I crack my eyes open, my vision is blurry. I notice I'm laying on my stomach on a ugly, uncomfortable bed.

As my vision becomes clearer I realise I'm still in this cell.

Trying to get up I wince in pain "stay still" Caleb say's focused from behind me.

"Don't worry sweetheart you weren't out for long, I'm just stitching up your cut now," he say's.

I gasp as I feel the sharp needle touch my skin, I shift in my position.

"Stop moving," he say's getting annoyed.

Lying down bored, all of a sudden unanswered questions pop up in my head "um Caleb, who even are you to Damon, Derek and Devon?" I ask leaning on the palm of my hand.

"I'm they're brother, well stepbrother. We have the same father and obviously different mothers," he say's blankly.

Interesting.

"So why are you fighting against them?" I ask more curious.

"There was a time where we all did get along but that was when our father was alive. When he died someone had to step in his place as leader of our gang. I being the oldest thought that I would be given that role, however Damon was given the role to be leader even though he is younger than me...by a month. Our father wrote us a letter insisting that Damon should be leader and that pissed me off, I thought I was part of their family that I was included but obviously not! And so here I am building my own gang to take down every gang in this city," he say's getting slightly angry.

"But-," I say slightly turning to face him but get cut off by a...

*Slap*

Did he just slap my ass?

My ass stings "did you just spank me?" I question in disbelief.

"Yes! And I'll do it again if you don't stop moving!" he say's angrily.

"Okay," I whimper and pout unknowingly.

He sighs "just lay down okay," he say's a bit softer.

I do as he says and lay back down, he continues to stitch my cut.

Holding in my cries of pain I grab the sheets "Caleb it hurts," I cry.

"I'm almost done," he say's concentrating.

I whimper "but it's hurts so much."

He doesn't reply as he continues stitching me.

"That's it done," Caleb say's standing up and placing all the things back in the fist aid box.

I huff "can I at least have a blanket to cover myself?" I ask.

"Sure," he say's and grabs a blanket throwing it at me causing it to land on my face.

I hear footsteps walking away and then the door slams shut.

What an asshole.

I pull the blanket off my face and try to place it over my body.

Feeling drowsy I fall asleep.

Later at night -

I feel something grab my arms and legs, panicking I try to kick my legs and move my arms but it just caused me to be pinned down on the bed.

"Let me go! Who are you?" I shout in fear.

Nobody responds.

"Caleb! Caleb!" I shout.

"Shhhhh," someone say's right beside my ear.

"Caleb is that you?" I whimper.

A hand sits on my back "yes it's me Scarlett, you do remember I have to continue with my plan," Caleb say's darkly.

"What! No," I cry.

Caleb snatches the blanket off my body, I shiver as I feel his hand trail down my body to my leg.

"Stop! Don't touch me!" I scream at him.

My eyes grow wide as I feel cold metal against my skin.

"Jasper, Matthew keep her still," he say's to two guys holding me down but I can't see them or Caleb as it's pitch black.

They're grip on me tightens "no! stop! Get off me!" I shout.

The sharp blade suddenly slices my skin, I scream in pain.

"Don't worry sweetheart I'm not trying to kill you," Caleb say's and combs his fingers through my hair.

I gasp as he cuts my skin on my other leg.

The two men let go of me and walk out the door shutting it behind them.

Tears roll down my face, I huff in exhaustion from trying to escape these physcos.

Out of no where I feel something soft touch my cheek. Caleb kisses me "I'll see you later sweetheart," he say's and slams the door shut locking it behind him.

What is wrong with him? He's insane.