15. MASON
MASON
“Areyou planning on drinking yourself to death?” Hunter asks, as he comes to stand in the hallway with me. I’m currently sitting on the floor across from her bedroom door, like a lost puppy. Hell, I guess I am one because I have no fucking clue what to do with myself without her. She’s so close, yet so far away too and I’m not doing so good with that shit. All it’s doing, is just fucking with my head.
“Yeah and? What’s it to you?”
“You should lay off of it a little.”
“You should mind your own fucking business,” I grumble.
“You are my fucking business, you asshole!”
“Why?”
“She’s my top priority, but she’s not the only one I care about. I care about you too, dickhead!”
“Aww. You love me, don’t you?” I ask with a smirk and he just rolls his eyes at me.
“Don’t make me stop and then leave you to your own stupid devices.”
“She fucking hates me man. What would you do if you were in my shoes?” I ask and he just shrugs before answering.
“I guess I wouldn’t be trying my best to get alcohol poisoning.”
“I don’t even give a shit if I do. It’s the only thing that eases the pain. But come again, when you fall in love and she hates your guts too. You’re an overbearing asshole, so I’m pretty sure at some point you’ll end up being in the same boat as me,” I mumble, taking another swig from my bottle.
“Fucking hell, I’m dealing with children!” he grumbles and I stick my tongue out at him and give him the finger because fuck him.
“What am I going to do if she doesn’t forgive me?”
“Not drink yourself to death?”
“Would you fuck off?! You don’t see me going around telling you to stop killing people with your murdering ass, do you?”
“You’re a part of the club now, so…”
“Well, just shut the fuck up and let me self-destruct how I want to, why don’t you?”
Hejust lets out a long sigh, like he’s tired of my shit and well, I can’t really blame him. I’ve been in a pissy mood since she told me that she didn’t love me anymore and wanted to break up with me. Yeah right. Like that’s ever going to happen.
Ican’t come to terms with the fact that she doesn’t want me anymore and I have to say, I’m not doing so well. It literally feels like a piece of my soul died and, trust me, when I say that, I’m not being dramatic. That is exactly what it feels like. I guess I finally know what she felt when I was constantly telling her that I didn’t want her…
Fuck!
Thatthought brings tears to my eyes because if it hurts me this much, then I can imagine just how much pain she was in. Damn, I really am a fucking asshole.
NowI want to smash everything in sight to pieces, just to calm all the rage and hurt inside me. For the past two days when I’m not drinking myself into oblivion, I’ve been having fun with that bastard Antonio.
Thingswould have been fine between us if it wasn’t for that bastard and Daddy fucking dearest. I was so close to getting her to forgive me and now she doesn’t even want to see me. All my progress ruined because the asshole took what was mine.
“No dickhead! I’m not going to let that happen. As much as I want to say you deserve this, I know you’ve been trying. Just hold on and don’t give up. Maybe she’ll come around…” he tells me, sounding hopeful. Well, at least one of us has hope.
“Man, you fucking saw her face. She was dead serious, which the past two days from hell can attest to. She hasn’t spoken to me or even looked at me.”
“Just give her more time is all I can say.”
“What other fucking choice do I have Hunter?”
“None,” he smirks. I bet the asshole is enjoying my pain right now.
“Dickface!”
“But again, you should stop before you get your ass killed and then I’ll have her crazy ass to deal with,” he jokes.
“Nope. No can do. This bottle has been my best friend, since she prefers my brother’s company and yours, compared to mine. And this is the only way that will make me not want to smash his face in. I need to keep myself numb from all the pain,” I grumble.
Hunterwatches me as I pick up my phone from the floor and watch Grayson sitting up in the bed with his back against the headboard and he has my girl in his arms, as she sleeps. I grind my teeth together to try and push the anger away, but it’s difficult.
Iknow he’s just helping her and keeping her calm so she doesn’t freak out but it’s killing me to watch that she prefers his company to mine. I feel like she punched a big hole in my chest with that move.
Heknows about the cameras in her room, but surprisingly he hasn’t said a word about it. Maybe he knows I’ll go off the rails if he said anything at all.
Theirrational amount of jealousy I’m feeling is unreal. I want to smash my brother’s goddamn face in for cuddling up with my girl. The only reason I’m not doing that is because deep down I know that nothing is going on with them and she needs someone by her side, since she doesn’t want me to be the one there.
