Warning: There's some violence in this chapter.....
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        I glance at my phone to see it's getting late. I yawn and head towards the exit. I walk home since it's late. I head outside so I can go to bed, sad that I had to leave; I had a lot of fun.

                  ~Time skip to apartment~

        I climb the stairs and open my door, not realizing in my tired state that it was locked when I left, I was focused on going to bed. I walk in, kicking my shoes off once I'm inside, tripping over myself and falling to the floor with a thud, landing on my elbow. "Ow..." I mutter, pulling up my sleeve to see some blood oozing out of a scrape on my elbow.

          I pull my sleeve back down and put my hands on the floor, pushing myself to my feet. I walk through the apartment to my room, pulling off my hoodie as I walk in. I toss it towards my dresser, taking off my headphones and hat and placing them gently on top. I pull open a drawer and take out a nightshirt and sleep pants, pushing it closed to head to the bathroom to change and put a band aid on my arm.

          I open the cabinet above the sink and take out the box of band aids, taking one out. I carefully position it over the scrape. I run my fingers over it a few times, making sure it would stay in place. Though I couldn't really bend my arm now. I somehow manage to pull off my shirt without loosening my band aid too much. I wiggle my skinny jeans off, tossing them through the open door into my room.

          I grab my nightshirt and start to pull it over my head. But a pair of hands grabbing my arms stop my from finishing. There's only one person it could be. I immediately start to panic. How is he here? He's supposed to be gone for another week. I feel my voice lock up, taking my ability to speak.

          My thoughts start running wild. 'No. Not today. Please. Can't I have just one good day? That's all I want. Just one day without something going wrong. A boring, lazy day. Is that really too much to ask?'

"Where were you?" A voice growls into my ear. I stay silent, too petrified to talk. I feel his breath against the side of my face. I stay silent, still unable to talk. My body is paralyzed, unable to move on its own.

          "I asked you a question. And I'm not hearing an answer." His hands tighten on my arms, making me let out a little whine of pain.

         That little whine released me from my paralyzed state, allowing me to use my vocal cords. "L-Luke?" I stutter out. "How are you.... Here? I thought you were-"

          "You thought I was what? On a business trip? It ended early so I came back. What I'm curious about, though is your whereabouts. You were gone. All. Day. And I got to wondering, 'where could a nobody like you go all day with no money?' Then I realized there's nowhere you could've gone. Meaning, you took my money without my permission and spent it. I checked my bank account. You took a few hundred dollars, so don't lie. What I want to know where you went." He goes on a rant, getting angrier with each syllable that leaves his mouth.

          I look at his reflection in the mirror helplessly. 'Someone, save me from this torture,' I plead in my head, knowing what was going to happen, but wishing it wouldn't.

          His grip on my arms tightens a bit, drawing my attention back to him. He seems... Different, but I can't put my finger on it. "Tell me where you were, Cecelia," he says smoothly.

          Something about his tone made me shudder, it was different from his usual angry tone. Usually he seemed crazy, and frantic, but now he sounded in control. Calm. Cool. Collected. And something about that scared me more then the usual blind rage.

          I silently shake my head, if he knows I spent his money to go to VidCon..... A shudder passes through me at the thought.

          "Wrong answer." He loosens his grip on my arms slightly, pulling away from me. Before I know what's going on he pushes me away forcefully.

          My body slams into the counter, a shot of pain coming from my side which took the brunt of the hit. I quickly scan myself for anything major. A couple bruises, a cut on my knee. Nothing serous. 'This isn't that bad, I mean, it could be worse,' I reason with myself before I heard a faint click behind me.

          I turn towards the sound to see the glint of his pocketknife, the hint of a smirk on his face. 'Never mind.' I thought. 'This is bad. This is very, very, very bad.'

I try to crawl away but realize that he has me trapped, he's in the doorway, the only way out.

        He starts to saunter towards me confidently as he holds up the knife. He bends down so he's at my height. I cower into the wall, raising my arms to cover my face.

        He pulls down my arms, holding my wrists in one hand. He puts the knife down and pulls up my chin with a bent finger, exposing my tear-filled eyes. He brings his face closer to mine. "It's simple, Cecelia. All you have to do is tell me where you were. It's not that hard." He says in a soft, quiet tone, but I know what's behind that calm facade. Anger, pure and simple. Although it was calmer then usual -more controlled - it was still anger. I shake my head silently, trying to hold back the tears, to hide my fear.

          His eyes darken, the smirk vanishing from his face. "This is your last chance, Cecelia. Tell me. Where. You. Went." His tone is cold, calculated, with the hint of a threat under it. The scariest tone of voice I've ever heard from anyone. It was calm enough to be in control; wild enough to be unpredictable.

I cower into the fetal position, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, burying my head in my knees.

"Worthless trash," he mutters under his breath. "Think you can stay in my apartment, eat my food, even steal my money that I worked hard to make unlike you; you've never worked a day in your life, no one wants you around! Who picked you up from the streets after you got kicked out? Me. Who gave you a place to stay? Me. Who looks out for you?! Me! I'm nice enough to take someone useless like you and this is how you repay me? By stealing my money?" He starts off quietly but ends up screaming at me. He takes a couple steps back, places his hand on the bridge of his nose and pinches it, calming down, his smirk disappearing, replaced with a blank expression; one with no emotion.

He turns back to me. "Well if that's your way of saying thanks, I guess it's time for me to say 'you're welcome'." His tone of voice is.... Empty. Void of all emotion. He strides toward me holding up the knife, showing me his sick, twisted way of saying 'you're welcome'.

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I'm too exhausted to move, laying limp on the floor. He's been dragging the knife across my skin, hard enough to leave a mark, but lightly enough to not draw blood. Either way it hurts, like he's carving off layers of skin.

He keeps on going, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Insults flow from his lips as he does. Like water flowing from a faucet, filling up the the tub. But it feels like I'm about to overflow, to break. But I'm too exhausted to move. The only thing I hear is his voice, deep and raspy from lack of sleep. I listen to the things he's saying. Things like I'm useless, unwanted, worthless, a waste of space. And I'm starting to believe him. Every time an insult leaves his lips, I believe it a bit more. He puts some pressure on the knife, drawing some blood.

I feel fragile, like I could break at any moment.

"You never should've been born," he spits out, disgust dripping from his voice.

And suddenly I do. The insult piles up with all the rest as it becomes too much for me to handle. I'm distracted by the feelings swirling around inside. I don't feel fragile anymore, I feel used, unwanted, worthless, disgusting.

But most of all I feel broken.
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Hey guys! Sorry about the late update and cliffhanger. I would appreciate it if you would leave feedback on how this chapter is, I'm not that confident in it.

          So the reason this update is late is because I'm going on vacation tomorrow, and have been busy with packing and stuff. This is a two week vacation so I might not be able to update. Just letting you guys know. (I feel really bad that I'm gonna abandon you guys for two weeks, btw so let me know if there's something I can do to make it up)

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