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Every time I’ve heard him speak before this I felt like a proud father, but now I’m taking on the role of a scolded child. Julius never has many words, or maybe he does but he doesn’t say them, but this time, I know he’s serious. He didn’t ask a question or leave me room to argue. He made a statement, and I have no doubt he’ll enforce it.
“She trusted you,” Lucas starts again. “She loved and trusted you. Do you know how many nights I held her, trying to calm the wave of emotions tormenting her body because she missed you? She mourned you. She fucking mourned you!” he roars. “And you come back, thinking her and I are fucking, so you degrade her, treat her like shit, do everything in your power to hurt her because you were confused, and now this?You make me fucking sick.”
I hear him spit, but I don’t see anything until it lands by my shoes. “I fucked up, I know. I’m ready.”
I turn to face them and widen my stance, keeping my arms glued to my sides, hoping to protect my ribs. I tip my chin up and close my eyes. The first hit comes from Lucas. I would like to say it isn’t bad, but I’d be lying.
His fist flies into my stomach, making me double over and lose all of the breath in my lungs. Julius is next. As I’m crouched over, he jerks his knee up hard, sending it into my nose. The crunch that vibrates through my head tells me he definitely broke it. Blood starts to ooze from my nose, coating my lips, running down my chin. When I open my mouth to breathe, the copper taste hits my tongue.
Over and over they take turns hitting me, kicking me. And I do nothing to try and defend myself. It would be pointless.
I’m not sure how long they hit me, but after what seems like hours, they finally step away. I was sure they’d kill me or do more then beat me black and blue. I sigh internally, thankful they’ve had their fill, but my victory is short-lived when Lucas taps the door and it opens, but only long enough for Carl to hand him his knife and a torch.
“We’re going to mark you the same way you tried to mark her.” I can’t even tell who is talking at this point.
Maybe it’s all of the adrenaline leaving my body or the fact I just can’t take any more, but the world in front of me starts to get fuzzy and the noises in the room fade into a dull hum. Getting tortured when you can’t see it coming is far worse than watching. With my eyes swollen and heavy, there is no opening them. Not when the hot knife touches me, not when I hear them call for Dr. Kelly, and not when I hear Charlie’s screams. Everything just goes black.