Forsome reason she and Grayson are friends again and that shit hurts and is tearing me up inside. How come she forgave him and not me? Great, now I’m jealous of my own brother. Things really are fucked up right now.
Ihaven’t said a word to either of them on how I feel about their closeness because I know she needs a friend more than anything right now. I should be the one next to her offering her comfort. ButI need to put my feelings aside and do what’s best for her, even if I hate it.
When the fuck did life get this complicated?
Iwish I could go back to the days when things were good between us, when we didn’t have to worry about all this bullshit that’s separating us.
Myfather and Emilia are the cause of all this shit. They started the whole domino effect that came crashing down on us. The bloodlust that consumes me when I think about them is overwhelming and I can’t wait to deal with them. It’s either going to be prison or I will kill them. Then again, prison is too good for them because they both deserve to fucking die. He’s tried contacting both Grayson and I but we’ve ignored all his calls. In fact we just blocked his ass.
“Want to go have some fun to take your mind off of things?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I can go watch you beat the shit out of that asshole again. You’re drunk off your ass so I can’t let you go in there alone, but maybe you can blow off some steam,” he says grinning at me.
“Let’s fucking go then,” I mumble, wobbling a little as I try to get to my feet. I’m thinking I really have fucking hit rock bottom.
Hunterwalks behind me as we make our way down to the basement. As soon as we step into the room, I see Antonio right where I left him the last time I was done with him.
He’son a circle platform that’s about an inch or two off the ground. There are two wooden posts connected to the platform with him in the middle.
Hisarms are tied to the top of them. Which suspends his arms in the air, forcing him into a kneeling position. That must be hurting by now since he’s been like that for two days. But just thinking about him in any kind of pain is bringing a smile to my face.
“What’s up man? You look a bit rough around the edges,” I tell him. A laugh slips out of me, as I realize that he’s not even awake right now.
Hisface is battered, bruised and bloody. Just the way I fucking like him. He couldn’t answer me if he wanted to because he’s gagged, since I don’t want to have to listen to his annoying as hell voice. His head is just slumped forward, like he’s been in and out of consciousness and right now he isn’t conscious.
Iwalk over to him and take his gag off before lifting the bottle of rum I have in my hand and pour it down his throat. He comes awake instantly, sputtering and coughing as the alcohol burns his throat. I just laugh at how much pleasure his suffering brings me.
“You looked a little thirsty there man. So, I thought I’d help out,” I tell him with a smirk on my face.
“Whatever asshole!” he sneers at me.
“Aww, are you mad and a little uncomfortable there?” I ask with mock sympathy. “SeeI’d have helped you out but you deserve every fucking thing that you’re going to get for taking that job from my father and his bitch. But don’t worry I’ll make it hurt extra good, for daring to take my girl and messing with her!” I spit at him.
“The bitch deserved it!” he mumbles.
“Yeah, well you’re about to deserve every single thing that I’m going to do to you,” I snap as I rear my hand back and punch him in the face. I hear the sickening crunch of his nose and it makes me smile as he screams out in pain. At least he has the good sense to not beg for his life, since he won’t be making it out of here. “How does it feel to be getting a taste of your own medicine?”
Hedoesn’t answer, but he does spit toward me instead. It doesn’t touch me but I’m still pissed at his audacity. I move around the room, grabbing a towel and then the hose, that’s connected to a pipe down here.
Iwonder how many people have been tortured here because this basement is a sadistic asshole’s dream, with everything, you’d need to torture someone. I shoot Hunter a glance and he smirks at me, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. There are knives and all kinds of other equipment hanging on one of the walls but I’m definitely not ready for those yet.
Imove back over to him, force his head back and then place the towel over his face, making sure that his mouth and nose is covered properly, before turning the water on and blasting it over his face. He starts to cough and breathe but he’s struggling.
Imove the hose away from his face and he’s panting heavily, as he’s gasping for air. I don’t give him enough time to get too much air into his lungs before I’m blasting his face with water again.
Hisscreams are like fucking music to my ears right now. I’m also loving the fact that he’s making it worse for himself, all on his own. What an idiot! I look over at Hunter and he’s just looking at me with a bored expression on his face. No doubt he’s done this a million times before.
“You having fun?” he asks when he sees me looking at him.
