conceal my confusion, when did I follow her? Flashbacks enter my mind again, the same images as before. Maybe I did follow her, but that’s not the point here.

“Tell me, Raine, where the fuck were you? I want to hear you say it.”

She avoids my question again and I think she’s purposely trying to wind me up.

“Where were you?” I roar, closing the distance between us again.

“Fuck you!” She spits out at me and turns to leave.

No way, absolutely not, I grab hold of her arm and drag her back to me and with a bitterness that matches my anger, I snap. “You will fucking answer me, Raine!” Gripping her arm tightly, I squeeze it, fighting the urge to rip her arm right out of her socket. “Answer me!” I roar, louder.

“Stop, you're hurting me,” she pleads, and her lips quiver as she speaks.

“Tell me, Raine, and I'll let go!” I roar even louder.

She squirms, trying to escape my grip but I soon realize nothing I do is working, so I try a different approach.

Softly I lower my voice, and try to appeal to her kind nature, hoping to persuade her that way. “Please Raine, just tell me?” I plead, pressing my forehead against hers. “Please.”

“I'm not telling you shit,” she spits out with venom as she tries to push me away, but I still have her arm gripped tightly.

“You need to leave now, Jack.”

I laugh at her. Leave, she’s asking me to leave, fuck that. “That's not how this is going to go, you will tell me.” I snap, and this bitch stays silent.

My patience is wearing thin, why doesn't she just tell me? What else is she hiding? “Just tell me!” This time I’m screaming in her face, yet she still doesn’t falter, her gaze is averted elsewhere.

Exasperated, I shake the life out of her, digging my nails into her skin. “Say something, will you?” I try pleading again.

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to tell you I fucked him? Is that what you want? Do you want to know how much he made me scream out his name? How many different positions we tried? Is that what you want to know?” She snaps.

Outraged, I drop her arm and take a step back. “What are you, his whore now?” I growl at her with disgust.

Without warning, she raises her hand to hit me, but I move out of the way and take a step toward her, gripping her by the shoulders.

“Just spreading your legs to any prick that smiles at you, huh?” She spits in my face, and I laugh maliciously at her before I slam my forehead against hers. It knocks her out, and her body goes limp. I let her fall to the floor, not bothering to try and catch her. Instead, I start to drag her through the apartment into the bedroom, leaving her on the floor while I look for something to tie her up with.

Theimagesofwhathappened come to me before I even open my eyes. I’m still shaken up by the fact I didn’t fully believe the things Don was saying about Jack, until now, that is. How did I not see what he was like? All this time and I didn’t see it, I feel like a fool.

I try to pry my eyes open, but only one opens, the other one takes a bit of coaxing, before my vision clears fully. I attempt to move, but soon realize I can’t. Slowly regaining my focus, I figure out that I’m lying on the floor of my bedroom, bound to the foot of the bed, with zip ties. Both of my hands and feet are bound to the legs of the bed. What does he want from me? If he wanted me, actually wanted me, he could have had me years ago, why now? I’m so uncomfortable, and I really need to move, my bladder is screaming at me, Fuck! “Jack, Jack!” I yell as loud as I can.

“Jack, Jack!” I keep yelling until I hear movement coming toward me. Jack enters the room but doesn’t make a sound, he just glares down at me, not saying a word, the dark gaze in his stare is giving me a bad churning feeling in the pit of my stomach. Nausea threatens to overwhelm me. “What are you doing Jack, let me go,” I plead with him, but he’s still being ignorant.

“Why are you doing this? What do you want with me?” I whimper, struggling to move. Annoyed, I pull at my arms, a stinging pain shoots through my wrists, as the zip ties bite into my skin, but I grit my teeth to conceal the pain, Fuck! If I don’t get to the bathroom soon, I’m going to wet myself.

Jack begins to pace the room, his footsteps echo off the walls as he mumbles. It's as if he’s engaging in a debate with himself, his expressions shift with each thought.

I remain silent, until he halts directly in front of me, locking his gaze on mine. “Why are you doing this?” I plead again, anxiously hoping to get through to him. “It's because of you, you ruined everything, you were meant to wait for me, but no...instead you go and spread your legs for someone else, and to make matters worse he's an Archer, a fucking Archer!”

He bends down and cuts off the zip ties at my feet with a pocket knife, then continues onto my wrists. Awkwardly he yanks me upward by the collar of my T-shirt, his voice echoing with rage as he screams in my face, he accuses me of being the cause of everything going wrong.

With sudden force, he shoves me down back onto the floor, turning his back to me. My mind races, trying to piece together scenarios on how to get myself out of here. Truly wishing he would just let me go, but my instincts strongly disagree, he’s not going to let me go that easily.

Reluctantly I sit up, inspecting my ankles and wrists, my wrists look worse than my ankles, all cut up and stinging like crazy. But before I attempt to move, I turn my gaze toward Jack. Again, he’s in deep discussion with himself, is he really arguing with himself? Is that what he’s doing? Unless he has an imaginary friend that I don’t know about.

I pull myself up, not averting my gaze away from Jack as he still has the knife in his hand, and I don’t want to anger him. Once I am fully standing up, I search around for something; anything I can use, but there’s nothing, not even a hairbrush in sight, did he move my stuff? Unable to think of any logical way to escape, I do the next best thing, grit my teeth and be nice. “Jack, can I use the bathroom please?” Slowly turning his gaze to me, he nods.

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