Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Hold on. Let me look at your hand first," Eli muttered while wiping the blood from his nose.

"If you come near me again, I'll hit you and scream until someone comes!"

"Just chill. I won't get touchy feely. I've lost the mood. Let me just check on your hand."

"No!" Peyton snapped.

"Come on. Look, your hand is bleeding. If we get it fixed up, maybe the docs won't think you're so psycho about pain." She opened her mouth to say no, but then...decided he was right. Slowly she extended her hand to him. : He took her hand and ran his shirt over it, wiping the blood off. "Looks like you cracked a knuckle and bone punctured the skin. You're going to have to let one of the nurses look at it, or I can pop it back in place and tie it up for you."

"Just do that."

"Okay. You might want to bite down on something. It's going to hurt."

She gripped the bed with her other hand. "Do it."

He nodded and applied pressure to her finger, popping it into place with a loud crack. Her hand snapped over her mouth as she screamed into it. No. She definitely wasn't a pain addict. Once her finger was in place, he took a strip of cloth and wrapped it tightly around her finger. "How does it feel?"

"Like hell..." she said softly.

"I know you're not a fan of it, but that blunt helps you to forget the pain."

"You just don't take no for an answer."

"It's served me well so far. Unless you want to ask the nurses for some pain medication."

"No. I'll deal."

"Alright." He leaned down and kissed her hand. "To help it get better."

"Get out, pervert."

"Nope. I think I'm going to stay here for a little while."

God, she hated him more than the pain. Reaching down, she undid the restrains on her ankles then curled up on her bed, cradling her hand. Soon his body was pressed against hers, an arm draped over her as he nuzzled the back of her neck.

"What the hell are you doing!??"

"Getting comfortable. I believe this is called...cuddling."

"Get away from me, pervert!"

"Please. I'm not even getting touchy feely. I'm just hugging up to you. You owe me after breaking my nose!"

She sat up. "What do you want from me? Just tell me. Just tell me so I can give it to you and you can leave me alone. What do you want? Name it."

He sat up and stretched, yawning softly. "You really hate me don't you? Can't I just chill, occasionally finger you, and enjoy staring at your flesh? I mean, face it, I'm the closest thing you have to a friend in here."

"Why do you want to be around me so badly? Can't you find some other crazy girl more willing to do all those things with?"

"Yeah, I could, and I don't want to give you any illusions that I'll be saving myself while I'm hanging out with you. It's just that you're pretty interesting in a weird sort of way."

"Saving yourself? Like I want what you have to offer."

"You would be surprised. Very few guys have as much experience as I do pleasuring females. That comes in handy, especially in ensuring that your first time isn't horrifying and awkward."

"I don't care. You don't have anything I want. That's not going to change."

"That's a shame. With some practice, you could have quite some things that I want."

"Good for you. Now go fish that line to someone else."

"Fish that line? Really. You haven't had much luck with guys have you?"

"I don't care about guys right now. Obviously I just want out of this place."

"Then why not tell your dad to get you out?"

"Because he wants me here. And I want him happy." She took a deep breath. "It's not really bothering anyone that I'm here...it's more annoying to me than anything really..."

"You really didn't have much of a life before here, did you? No boyfriends, cheerleading squads, or friends?"

"Not really. Like I said, we moved a lot."

"Okay. Well explain to me why you challenge everyone. I mean, what is there to prove? Just because I say you aren't good enough to give me a blowjob, doesn't mean that you should give me one."

"I don't have to answer to you," she said coldly.

"Whoa, I would tell you to relax, but that glare is enough to actually hurt," he smirked. "I was just asking. You know, if you want to get out you actually have to try to get better."

"Stay out of my life, pervert."

"Fine. I was trying to help, but if you don't want me to be nice I can be mean."

"Whatever."

"I challenge you to prove to me that you can get naked without being embarrassed," he said slowly with narrowed eyes.

"Get out of my room."

"See, right there you ignored a challenge. Let's see if we can do another. I challenge you to tell me why you are so intent on accepting challenges."

"I challenge you to get the hell out of my room!"

He smirked and leaned in close. "I'm not the one with a challenge problem. That's two. Can we go for three? Oh, I know! I challenge you to have sex with me, because I think you're afraid to have sex!"

Her hands shook. "I already asked you to have sex with me and took my clothes off without being embarrassed! If you don't leave now, I'll start screaming!"

"Yes, but you did all of those out of anger. Do you think you could do it in front of someone when you wanted to. Someone that you felt for?"

"I don't feel anything for you. It wouldn't be a problem."

"If it wouldn't be any problem, then do it." She took her gown off and then her panties and threw them at him with a groan. He smirked and took her clothes, bundling them up as he stared at her naked form. "Not bad," he whispered. "You're actually pretty beautiful."

"Whatever. Will you leave now?"

"Yeah, I'll leave you alone," he said. He was hard now and in need of someone to screw. Giving her a small wave, he left with her clothes.

Waving him off, she went to her dresser and pulled out some clean clothes then put them on. Crawling in bed she closed her eyes to get really for a nap. Dr. Green came by her room later that night and gently nudged her awake. "How did you get free and what happened to your hand?"

