Son
Chapter Eleven
If anyone reads stories from the author Black Twisted Soul and has read the last chapter to Father of Mine then you already saw this note. To everyone else I'll confess: BTS, Royal Rebel, and me are all the same person. Don't ask why I have so many accounts. It was a spur of the moment thing. And if you read the newest chapter to Hunting Season then you know why it's taken so long to update.
That reason is from some lovely chest pains I've been having. I have a virus in between my lungs and rib cage. Helping push my brother's car out of a ditch didn't help either. Sounds fun, huh? The doctor told me it should go away in a few weeks. I would've updated soon but the pain has been too intense and didn't exactly allow me enough time on-line to post.
Also I've been working on an original story... and series that no one is reading. He he, I'm getting sour now. I've been working on this, other stories, my original one, and school has been annoying the hell out of my free time. So enough with my rambling. I'm sorry for this long apology. You're annoyed with me so I'll just shut up while I'm behind and get on with the story.
Bridgette's body screamed in agony. Every inch of her hurt. Jamie and Anna were relentless. Her screams had fueled their desire to cause more pain. It felt like there was a fire building inside her stomach. A shrill scream filled the blackness she found herself floating in. It sounded... alien. Her heart pounded when she realized it was her own unearthly scream. Someone was calling her. Jake? No this voice was unfamiliar.
Her eyes fluttered open. She was laying on a mattress. What was left of a worn out one anyways. Moonlight softly colored the dark room an eerie white.
"Bridgette?" The voice warily called.
Her screaming had stopped. Warm liquid rolled down her cheeks. The fresh tears were unstoppable. Her throat was raw from the screaming. Her head rolled to the side. There was a figure sitting farther down on another mattress. Her heart accelerated as all she could see was the glow from his legs. The rest of him was hidden in the shadow. She found herself breathing rapidly.
"I'm sorry." The person said sadly. "I didn't mean to scare you."
Chains softly clinked. Her foggy memory cleared and she was able to be able to calm down. She knew who it was and that he wouldn't hurt her.
"Kyle?" She whispered, instantly regretting it. Talking made her throat burn all that much more.
"Yea."
It was the first time she noticed she wasn't bound in any way. She tried to sit up. Big mistake as wave after wave of pain rippled through her body. This scream wasn't as loud as the other. She fell back onto the mattress. They hadn't bothered to tie her up. She was too weak to do anything.
The chains hit each other again. "You alright?"
Her hand went to her stomach. Blood was soaking through her shirt. She lifted her shirt slightly, grimacing at the stitched up wounds that covered most of her abdomen. One of them had opened when she had tried to sit up. The fire in her stomach hurt more as she ran her finger shakily over the open wound.
"Bridgette?"
She quickly pulled her shirt back down. A quick glance around the room showed that it was only Kyle and her. Where was Jake? Her heart sped up again. What happened to him? She was starting to hyperventilate.
"Bridgette!"
"Where's Jake?" She grimaced, trying to calm herself.
It was Kyle's turn to be silent.
"Kyle! Where's Jake?"
"I'm sorry." His whisper was barely audible. "He took my spot. They took him about an hour ago. I'm sorry."
Her heart sank as she began to sob. She could only imagine what they were doing to him. She was completely helpless to help him. Kyle kept repeating "I'm sorry." as Bridgette's sobs grew louder.
Sorry, that it's so short. Best I could do off the top of my head. I know I'm not the best writer so again sorry that it sucks.
