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Thin, pampered fingers gripped my hair roughly, and with a yank my head was pulled backwards. I gritted my teeth and took the pain. My tormentor was female, two days before -it was male. A week ago it was a group of boys and girls. I never knew who would hurt me next. I just knew it would happen. My tormentor pushed my head against the wall. She yanked my head back again. For the second time, my head hits the wall. The rough surface scratches up my skin. It stings but I knew I would live, I told myself that I've had worse. When her manicured hands slipped out of my white locks, I received a rough push. I lost balance and fell to the ground. She giggled and stepped on my left hand. I winced in pain, only to remind myself that pain really didn't last long. I tried not to look up at her, but from my angle I could see long blond hair draping over her chest.
"Freak," Her soft hand gently grabbed her hair and moved it to her back. "Why won't you just kill yourself? No one wants you," Her words would have seemed cruel by a bystander. I was used to them.
I bit my lip and quietly answered her question. "I can't die just yet. I have a promise to keep," then I hoisted my body from the ground. I watched as she walked away. Just from the back of her head I knew who she was. Nicole was her name. She lived nearby me and was admired my girls and guys alike. That was all I really knew about her, but I bet she knew a lot about me. Then again, who hadn't heard the rumors about me? I wasn't appalled by the rumors, but that didn't mean I was fine with them. People could say whatever they wanted about me, I just wanted them to get the facts straight.
The rumors were about when I lived in the whammy house and why I was sent away to another orphanage. They were about my group of friends. The rumors were about who I really was under my calm exterior. Some of those rumors were slightly correct but none really had the whole truth, just bits and pieces. Those bits and pieces were released by me when people asked me questions. The questions were mostly about why I was such a freak.
I began to make my way home. I was right behind Nicole the whole time. She lived only three houses down from mine. I wandered around in my own mind for a bit, until a car came rushing by. I watched as it stopped in the middle of the road. Then in a matter of seconds the car's wheels were moving again, but this time the car was turning around. They were far enough away to pick up speed. I knew they were insane by the time they were swerving off the road. That wasn't the worse part. They were driving on the side-walk; the same one Nicole and I were standing on. I had enough sense to move onto the road, but Nicole was scared stiff. I took no time to think second about what I was going to do.
I took off running in Nicole's direction; I was racing against the maniacs and time. Thankfully I was able to reach her first. I slammed against her, knocking us both into someone's yard. She was in shock and my knee was skinned, but we were fine other than that. The car flew by us but a few seconds we heard the car turn again. She jumped at the sound; I reacted by thinking about what to do next. I rolled off her and scrambled to my feet. I then tried to pull her up. It was no use, her shock rendered her immobile. I cursed and looked around for a second option, but time was up. The red car was back. It drove into the drive way that was only a few feet away from us. To show off, the car fish-tailed and sent rocks flying at us. I went into panic mode and desperately tried to pull Nicole up, she still wouldn't budge.
"MOVE GODDAMNIT! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" I screeched, not even bothering to keep my cool demeanor anymore.
Just when she came back into reality the door of the red car opened. I pulled on her arm once again. Only then, I was startled by a gun shot. Soon after the gun shot, pain shot up my arm. I looked down. The bullet had skimmed across my skin, but not without taking a chunk of my skin with it. When I heard another gun shot, I took no chances and thew my self down. I hoped that someone was seeing this whole thing, but it was unlikely at that point. If no one had noticed the first things, they were sure as hell not going to notice this. Nicole was back in her immobile state, only with tears rolling down her dirt-cover cheek. I reached out to her, trying to comfort her. But I was cut short by a leather boot stomping on the same hand Nicole had stomped on. I hissed in pain and tried to push the foot off my hand, but my other arm was in way more pain. I didn't have much strength in that arm either.
I looked up the leg that was pinning my hand down. Not only was the foot covered in leather, but the legs and torso were too. The person wearing the leather was a young man around the age of 22. He had blond hair that framed his face perfectly. His eyes weren't quite blue, but they weren't green either. They were somewhere in between. Near one of his eyes was an angry-looking scar. His legs were thin but his torso seemed to be muscular. In one hand was a gun that was pointed at us. In his other hand was a chocolate bar that was half eaten. I watched as his chapped lips took a bite and felt him remove his hand from my foot. Nicole was shivering, this told me she knew what was going on but she wasn't going to be much help again. I had two choices, go with the man or make a run for it by myself.
I made my choice without much thought. Nicole and I are in this together. Why should abandon her? So in response to the gun pointed at us, I rolled back on top of Nicole. Sure it was awkward, but it was the only way to protect Nicole. Apparently, the young man found my actions amusing because he let out a snort. He leaned down. The gun was only a few inches away from my forehead.
"That really isn't protecting her, you know. All I have to do is kill you point blank and then roll you off of her." I gritted my teeth. He smirked and pressed his gun to my forehead. "Thankfully for you, I have no desire to kill you. Hurt you? Maybe, but I do need you to be alive." He pulled the gun away and then pulled me off of Nicole. He made sure to grip my open wound while pulling me. So I made sure not to give him a cry of pain.