"Magic and the monkey in my closet did it."

She groaned and took her hand to examine it. "You know, if you actually tried I might could help you."

"Sure you could," she rolled her eyes.

"In the past few years that you've been here all of your progress reports say the same thing. No marked improvement. You're going to be here for the rest of your life all because you don't care enough to get better."

"Eventually I will leave. Dad won't keep me here."

"No. He has given your rights to us. Until we see you're fit to go back into the world you will remain here."

"You can't lock me up here," she said and snatched her hand from the doctor.

"I'm not locking you up. I'm concernedabout you and your well being, so until I am satisfied with your condition you will remain here."

"Fuck you," she said and curled up on the bed then stared at the wall.

"Don't be like that. I can help you if you'll let me. We can work together and you can go home."

"Get out."

"You're making a mistake...."

"I'm sure."

Dr. Green sighed and stood. "I guess you should try to make yourself comfortable then."

Peyton said nothing even though she was screaming on the inside. The next morning, she slept in again. When she got up, she found the halls dead. She went to the community room, but no one was in it. She walked around calling out, but no one answered. Her eyes went up to the red light on one of the exits and her eyes narrowed. There were green lights, yellow, lights, and red lights on the exits. Green meant all was go, everything was fine. Yellow meant a patient was going nuts and the doors were locked. Red meant something horrible went wrong and people were being evacuated.

Before Peyton had a chance to really think it over, her head snapped to the end of the hall. There stood one of the patients, his number on his gown meant he was a drug addicted. She stared at him for a moment then her eyes went wide as he pulled up a gun and pulled the trigger.

Peyton screamed as the bullet hit her shoulder. She ran down another hall as he laughed wildly. Fear swam over her while she held her shoulder tightly. Running into the library, she ducked under one of the tables and covered her mouth so she wouldn't make a sound. She jumped when she heard the gun fire again then again. How many people were dead? Or wounded? Would anyone come for them? Was...was she going to die?

She looked at her arm. The bullet was still in her shoulder and she was shaking hard with fear. The blood was thick and running out like a fountain.

"Shit, that looks bad," Eli whispered. He'd been hiding out in the library for other purposes. He was completely lost in his own little world until he heard the gun shot. Looking at her wound, he reached down to his gown and ripped some of it off, enough to tie it around her shoulder to keep the bleeding back. "You're not going to pass out on me are you?"

She shook her head, afraid to pull her hand from her mouth, scared she would scream. He nodded and moved to look out the library window. He couldn't see anyone. Reaching down, he scooped her up without waiting for her consent. "Hold on. We're making a break for it."

She gripped his gown and shook her head. What if the shooter found them? What if he killed them!?

"Either we leave now and try to run for it or we stay here and become sitting ducks," he whispered, moving to the door to double check to see if he could see him. Taking a deep breath, he opened up the door and slipped past it to go out into the hallway.

Peyton hung onto him. Slowly her good arm wrapped around his neck and she buried her face into his neck. She shook in his arms. It hurt so much. She was sure that breaking her leg didn't hurt as bad as this. Her breath tickled his neck as he tried to move as silently as possible through the hallway. He heard more gunfire coming from down the hall, the shooter was coming closer tonot away!

Peyton's eyes widened. She clung to his gown. "I'm scared... Am I going to die?"

"No... well, probably not," he whispered. "I have no intention of dying, so you're in good hands."

She looked up at him. "Promise me..."

When did he become her freaking nanny? "Alright, I promise. Now keep quiet or he'll hear you."

She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. He didn't sign up for this. He really didn't. HIs bosses were so going to pay for this. He didn't even get shot at in the big city! But this guy was nuts and he would shoot anyone.... He took a breath, and moved them out into the hallway, hoping against hope that they could get through to the other side without being seen or shot at.

Peyton breathing slowed. Things were going fuzzy. "I feel...heavy..." she whispered. Slowly her eyes rolled back and she went limp in his arms.

He stared down at her and of course the first thought in his mind was to take her unconscious body and push her into a closet so he could do things to her. No! This wasn't the time. "Fuck!' he hissed. She was losing too much blood. He had to find a doctor or nurse or something. Hurrying down the hallway, he froze when he found someone. The shooter. The shooter stared at him then looked at Peyton. The hallway echoed with the sounds of Peyton's blood dripping to the floor. "Hey buddy. I know where some really good crack is. You're addicted to crack right? Meth? No. Cocaine? Come on, help me out here and I can find you some," Eli said as he started to walk backwards.

The shooter only smiled widely. He held up the gun and laughed. Before he could pull the trigger, however, his eyes widened as a loud bang went off. Blood splashed against the wall and he hit the floor. The window next to him had been shattered by a sniper on the opposite roof.

"Holy shit!" Eli fell back, still cradling her bleeding form as he stared wide eyed at what was left of the man's body.

A swat team rushed in from some of the rooms, having been hiding out, waiting for the right moment. They inspected the man's body and confirmed his death then moved to Eli. "Is she dead?"

