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A tall figure stood against the railing beside a lit torch. The fact he worked out was evident by the muscles bulging at his shoulders and arms that stretched the material on his t-shirt. He had light brown hair and matching eyes. His arms were crossed over his broad chest and there was a patient look settled on his face.
Goddamn Chucky.
And he looked like he'd been there for a while.
With all the crap with Annabell I had forgotten about Chucky being here with the Council entirely. He was living here with them at the moment and hadn't been given a choice in the matter.
I couldn't believe I had forgotten about him being here. I didn't want to see him or be anywhere near him.
"Tyson," he grumbled, and I jerked at the sound of his voice.
Tyson moved away from the door and I was forced to move with him or it would have looked weird when the door hit me and there was nothing standing there for it to hit. I moved out onto the porch and cleared the door. The door closed behind me and I crossed my arms over my stomach, holding myself together. I really wanted to reach out and take Ty's hand but couldn't because it would look weird because I was, thankfully, still invisible. Or, so I hoped, and guess I was right when Chucky didn't immediately lock on me and do what ever messed up thing he was going to do next.
"What do you want?" Tyson growled, and I watched in fascination as his fists clenched and he pressed them into the sides of his thighs.
"I want to know how Ariel is," Chucky said sincerely. "No one here will tell me anything about her and the more I ask the more they tell me to shut up about it. I feel really bad and I want to know how she's doing. I want to see her, and I want to tell her how sorry I am."
My stomach clenched as I took another step back, closer towards the stairs and further away from him. In my mind I kept seeing him plunge that knife in Dash's middle over and over again as I stood there and watched the violence happen, watched the blood leak out of him. I felt the sting of the knife as it sliced into me, carving my cheek open wide.
I stumbled back another step and stuck my arm out to catch my fall. I clung to the side of the building and silently cried. I didn't think seeing him again would hit me so hard.
Tyson glanced over his shoulder at me and his face pinched angrily.
He turned back to Chuck, and said, "That's because they know how fucked up it is that you even want to talk to her or see her at all. What you need to do is stay the fuck away from her. You scarred her for life, asshole. For fucking life, and you put both of our people in the hospital. You'll never see her again, not fucking ever."
Chucky took a step towards Tyson and hissed, "That's not what these old dudes say. If I answer their questions and keep doing what they tell me to then they said I'm going to get to see her again. I need to see her, man, Ineedit. You don't even understand this need I have or how bad it gets just not being around her. It's gotten a little better being able to sit outside your house while she's in there with Adrian, and I think it's just knowing she's that close to me that makes it easy, knowing that all I will have to do is get out of the car and walk inside and it will bring me straight to her. She's like a drug to me and it feels like I'm slowly dying without having her near me."
I took another step back and further away from him, scared out of my brain by his words. He wasn't just a crazy person, he was obsessed and a total freaking psycho.
Just being this close to him was making it hard for me to breathe and my body was starting to lock up in fear. If I was forced to be around him for much longer there was a good chance my legs wouldn't properly work for my any more.
I hadn't realized until that moment that I was completely and utterly terrified of him. Before, I had thought I was upset and wouldn't have wanted to see him because of what it would do for the guys to see him. I hadn't really thought about what it would do to me or how it would make me feel. I guess I should have. That was one of the problems I had that I needed to work on, taking other people’s feelings into consideration and completely disregarding my own.
When we got out of this place I was seriously going to take my own feelings into consideration when it came to a lot of things.
"I don't give a shit what she is to you," Tyson snarled. "You need to get over it because she's not going to be anything to you anymore and you aren't going to see her any more. I don't give a shit what the Council says, she's dead to you and you won't be able to touch her ever again."
Chucky shook his head and started to laugh.
"What's so fucking funny, asshole?" Tyson snarled at him.
"You are," Chucky said as he continued to laugh.
He was clearly not right in the head and I immediately distrusted his crazy laughter.
"That chick you were in there with?" Chucky asked as he waved towards the closed door at our backs. "Is that your girlfriend? Because if it is you might want to be interested in the fact that she's a slut. She's sleeping with those old dudesandshe's been going down on me. What, did you come here and she gave you the business, too? She's good with her mouth, right?"
I gritted my teeth. I did not like Annabell and likely never would, but that didn't mean it was right to talk about her like that. It was gross and so was Chucky.
Tyson thought so too because he muttered, "You're a disgusting excuse for a human being."
He was not wrong, and I felt a whole lot better knowing that Tyson felt the same way that I did, even when he didn't like Annabell at all.
"I bet Ariel won't think so when I see her again." Chucky crowed.
I gagged, I couldn't help myself.
Chucky's head snapped in my direction and he barked, "What the hell was that? Who is here with you? Is there someone else in Annabell's rooms with her?"