"Matt! Get the girl inside the car. I'll take care of this bastard!" Someone else was in the car.
He was built like the man holding me, only a little taller. His hair was a mix between red and brown and his eyes were a subtle hazel. He seemed a lot calmer than one that shot me. He was wearing a striped long sleeve shirt that was covered by a furry vest. His pants were normal jeans but he wore shoes that were covered his characters from Legends of Zelda. He walked over to Nicole and picked her up gently. I took a sigh of relief when I saw she was being handled nicely. I had only moments of relief. Soon the man gripping me was pulling off my school neck tie. He pulled both my hands back roughly and then tying them behind my back. I struggled with the tie but it was tied expertly. I cursed for a bit and then was thrown in the trunk of the red car. Nicole wasn't in there with me so I worried a bit.
I felt and heard the car rumble to life. I bit my lip and tried to calm down. Knew freaking out more would just give me more problems, and I really didn't need another one. So I decided to deal with one thing at a time. Starting with my bleeding arm. It was dark in the trunk and I couldn't see a thing so I couldn't try to find something to stop the bleeding. And even if I could find something to stop the bleeding, my arms were bound and useless. So I needed to get the tie off before feeling around the trunk. Once again, I was struck with another problem. If and when I get my arms unbound and the bleeding to stop, how was I going to get out of the car? How was I going to get Nicole out?
I pondered for a bit and then remembered something my foster parent taught me. Sometimes on a trunk, there was a tab. If you pulled the tab, the trunk was open. I thought out a plan. Then I went into action. I flipped over onto my back; I tried not to make much noise. Then I lifted one of my feet to feel around the top of the trunk. When I decided there was nothing there I scooted up further. My hurt arm began to protest, but I knew there was nothing else to do. I let out a sigh of relief when I found something that felt like plastic hanging from the top. I wrapped my toes around it but then pulled my foot away from it, refraining from pulling it. I knew the car was still moving, it would be way more dangerous to jump out. Plus the fact that I also had to get Nicole too.
I sighed and flipped back onto my stomach. I resigned to the fact that I would have to wait for the car to stop moving before I could do anything. I felt so powerless and so angry. I wanted to know why the maniacs took us. I pondered why for a bit, but then I found myself slipping into sleep.
When I woke up I noticed two things that were different. One was that I was covered with a blanket. The other was that my arm was bandaged and along with my other arm, tied around my front. Anger flared up inside of me. I was angry at myself. The car had stopped long enough for them to bandage up my arm, give me a blanket, and retie my arms. The whole time I was asleep. They probably did some other things while we were stopped too. I felt foolish for missing such a chance. After scolding myself I noticed I was tired again. Just as I was thinking about how strange that was, I fell asleep again.
This time I woke up to a lot of changes. I wasn't in a trunk again. I was in small, moldy, windowless room. I wasn't tied up anymore and a figure covered with a blanket was huddled in a corner. It was moving and whimpering. I figured it was Nicole and then crawled over to her. My arm didn't hurt as much and I wasn't so tired anymore. I sat next to her. She looked terrible. Her make-up was smeared and her once-shiny hair was ratted and had a brownish color to it. Her clothes were also not much to look at. Her uniform was covered with dirt and what I thought was dried up blood. I didn't know if it was mine from before or hers. I reached over to pat her head, but she responded by flinching. I sighed and pulled back. I began to think of a way to get out of the room, but I found something off about the room. It not only had no windows, but it seemed to be lacking a door. I cursed lightly.
I stayed still for a while; the only noises in the room were Nicole's whimpering and my breathing. That all changed when a panel on the wall began to move. Nicole flinched and I scooted in front of her. She was still in a delicate state. I knew everything that was going on was too much for her. The panel on the wall revealed a young woman who wasn't much older than us. She was dressed in a simple tee-shirt and jeans. Her black hair was pulled up and her face only had lip gloss on it. She was a natural beauty. Her eyes scanned the room. They locked on me and then widened with surprise. She took a device off her belt and presses a button.
"Mello! The boy's awake!" She was still staring at me like I would fall asleep at any second.
The device buzzed for a bit. "Hold on, I'll be there in a second." A voice came out from the device, which I decided was a walkie-talkie. The voice belonged to the asshole that shot me in the arm.
I frowned at the memory and my arm began to relive the moment for a bit.
"Hello!" a fake-niceness was in her voice. "My name is Sayu! Ummm. Uhhhhh…." The young woman scratched her head. I knew she had nothing else to say, so I just stared at her and scooted closer to Nicole. The panel one the wall opened to show the blond-headed man.
I really hated that bastard.
A.N. you won't for long Near! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! Anyways! I hope you liked it so far. I need suggestions on what to do next! Tell me what you think about Nicole. Next chapter should explain more and have more characters. I like reviews and prefer constructive criticism!
Love Always, Takaraandelle!