Don’t Cry Baby

Chapter 11

"Why are you doing this Tyler? Where are you even taking me?" The ropes cut tightly into my wrist as I ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

struggle to get loose. Tyler had been driving for awhile and then he pulled into this trashy motel and

tied me to this damn chair.

He looks over at me with bloodshot eyes. He puts his head down into his hands and looks to be

thinking for a minute before he hits himself in the head causing me to gasp. He pulls at his hair

seeming to be fighting with himself. He gets up and walks towards me in my chair. His look and eyes

changing as they look at me. Anger contorts his face.

"Stop fucking talking."

His hand whips across my face before I can say anything more causing me to whimper. the tears fall

freely from my eyes. His face changes again as he sees the tears and he rests his head in my lap.

"I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to"

He stands up and walks towards the bed once more , he grabs something I can't see and comes back

with a roll of tape. He rips off a piece and covers my mouth with it , I cry harder as i realize this is my

life from now on.

"Don't cry baby."

He speaks softly as he wipes my tears with calloused fingers. I rock with fear , tears continue to stream

down my face. The tape pulling at the delicate skin off my mouth.

"I know it hurt when I hit you like that, I just can't have anyone hearing you. They'd tale you away. I love

you too much for that. It's you and I baby, forever and always."

He caresses my cheek where he slapped me, smiles faintly before pushing my chair to the side so that

he can shower. Very convenient of him to put me in the bathroom so that he I can't try to escape while

he showers.

I watch him as he undresses, the scars that cover his body have always interested me but, eh never

talked about them or how he gets them. I have found fresh bruises on him too, yet still no explanation.

He pulls the curtain back and climbs into the shower, I almost feel jealous knowing that the warm water

cascading down his body probably feels so good. The thought of Damien's blood swirling around the

drain replaces the feeling of jealousy with nausea. i close my eyes attempting to get rid of this image. I

don't know how long I sat there with my eyes closed but soon I realize Tyler has turned the shower off. I

watch him get out and wrap a towel low on his waist. I look away knowing what his body does to me. I

can almost feel his grin. He walks out of the bathroom and I hear a zipper open a bag.

As he is busy trying to get undressed I shake my chair hoping to knock it over enough that it breaks. I

have formulated a plan that I hope will work. I rock the chair enough that it falls badk. It doesn't even

break, In every movie I have ever watched. The god damn chair breaks, the only thing that probable

broke is me. Myth busters should have covered this in an episode to save me from this embarrassing

moment.

Tyler walks into the bathroom probably after hearing me fall. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest and

he bends over laughing. I roll my eyes, wishing the chair had broken so I could smash this guy over the

head with one of the legs.

"Oh baby, trying to escape are we?" He manages to get out between laughs. He walks over and lifts

the chair and me back up.

"Don't worry, you can come out of the chair to sleep."