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| Brytain Rollins | Mar 14 2013, 02:27 AM Post #1 |
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In the car, Brytain gingerly touched the edges of her mouth where Davie Bennington had pressed his knife. She knew what his intentions where, he'd done it before to others. A Glasgow smile. A permanent grin. The cuts were shallow at the edges of her lips but they still stung. The night in the airport felt like a million years ago now, so much had happened between then and now. She could remember the way her stomach clenched painfully when she'd walked off of the plane. She'd known when she boarded that he was going to be waiting for her. She wasn't stupid and she knew Davie's MO. He played mind games, he got into people's heads and he destroyed them from the inside before they could ever step into the ring with him. But this time... this time was different because it was all happening to her. She'd wandered around the airport for twenty minutes, always watching for him out of the corner of her eye. She tried to look like she wasn't waiting for it. His ambush. She was beginning to wonder if she and Jordy had miscalculated his intentions when she caught a glimpse of him in the parking garage. Sighing, she gathered up her bag and ducked into a bathroom nearby. It was empty and she stood for a moment, staring into the mirror before she leaned down and gulped some tap water directly from the faucet. Her eyes followed her from the mirror, looking dark and there was something in them that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Was it fear or was it determination? Finally, when she thought she was ready she gathered up her bag and plastered a small smile on her face, heading into the parking garage as though Trickee or Sawyer might be waiting to take her to Snapmare. She'd felt him coming behind her before she felt the sharp crack across the back of her head. Brytain had struggled to stay conscious when he'd put her in the back of the rental car. She'd succeeded but barely, enough to know that he'd driven her all the way to Southie. She'd gotten into his head that night. It was obvious by the way he was escalating. She'd finally become the predator and he, the prey. He was desperate and desperate men were sloppy. It hadn't been easy to sit there, her wrists bound behind her and watch him pick up the baseball bat. It definitely hadn't been easy when he'd taken that bat and slammed it into her still aching rib cage over and over again. She'd refused to scream though, refused to cry out. Instead, when he asked her if she wanted to die, she had only laughed. Truth, she wanted to die less now than she ever had. She was the cyber champion, Jordy was whole and safe and sound and there was a man who she'd promised that she would be back in his bed before midnight. It hadn't been easy to let him spew his hatred at her, to feel his hands on her skin. But it hadn't been easy for Jordyn Tyrell to get this information. Brytain wasn't about to let her down, let all of her hard, disgusting work be for nothing. Jordy had done her part and now it was Brytain's turn to do hers. To do the things that would eventually turn her into him. Turn her into a monster. So when Davie had come back with the nails and the hammer, she'd grinned up at him. Asked him how Derek was doing. That had thrown him enough that he'd dropped the nails and they'd scattered all over the unfinished concrete basement floor. She'd always known that Davie had a younger brother named Derek and that he'd died when Davie was a child. But the shit that Jordy had dug up... Brytain had no idea how Jordy had gotten her hands on Davie's childhood psychiatric records but they'd given them more to go off of when it came to getting into his head than their two year relationship had ever given her. Davie was eight when his little brother died, drowned in a creek behind the house. The psychiatrist had suspected that it had been Davie who had held his little head underwater until he'd stopped thrashing but it had never gone any further than that. But now she knew. She knew what kind of person he was and she knew that Derek lived inside of Davie's head. And Derek was angry. When she'd said his name, she'd seen Davie's eyes go wide and that was when he'd reached for the tire iron. She'd expected that... and the pain when he'd struck her with it. What she hadn't expected was for him to pull the knife out of his boot. His eyes had been dark pools when he'd pressed it against her cheek. He'd told her that if she'd scream, he'd stop. But she'd come too far to break for him now, so she'd spit the blood out of her mouth and laughed. When he'd started the cuts at the corners of her mouth, she'd bitten him. Crushing her teeth into his hand, she hadn't stopped until she'd felt her teeth shred his skin. She'd felt the skin split underneath of her molars and she'd felt satisfaction. He, however, hadn't felt much. She'd expected that too. Jordy had told her that Davie was shooting up so much of his drug of choice that he wasn't unable to feel much of anything anymore. But it gave her just enough time to slip her slippery, bloody hands out of the rope he'd used to bind them behind her. Stumbling to her feet, that were still bound together, she fumbled for the first thing she could reach. A screw driver. Davie was faster though, and knocked her down to her knees. Screaming in anger, he'd grabbed her arm and put his knee in her back. Brytain heard and felt her shoulder dislocate and she bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood to keep from screaming. The pain was blinding and she nearly lost her grip on the screwdriver. As Davie shoved her to the concrete and climbed on top of her, she lay still. She let him think that she was unconscious. Davie pressed his mouth down against hers and with the last of her strength she wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him still while she drove the screwdriver into his side. She felt it hit resistance and then plunge into his body. Davie thrashed against her as she pulled the screwdriver out and plunged it in again, twisting it. