Chapter 6: Hook, Line and Sinker
The next morning he was back in his room, a small ray of bright sun slanted across his ashen face. He was tired. The night had lasted until the wee hours of the morning. He had spent it holding, kissing, and caressing the girl that he loved with all of his heart. He smiled at that and rolled over, wanting to sleep again, but not being able to. So, he got up, streched yawned and went to the window. The sun had just begun to rise. His father was at work, his mother still sleeping as she probably would be until around six that night. Looking above him for a short instant, his eye caught on what seemed to be a piece of paper. He reached up and pulled it down.
"Todd,
This life has taught me things, and sometimes, it's overwhelming teachings. Please know, that as I did what I did this morning, you were in my thoughts. The only thing I regret is not being able to tell you this in person. Todd...I love you with what seems to be all of my heart. A quick meeting with you turned into joy, rapture, and ecstacy among other emotions. There were just too many things I couldn't handle. I write this with the screams of last night still ringing in my ears. I just hate this all.
And with that, my love, I say good bye to you, Johnny, and anyone else that ever meant anything. Please know that where ever I venture after this, my spirit is in you and your's in me."
The name was signed in a rusty looking ink. Todd studied it closely. The paper dropped from his hand. It was blood. She had signed 'Love- Alina' in her own blood. His anger had propelled him, he had to make sure she was still alive. Grabbing a shirt, he quickly threw it over his body, and ran outside and to Johnny's.
He flung himself against the door, throwing it open. Johnny was standing against the door, leaning against it as if holding it shut. His gaze flashed to Todd, a spark of anger bright within them.
"You. You must've gotten her note?" He asked, failing to appear clam. He sounded exasperated, and blood was heavy on his clothes. Todd nodded to him, still in the doorway.
"Where is she?" He demanded. Johnny chuckled darkly, and shook his head.
"Pathetic. She's obviously dead, or close to it. Can't you tell a suicide note from a love letter?" Todd's patience wore thin.
"Dammit, you tell me where the fuck she is or I'll kill you." Johnny broke into hysterics, a frightening cold laugh erupting from him.
"You idiot. She's dead." A growl of anger escaped Todd's lips as he lunged at Johnny, who had expected just that. From behind him, he withdrew an iron pipe, perhaps the same one he had used to save Todd so long ago. He swung it readily and aimed a hard stroke to Todd's head, connecting. Todd's head split as he thudded to the floor, knocked unconsious by the blow.
From above him, Johnny looked down at him and scoffed. Picking the boy up by his ankles, he threw the basement door open with a shoe, and drug Todd down the stairs. The blood from the open wound trickled slowly as Todd's head hit every step.
Pulling him into a dimly lit room, Johnny proceeded to lock him up by the wrists, ankles, and waist. Stepping back, he admired the boy's mock desperation pose with a creul smirk on his face. The slow, quiet sobbing made him turn as he looked to Alina. She stood against the wall, small hands covering her wet face.