Wicked Rose

I caught my breath an dropped the hammer and held my broke wrist. Ville's blood would heal it in no time, but meanwhile the throbbing pain was nearly making me faint. Sami kicked over the fake cop I just knocked out and searched for his wallet he had no idea, only a business card that said, "SunLight Enterprises" . He looked up at me and opened his mouth to say something, but my ankle was grabbed and I was pulled to the floor.

The other fake cop I had broken his leg, yanked me under his arm and shoved a gun in my face. Sami froze and he pulled us back up, he stood behind me, his arm around my neck, the gun at my head. I was wondering where the hell Ville was. I prayed that Bam hadn’t talked him into leaving or anything. I tried to sent him a mental message that I was in danger.

"Just take it easy, I had my chief call the cops…they'll be here any minute." Sami threatened, smart guy. The fake cop just tightened his choke hold,

"Get out of the way or I blow her brains out." Sami stared at me with fear in his eyes.

"Sami, go find Ville, don't worry about me…" I managed to muster out, he choked me again. Sami shook his head, but after a moment he finally moved out of the way and let us go by. We went out the back door into the alley way, he dragged me to the street limping, I noticed a big white van still running parked on the side street. I realized that was where he was taking me. I thought about fighting, I knew that if I got in the van that the chances of Ville finding me grew slimmer but if I didn't, I really wasn't sure if he would shoot me or not.

Luckily I didn't need to do anything. In the blink of an eye, he was gone and I could breath again. I turned around and saw instead of Ville, a huge ass brown wolf dragging him by his already broken leg back into the alley as he screamed. I frowned, but bent down to pick up the gun. The van started to drive away, Ville jumped from the top of the building onto the roof of the van. I felt a wave of relief seeing him. The van stopped and out came two more men dressed in white uniforms. They had stakes, and long knifes strapped to their belts.

I watched as Ville picked them both up, one hand on each and he flew up into the air. I jumped when someone touched my back. It Bam, I was taken back when seeing he had blood all over his mouth. He laughed at the look on my face.

"Don't worry, he's not dead, he just wishes he was, come on, Ville told me to get you home as soon as possible." He put his arm over me and I looked up into the black sky, where Ville had taken those men.

My wrist was swollen when we got back to my apartment. Bam wrapped it for me and got me an ice bag. I laid down on the couch and hoped that Ville showed up soon. I had to ask him about what happened even though I figured that it was the vampire hunters. I was really curious as it why they wanted me. Was I bait for Alexi?

I fell asleep quickly despite the pain in my wrist. I dreamed of a time when the pain in my wrists was caused by myself.

The beer slipped from my hand and onto the tiled floor. My young heart beat stopped as I heard it break. I knew that Dad was going to be furious. He must have heard the crash, because he came into the room, fuming already as he glared down at me on the floor. I cut my fingers as I tried to pick up the glass.

"What the fuck! I knew you were a clumsy cunt but this…you’re a real fuck up, you little bitch." I tried not to cry as I finished picking up the pieces. He never really beat me, I was always too fast for that and I'd fight back, but he found the best way to hurt me was to just tell me I was worthless and pretend I didn't exist the rest of the time. He went on to call me every bad name he knew, which considering his small vocabulary, was quite a few. He left once I was done cleaning the floor, but not before telling me that he only reason he put up with me was because my mom wouldn't fuck him if he threw me out. Than of course, he had to make a disgusting comment on how I was growing up and soon I might actually have a use.

I washed my bloody, sore fingers in the sink, I watched the pink tinted water disappear and I began to cry a little. It was never much because if I didn't stop right away, I would cry forever. A deep, awful crushing pain started in my chest and I felt like I was nothing but pain. I would never be happy and I would never make someone else happy. I was alone and worthless. I ran back to my room and crawled into bed. I rolled up in a ball, reaching under my pillow I grabbed the letter opener that I kept there. Believing that pain was all I had, I thought I was toughening myself up as I sliced through the flesh of my forearms and thighs. I wasn't careful not to go too deep because even though I didn't really want to die, I tricked myself into thinking I did. Sometimes I'd pass out from blood loss, or sometimes I'd just lay awake in bed all night. Feeling the pain drive me deeper into a dark place where it was hard to crawl back out of.

I fell asleep and didn't remember my dream when I awoke. I thought that a lingering picture of Ville was in my mind's eye but it faded quickly. I sat up off the sofa, my hand was still throbbing but the ice made the swelling go down. Bam was asleep curled up in a ball on my bed, I shook my head and headed for the shower. I was careful with my hand, not to get the bandages wet. I leaned my head back and felt the hot water pouring over me. Than I heard the door open and without even looking I knew it was Ville. There was a few things I wanted to ask him about but as I pulled the curtain back, he just stuck his head in and kissed me.

"Did you miss me?"