"No, just badly wounded," he said, handing her body to them.

"We have a young female. Gunshot wound to the shoulder and is bleeding out," one of them said into their coms. They laid Peyton on the ground and ripped her gown to expose her wound. "There is no through and through. Bullet is still in shoulder. She's slowly fading. Need an ambulance now."

It wasn't long before the doors broke open and Peyton's limp body was lifted on a gurney. Even while they ushered her out and to the ambulance, someone was working to keep her alive and keep her blood from making matters worse.

Eli was still shaking as he watched them take her away. His gown was covered in blood. Her blood.... Shaking his hand, he quietly went into his room to grab a blunt. He needed it to get over his nerves.

Peyton woke after her surgery only to be told she was fine and needed sleep. Her father was there too but all she really remembered were the doctors talking about some man that had bind her shoulder too keep the blood in. If it wasn't for that small gesture...she would have died from too much blood lose. She knew who it was...but of course...she didn't know his name. She remembered being told his name before but she just couldn't remember what it was. That annoying pervert saved her life. She wasn't sure what to feel.

Three days later, she woke again after they took her off the drugs. She was sent back to her room, the same place she was shot.

She had barely been there an hour before there came a knock at her door and Eli looked in on her. "You're back. All limbs and body parts accounted for I hope."

She looked up at him as she was messing with the sling on her arm. "Make yourself useful and fix this for me. It's too long."

"Yeah yeah yeah," he muttered. Walking behind her, he ran his fingers over it to tighten it. "How's that?"

"Good."

"How's the shoulder feel?"

"Numb right now. The drugs are great for that."

He smirked and nodded. "See. Not all drugs are bad."

She pushed her hair from her face. Looking over at him she met his eyes. "They said you saved my life."

He shrugged slowly. "Did I? I wasn't aware. I figured you would have the docs to thank for that. I was just kind of reacting without thinking."

"Hmmm." Figures. "I found out my dad signed over my rights to this place."

"He what? Why would he do that?" he asked before plopping down on her bed.

"I don't know. But...he practically gave me away. I thought I was here to make my dad happy...you know, to keep him off my back. But it doesn't really matter now. He just gave me up," she said. "So I'm pretty pissed."

"Told ya. Anyone who pushes their kid in this place for being a little weird is up to something."

"I wonder if this was his plan all along..." She sighed. "There is this woman now. Some chick that just showed up in my hospital room with this huge ass ring. She was hugging all over him."

"New wife? That sucks."

"She had a British accent. I swear if he moves to England and leaves me here I am going to be the one with the gun next."

He laughedlooking up at her. "I'll be damned. You do have a sense of humor."

She turned to him with a smile. "Some what."

He patted the spot beside him for her to sit. Slowly she moved next to him and sat. "So how was it like being on the outside? Get to watch any television while you were out there?"

"Strange really. I forgot what it was like to see different faces. I miss T.V...."

He chuckled and laid back on her bed. "Tell me, what all did you get to watch. I want every detail!" She laid back next to him and went on and on about the weird shows she saw with their drama. "Hey! I like that show," he pouted moving over to his side so he could look at her. "It might be a little on the girlish side, but it is still awesome. Whatever happened to Danny? Did she sleep with Brad or what?"

"Not that I know of. He slept with that Brandon guy...or was it Heath? I can't remember."

"You're useless!" he moaned. "I've missed so many episodes. I'm going to be lost when I finally do get to see it."

She watched him with a curious look. "You're addicted to drama too aren't you?"

"No! I...don't...think so...." She smirked and looked at the ceiling again. "So, what are your plans for getting out of here if your dad is being a douche?"

"I have no idea. Eloping sounds promising. I mean, if I elope then my rights are mine again," she joked.

He grinned and leaned in close. "Well, I'm always available."

"Right. I don't think you will ever marry," she said and pushed his face away.

He groaned and laid back. "You wound me!" he said dramatically as he held his chest.

"Oh please! You know it's true. You could never marry. The girl would divorce you and take half of everything you own because you would cheat." She thought a moment then smiled. "On second thought. Sure I'll marry you. I'd love to have half of everything of yours."

"Then it's a deal!"

"Wait what?!? It was a joke! Wait...how much do you own?"

"I have about half a million in my savings account," he shrugged.

"Wow...and I'm not signing a prenup!"

He laughed at the expression on her face. "You would really marry me just for my money? Knowing that your body would be mine."

"Oh, I don't have to do anything with you. Being married doesn't mean you get freebies."

"Actually, that's exactly what it means."

"No it doesn't. A marriage is an agreement between two people. Not a commitment to sex. Besides, you'll be able to have sex with anyone you want while we are married. I just have to wait a year until I'm able to divorce you."

"Nope. If you want my money so badly, then I want your body."

"Ok. Fine. I can deal with that for a year."

"Really? You do realize I am going to violate every hole and do all kinds of kinky things right?"

"Yeah, but I'm getting two hundred and fifty grand in a year. So that's cool," she shrugged.