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Brytain made the right turn that the GPS had been warning her about for the last mile. When she saw where she was, her heart sank. She'd thought that the area looked familiar but she hadn't been sure. Until now. Not she knew exactly where she was and she didn't like it. She'd been ready to go out to the bar with her friends when she'd gotten the text message from Davie. A picture of Allsyn's gravesite. She wouldn't have come tonight if it weren't for that picture. She knew that it was bait. A lure to get her out there alone. And she was going to take the bait. Even from the car, she could see the smoke in the sky. Her heart stopped in her chest and she barely had the car stopped before she was on her feet and running. Brytain tore through the cemetery, forgetting everything. Her mind was a wash of pure panic and sickening dread. Davie stood in front of the grave site, leaning heavily on a shovel. In front of him, the fire was raging from the ground. Brytain could smell the gasoline and something that smelled sweet on the smoke. "Fuck," she screamed, dropping to her knees in the dirt. She could hear words pouring through her mouth but she had no idea what she was saying. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt like she was going to be sick. Davie had unearthed Allysyn's grave, pried her casket open with the end of the shovel and set her remains on fire. The realization of what she was seeing blindsided her. She had known that he was luring her out here for some more of his particular brand of psychological torture but this time, it was beyond even what she could have anticipated. Brytain could hear a strange, strangled sob coming from her lips and she realized she was crying. Sobbing. Through her tears she could see Davie looming closer. He reached down and grabbed a hunk of her hair in his hand and hauled her to her feet. She hadn't made the conscious decision to reach into the pocket of her black leather jacket and close her fist around the knife. She'd brought it only because it had been one of the conditions of her coming alone. She had to bring some back up. In a movement sped up by adrenaline, she stabbed the knife into his cheek, dragging it down towards the corner of his mouth. He shoved her back, away from him, but she lunged and tackled him to the ground. Brytain's fingers closed around his throat and she took more time deliberately cutting the other side of his face. Sitting back on her heels, she watched him writhing in the dirt, his face drenched in the blood she'd brought to the surface when she'd carved his face into a jagged Glasgow smile. The Smile that he'd tried to carve into her own face only a few days earlier. His signature, his calling card. And how he was wearing it. She stared down at the blood on her hands. Ash was floating down and sticking to her hands, her face, it was clinging to her hair. All she could hear was her own pounding heart beat in her ears. Brytain barely remembered crawling back to the car, wiping the blood off on some napkins she found in the glove box. She curled up in the front seat, staring straight out the windshield for a few moments. Her whole body felt numb and she blindly reached for the flask in the other pocket of her jacket. Uncapping it, she swallowed it all down as quickly as she could. Shoving the flask into the center console, Brytain's fingers brushed the edge of her iPhone. Automatically she dialed Jordyn Tyrell's phone number. Jordy answered on the second ring. "Hello?" Hearing her voice, Brytain started to sob again. "Brytain?" Jordy asked, her voice was calm, soothing with an edge of panic underneath of it. "Are you okay? Where are you?" In a rush the words poured out of her, not entirely coherent but there. "Are you okay?" The words weren't funny. But suddenly, she was laughing. It wasn't the kind of laugh that encouraged other people to join in, it was the kind of laugh that chilled. "All smiles," she said, giggling into her still blood stained hands. "He's all fucking smiles." "Brytain, you aren't making sense," Jordy said, and Brytain could hear the worry in her best friend's voice. "Seriously, are you alone?" Brytain just laughed, she felt like she couldn't do anything else. "Brytain," Jordy said, "Listen to me. You need to pull yourself the fuck together, okay? Now fucking answer me, are you alone?" "Yeah," Brytain said, swallowing the laughter that sounded more and more like choking sobs. She could still see the orange glow of the flames in the distance. "You need to go back to the bar," Jordy said, and Brytain could hear the barely restrained anger, frustration and worry in her best friend's voice. "I'll be back in Philly in the morning. But until then, you go to Syn. Okay? Go back to him and stay with him for the rest of the night, do you understand?" "I'm fine," Brytain choked out, but she knew that she wasn't. Her head was in a place so dark that she wasn't sure there was a way back from it. She wasn't sure she cared anymore. "You're not fine," Jordy said, harshly. "You don't need to be alone right now." When they hung up the phone, Brytain swallowed hard. She worked on regulating her breathing. She fixed her make up. And then she tried to prepare herself to go back to the bar, to smile and laugh. To pretend like she hadn't just crossed into a place that she wasn't sure she would ever leave. Edited by Brytain Rollins, Mar 14 2013, 02:32 AM.
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