The Price To Pay
Demi's POV
My eyelids fluttered open, my pupils struggling to adjust to the bright light. I raised both hands and rubbed my brown eyes. I just experienced the absolute worst nightmare I've ever had in my entire life. The strange thing though? It was extremely vivid. The colors, the sounds, the people- everything. I sat up on the bed and leaned against the headboard. My head started throbbing as I looked around. Where in the world am I? This isn't my room. My hand traveled from my eyes to my throbbing skull.
"You're awake."
The man's voice startled me almost half to death. My right hand now clutching my chest, I look up to see a familiar face.
"Didn't mean to scare you. Sorry." He quickly apologizes. The expression was drained from this man's face, but his deep brown eyes looked sad. I knew exactly why.
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. My throat ran dry and my body tensed up. Last night was not a dream. The extremely vivid nightmare turned into a horrific memory. The images of the night flashed before my eyes. I looked around the room then back up at the man. Am I hallucinating? Is this actually happening? I stared at him, choked up.
One of his thick eyebrows raised. My eyes stayed locked on him. He had the same short brunette hair as the man last night, the same Brooklyn Nets jersey, the same distressed jeans, shoes, everything. It was undeniably him. "Are you okay?" He cooed, wetting his lips and taking a step towards me. I felt his hand gently grasp my shoulder.
I jerked his hand away. I was almost unable to speak. "You killed him." I managed to choke out as I shot him a look of pure bitterness.
The man returned the look and groaned. "It was an accident." He hissed at me, clenching his jaw.
"Are you fucking insane?!" I hollered at him. How was I supposed to suppress my anger? "You shot him point blank!" I scurried up off the bed as fast as I could. I can't be in the same room as a freaking murderer. Who knows what my fate would be?
He roughly grabbed my arm and gripped it tightly. "That wasn't supposed to happen." He said through his teeth. I got a closer look at him. His eyes were bloodshot. Was he high or something? I tried to jerk away, but my efforts failed. I felt my throat dry up again. "Get off of me." I choked out. His grip became much tighter. Looks like I'm his next victim. I thought as tears began to well up in my eyes.
Joe's POV
I felt myself soften the second I saw tears stream down her cheek. I scared this girl. She's terrified for her life because of ME. What did I just do? I let go of her arm as gently as I could and sank down onto the floor. Who am I? I stared down at my hands and glanced over at the girl. "I'm sorry." My voice whispered to her.
She sat down next to me rubbing her left arm a little. I looked over at her through the corner of my eye. Why didn't she run? I could have beaten her to death right there! For a second, I swore I felt her eyes on me. What was she looking at? I rubbed my face and sighed, my stubble lightly pricking my sweaty palms. That reminds me, I need to buy a razor next chance I get.
I looked over at her. "Go." I pointed towards the wooden door in front of us. "You don't deserve this."
She shook her head and kept on looking at me. Do I have something on my face? I quickly wiped the sides of my mouth with my hand.
"I'm not going anywhere." Her voice broke the silence.
Was this girl out of her damn mind?