"Hello, Winnie."

I couldn't even put together sentences. I was completely lost for words.

"Didn't expect me to be here, did you?"

I stared back to here with wide eyes. I thought, no, I know we left her back at the house. Didn't we?

"Why do you look so surprised, you really think that weak little punch knocked me out?" She tilted her head to the side.

"What." I breathed out, feeling very sickly all of a sudden.

"Oh Winnie, your so pathetic and easy to fool." She spat, while walking toward me.

She stopped in front of me and stared at me with a disgusted look on her face. She bended down to my level and looked directly into my eyes.

I already knew what was coming.

As soon as her hand went up, I closed my eyes.

My head whipped to the side, I felt the burning sting of her palm coming in contact with my cheek.

"Who in the h*ll do you think you are, huh? You think you can just punch me in the face and get away with it. You're out of your mind!" She blared in my face.

I felt tears streak down my face. I was about to lose it. I was restrained in a chair, I can't move my body, and I had just been slapped by some hot-headed witch.

I was feeling a lot of emotions in this moment. I was angry, sad, mad, and very confused.

I began to turn my head to look back at Marcela, but the lights went out before I could even make contact with her wrathful eyes.

I was met with complete darkness, It was almost like it was sucking me in. I hated when it was dark, it scared me. When it was pitch black and I wasn't able to see.

It seemed I could never get away from it, because the lights came back on I was met with Dark.

Let me rephrase that. The light technically didn't come back on. It was still dark in the room, except this time there was a little, very small lightbulb hanging from above me. I couldn't see anyone else, only Dark.

He's eyes stared stared into my soul. His posture calm, eyes blazing.

It seemed crazy to me. If I could covered his eyes, I bet he wouldn't seem so crazy. But those eyes were so... dark. So full of emotions, and feelings...

He bent down to my level just as Marcela had done. Was he going to slap me too?

I thought he was going to but he only said "Hey."

In this situation, I was so puzzled. He was being nice again, which made me feel like something bad was coming.

"You vomited, and then you fainted." He paused. "Your a really good actor."

I gaped up at him. What was he talking about? Something really terrible was coming, I felt it in my stomach.

"Don't look surprised, I mean you had Arlo fooled, that's something." His voices was so angelic, but I knew better. Or did I...

"Wha- owww" I was cut my self off, when I felt someone pull at my hair roughly. The loose choker on me, scraped my neck. I gandered up to see Marcela above me.

Wolf also made an appearance out of the darkness, and stood next to Marcela.

"You're not fooling anyone with that good girl act. Do you think that were stupid? When we questioned you in the house, did you think that was it? This is the real interrogation, baby." Wolf spat.

I was so overwhelmed at this point. Tears began to pour down my cheek all in a rush. I started to cough, the choker on my neck, was putting too much pressure on my throat.

"Stop crying you whining brat." Marcela said gritting her teeth, grabbing my hair tighter.

"Ow stop, please." Tears blurred my eyes. I could barely see, and I couldn't move my hand to wipe them away.

I started to move vigorously, trying somehow to get out of this trap. This was torture. I wanted to get away, I wanted this all to stop.

Marcela didn't seem to care about my suffering, because she tugged back on my hair tighter. Causing me to let out a loud piercing cry. I thought that it couldn't get any worse, but I was wrong. Marcela decided to press the choker deeper in to my neck.

I screamed so loud, I nearly made myself deaf. The pain I felt was unbearable. My head was spinning and my throat was burning.

The grip Marcela had one my hair suddenly disappeared. She didn't let go herself, my vision was blurry from tears, but I saw someone yank her hands away. Thank god.

I saw something coming near my face, so I closed my eyes. I felt a cloth wiping near my eyes. When it moved away. I could see clearly again.

I realized the 'cloth' was Dark's sleeve from his sweater. He moved out of the light and into the darkness. He came back with a wet and dry rag.

He dabbed at my wounded neck with the wet rag and with the dry rag he dabbed it dry. I was so dizzy and perplexed. I felt so weak, I should have taken the water, when Fergo offered it. But then again I'm glad I didn't. What if he poisoned it?

Dark then put a bandage on my neck. Like that would fix everything and take away the pain.

I don't know why he was doing this. I hated mind games, I hated when people tried to play with head. But what if he wasn't trying to do anything. Did he maybe think that Marcela went too far?

My last thought was proven wrong, when he put his hands over my throat. He squeezed gently, not to hard. I thought I would feel pain, but I didn't. I sort of... liked it. His hands were freezing cold, which cooled down the heat on my neck. They were so soft, but somewhat rough. Which made me think that he had a few calluses.

The fact that I liked the fact that he was holding my neck, disgusted me. I closed my eyes, not wanting to stare into his sea like ones. I didn't want to get lost farther into the darkness. Cause once your in, there's no way out.

"Did you lie back in the house, did you think you could get away with it. Did someone send you. Tell me, I won't kill the messenger." He spoke in a whisper, yet his voice filled the whole room. He didn't sound angry, but I knew if I opened my eyes, I would see the truth.

"No. Let me go, I didn't do anything. Please I can't-

"Breath." He finished my sentence for me. I opened my eyes and I heard him speak.

"Ya, me neither." He whispered.

He loosened his hold on my neck, then unexpectedly ripped off my choker. I immediately started breathing normal again. He went on the unstrap me from the chair. When I was released, he grabbed my hands, and pulled me up.

My legs were weak so I couldn't stand up without support. He grabbed my waist to steady me.

"Wolf, were done." What did that mean?

The lights suddenly came on. I closed my eyes immediately. I was in the dark so long, I almost forgot about the light. I blinked a few times to get use to the brightness.

I felt free, as crazy as that sounded. Dark was still in front of me, he grabbed me closer. He tilted my head up to me.

"I believe you. For now, but if your lying... I'll kill you."

What? Was he serious. Did just threaten to end my life. I couldn't believe it. The worse part was that he said it, like killing me would be a walk in the park.

I knew he was bad, but I didn't know he killed people. I moved away from him. I felt sick, but it was not because he threatened to kill me. I was sickened by myself, because as soon as I moved away, I felt the urge to move back into his arms. What was wrong with me?

I looked beyond Dark, and saw the rest of the gang, just staring. I burst into tears.

I heard Marcela sigh. I looked up just in time to see her roll her eyes. She looked in my direction.

"There's no use crying over spilled milk." She said.

I felt my blood rise, she had a lot of nerve. I wanted to wring her neck and pull her hair out until the strands came out.

My breathing got heavier. She slapped me , I wanted to punch her. She pulled my hair, I wanted to tear her's out.

I wanted to scream, but I didn't. She will get whats coming to her, I know it.

"We have to go." Arlo said, breaking the tension.

What, go where?

"Yes." Dark turned me around, back to him. "Let's go." His voice like icing on a cake.

"Go, where?" I asked, slightly dazed.

"You have to meet someone."

"Who?"

"You"ll see."

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I did not like the sound of it one bit. I didn't need to meet the someone, I needed to go home.

"No!" Marcela suddenly screamed out, "I'm tired of this. Let's just kill her and get this over with."

"Shut up, Marc." Wolf barked.

"No, you guys may believe her 'act' but I don't. I'm done playing twenty questions with this chick."

I stayed quiet, and waited for Marcela to act up, screaming her head off, but she didn't. Instead she went digging in her bag.

What was she doing?

I saw her pull something out, and my heart stopped. Everything stopped. The world seemed to halt, and stop spinning. My body froze, and my eyes turned to saucers.

Marcela had pulled out a gun.

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