“The most I’ve ever had,” I slur a bit. I’m definitely drunker than I thought I was and now I realize why he came down with me. He didn’t want me to do some dumb shit and let our prisoner escape. Hmm, I’m down with that and not mad at all. WhenI’m done with that round, I pull the towel off his face and he’s instantly sucking in some much-needed air. We haven’t told Winter that he’s here yet. I’m not sure if we should tell her, or just deal with him so she doesn’t ever have to see his stupid face again.
“Did you like that?” I ask with a smirk. He looks at me with a deadly stare like he wants to kill me and I just smile even wider.
“Asshole!” He grumbles. “When my boss notices that I’m gone he’ll be looking for me.”
“Oh, I’m sure by now he’s probably considering you nothing but a liability. Besides, if he does want to try that then he’s more than welcome to. Though by then you’ll already be dead and he’ll have a whole army of blood thirsty fuckers ready and waiting for him. So, I’m sure he’ll just be cutting his losses. And by the way we know who your real boss is and I’m not talking about my father,” I tell him and he doesn’t respond. Maybe he knows what I’m telling him is the truth.
Igrab a scalpel from one of the tables in the room and walk around him deciding on what to do next. He eyes the scalpel in my hand and I see the hint of fear cross his features. I’m glad he finally knows that I’m not fucking playing around.
Istep up to him and begin to slice the shirt that he was wearing from his body and I feel him stiffen a little, probably wondering what the hell I’m doing. Once his shirt is off of him, I walk around him until I’m at his back.
Imove in closer to him and use the scalpel to start carving the letter F into his back. A pain filled scream erupts from him, but I don’t pay any mind to him. I just keep going until I have the word ‘Fuckface’ carved into his body. I was going to carve Winter into his skin as a reminder of why he’s being tortured but I decided not to. My girl’s name is too precious for this dickhead.
Imade sure to do it deep enough that the wound is gaping, yet shallow enough to not hit anything vital. This will serve as a reminder as to what he did to her, for however long he has left on this earth. The dick currently branded on his chest doesn’t hurt either. My hands are just as bloody as his back, with the copious amount of blood running down.
“Could you help me out a little here bro,” I say to Hunter. “Take a picture of his back and show it to him please. I’m a little bloody here.”
“Sure thing,” Hunter says with a laugh. “Love the handiwork. If we were going to let him live, he’d have the rest of his life to look at the scar, but it’s a shame that isn’t in the plan.”
Huntertakes a picture of his back and moves to go show it to him, while I begin to wash the blood off my arms. When he sees it, he starts to scream in rage.
“You fucking asshole! You’re going to pay for this!” he screams and thrashes around, as though he’ll be able to break out of his bindings. Spoiler alert, he’s not getting out of them unless one of us lets him go and that is not happening.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. See ya later asshole. I have to go check on my girl,” I mutter as I head up the stairs once more. Hunter cuts off the lights on his way up leaving the asshole in darkness.
“Good night, man,” Hunter tells me. It’s late when I look at the time. I didn’t even realize it, but we spent quite a while down there.
“Good night,” I tell him back.
Idecide to go take a shower before I take up my usual space of watching her. AfterI’m done with my shower and I’m clean and fresh, I feel human again. I’m sober and I kind of hate that because if I’m sober, the pain won’t be numbed.
Isit in front of her door and pull up my app to watch her. She’s sleeping and thankfully she’s alone. My brother is no longer next to her or in the room. I feel some sort of relief at that. I shouldn’t be jealous of the relationship that she has with my brother, but it just sucks.
I’mabout half an hour into sitting there and watching her when she starts to become restless in her sleep. She’s tossing and turning and it looks as though she’s having a nightmare. Without even stopping to think about it, I stand to my feet and open her door, before silently making my way inside.
Fuckit! I need to be close to her and keep her nightmares away. As soon as I slip into her bed and pull her into my arms, she seems to go limp. She calms down and goes right back to sleep without fussing.
Ihave to admit, holding her in my arms again feels like heaven and peace. I snuggle my face into her hair and then her neck and just inhale her scent. It smells like home.
Inno time I’m falling asleep next to her, pulling her closer into my arms. I’ll probably get shit for this when she wakes up, but for right now, I just need to feel her next to me. Not being next to her has been killing me slowly. I can only hope that one day she’ll forgive me and let me be a part of her life again…