chapter 4

When Ian woke up again his upper body ached all over. Everything stung and burned. He looked around to find himself in.... h-his own bed? Was it a dream? Did he imagine it?

He jolted up from the bed a strong pain bit at his torso dear near knocking the breath out of him. He touched his chest gliding his fingers down to his stomach. He stopped, feeling not just bare skin instead of clothing but sticky liquid leaving his body. 'Huh?'

He pulled his hands away from his body and slowly looked down. 'No fucking way!'

"Aaaahhh!!!!" His eyes shook with horror. "T-this c..can't be happening to me! Why, w-hy...me?!" Tears rolled down his cheeks like a rain storm. It hurt, it hurt like hell. He wouldn't stop bleeding. Blood continued to gush out of him like a leaky faucet.

He jerked his head forward towards his closet mirror his reflection staring back at him. He hiccuped a pained sob his skin was destroyed. He was imprinted with a lifetime scar on his skin.

His body shivered uncontrollably as he read the words cut deep within his flesh. 'Z. W's Property.'

This wasn't a dream. It was all real. This was freaking real!

His phone had suddenly rang pulling him out of thoughts. He carefully got up gritting his teeth as hard as possible as he held his stomach trying to stop the bleeding. He approaches his dresser and looked at the caller to find the number unknown.

He didn't know who it was and at this point he didn't care. Who ever they were they could probably save him from this hell.

Quickly he picked up the phone and answered.

"Can someone please.... please help m-"

"So how'd you like my present snowball? Hmm?.... pretty right?"

Ian froze knowing exactly who that voice belonged to. It was the same person who did this to him. The same person who was putting him through hell.

"I can hear you breathing on the other side of the phone, I know your still there doll. I can see you."

Ian quickly looked around his room and saw no one. He glanced out the window but still there was no one. He hung up the phone and quickly dialled 911. But before he got the chance to call he was strongly tossed up against his closet mirror. The impact breaking the glass into sharp pieces.

Ian fell down feeling some of the small pieces of glass impale him. But that was nothing and nowhere close to the agony he felt from his gut being brutally hit. He felt his cut wounds rip open wider blood now staining the floor. He pulled himself into a protective ball defending himself from Zvei's gruesome kicks to the stomach.

"I can't believe you right now doll!" He shouts angrily. "I was being nice to you by giving you a nice present... I asked if you liked it or not. Then you had the audacity to hang up on me just to betray me and call the police." His eyes looked hurt close to crying but it was all an act his expression changing instantly into a blank stare. "Why would you go and do something stupid like that. I thought you were smarter than this."

Ian laid still as a statue looking up at Zvei with nothing but fear engraved in his brown orbs. Zvei rolled his eyes in annoyance as he snickered, reaching his hand out toward the younger. "Give it to me." He orders his voice dark and cold.

Ian stayed quiet bringing his phone close to his chest. It was the only ticket to freedom he wasn't going to give that up. "Give. It. To. Me." Zvei seethed his patients thinning out by the second. He was very close to exploding.

Ian shook his head. "Leave me alone!" He tried to get up but it was no use. Zvei had strode over to him. And within two steps he stood hovering over the boy's body, roughly snatching the phone away, walking back over to the dresser and slamming it down with great force. He took the small room lamp on a near by table and began using it to destroy the phone, smashing it repeatedly over and over again.

Meanwhile on the other hand Isn had other plans he took this chance while the older wasn't looking and glanced at a long sharp piece of glass laying on the floor not so far from him. He jumped into action scurrying over to the new profound weapon that could end him, that could put him out of his misery. That could just end everything.

This was it he closed his eyes putting the sharp glass piece to his neck and began to cut himself.

But his actions didn't last long the weapon being kicked out of his grasp his head being slammed into the floor as his body gets pinned down. A heavy weight now leaning over him. "If it ain't me having to worry about the damn cops. It's me having to worry about your ass committing suicidal attempts. Seems like I'll have to keep a tighter eye on you in the near by future." He grabbed the glass piece that the younger once held and smirked creepily.

An horrifying yell blurted out of Ian's mouth as he felt his back being sliced deeply across his spine. He had about had it with everything he didn't need this, he didn't need life to torture him more than it already does. He felt himself growing crazy and falling into a dark bottomless pit of hell. "Dammit, just fucking kill me already!!! KILL ME!... JUST KILL ME!"

"Why would I want to do that?" Zvei questioned. "I mean, I will kill you eventually. But you are my toy and so I'll play with you first. Because in the end I am a human and what do humans do to their toys?.... They play with them of course."

Zvei was the very embodiment of the devil. He was filled with nothing but evil. He was the worst of them all, a fucking psychopath.

He became lost in his mind that the senior that everyone grew to love and cherish as a friend, a wise person, or even seen as a lover was actually a flipping maniac. Whose head wasn't screwed on right. Ian had thought of himself being crazy. But boy was he wrong.

Compared to Zvei he was perfectly normal, totally sane, very sane.

Ian whimpered pitifully feeling a large amount of blood drip down not just his back but also his stomach. At this rate he would bleed to death. A small light of hope flickered through his head. He would be able to die. Not a way he would like to but he would still die.

In all honesty Ian could care less if he lived or died. He wasn't that suicidal, but now. Now he was feeling unimaginable pain for no reason. And he was tired of always hurting and he'd be damned if his life was held yet again in someone else's hand.

It happened before and he vowed to never let it happen again. But .... it did. He was living through it. First his god forsaken dead beat dad and now Zvei.

So yeah he was feeling a bit suicidal and he wanted to die. Could you blame him?

Death is the only way to end it all. He obviously didn't deserve to live. And it's sad that everything had to turn out this way? It's sad that luck was never on his side.

Zvei had bent his head down toward Ian's face and stuck out his tongue slowly licking the younger's gash wound from earlier. "You taste sweet doll." He purrs running his hands down the freshly made cut on Ian's back. "It sucks I can't do anything more to you today. After all we do have class tomorrow." He moves from on top of the smaller finally standing up. "You should fix yourself up." He ordered staring down at the boy with an hooded gaze. "Don't try anything stupid my. Keep in mind I'm always watching you." His voice was dangerously deep sending frightful shivers all throughout Ian's cells.

He took one last glance at the younger's bloody body before turning to leave. "Goodbye for now snowball."

He left the room, the door slamming shut. Not long after Ian could here the front door of his apartment open and close.

Zvei had left leaving a permanent scar on Isn, not just on the outside of his body but also on the inside.

His life was ruined.

And so it began, the beginning of him becoming broken.

To Be Continued....