Forgotten Past
By Miranda Rochelle Inc
Chapter 4: Rude Awakening
A slight thud resounded through the bedroom of Joseph Cartwright, waking the young man from his restless sleep. He groaned, but didn't open his eyes. "Adam? Hoss?" He called quietly, "Go away, I just went to sleep." He had spent most of the night thinking about what his family had said; and trying to remember any part of that night. He had hopped that his family might leave him be for a while because of it! Neither of his brothers answered, so Joe, his mind still hazy from sleep, went to the only other logical conclusion he could think: "Pa, I'm fine. I'm just tired. I'll b- "
A hand clamped tightly over his mouth, "Quiet, boy!" A man whispered so close to Joe's ear; he could feel the man's hot breath against his skin.
Joe's eyes snapped open as he struggled to free himself. The struggle was in vain as a hard blow was dealt to his stomach. He doubled over on his bed, his arms wrapping themselves tightly around his injured midsection. "P-a," he gasped for enough breath to call for his family who where only down the hall.
"Keep him quiet!" The man hissed, barely above the whisper he had used to speak to Joe.
Another fist drove deeply into Joe's midsection, the young man gasped for breath, but could not fill his lungs. Joe doubled over again, and tried to open his eyes. It was too dark to see much; all he could tell was that his window was open and there where three dark shadows in front of him. A fourth was behind him, ruthlessly grasping his hair.
The man pulled Joe up into a standing position next to his bed, and held onto him tightly. "I should hang you right here, boy!" He whispered maliciously. "Lynch you, just like your pa did to my son!"
Joe shook his head, "No," he whispered, "my pa wouldn-"
A shadow hit him in the stomach again.
"If you wake," the man continued, "tell Ben there are no more warnings. I'll see him cry over your grave; even if I hang for it."
Joe looked up weakly, his room was too dark to see the man's exact features, but the man's eyes were perfectly clear. They were horrible, shining eyes that almost glowed.
Suddenly, he felt a tremendous pain as something struck the back of his head; and his entire world went black.
A/N: Yay, another chapter! I know, I know! It's really short. But you people should feel lucky I even updated this weekend anyway! I've spent 90% of the last 72 hours sleeping! Jeebus! If I had known it would hurt this much to have 4 stupid teeth taken out, I would have said to leave the stupid wisdom teeth in! Let it mess up my nice, straight, braces-fixed teeth! Owww...
And codeine...whoa! Drugs are BAD! I haven't taken the stuff in over 28 hours and I still feel out of it...
Moral of the story: Dentists are evil. You need your teeth. Don't let dentists take your teeth. Or take them out and give them to you.
(Wisdom teeth are huge...heehee, they gave them to me.)
As you can see, I'm still out of it. I hope to be well enough to update later. I hope!
Later peeps.
By Miranda Rochelle Inc
Chapter 4: Rude Awakening
A slight thud resounded through the bedroom of Joseph Cartwright, waking the young man from his restless sleep. He groaned, but didn't open his eyes. "Adam? Hoss?" He called quietly, "Go away, I just went to sleep." He had spent most of the night thinking about what his family had said; and trying to remember any part of that night. He had hopped that his family might leave him be for a while because of it! Neither of his brothers answered, so Joe, his mind still hazy from sleep, went to the only other logical conclusion he could think: "Pa, I'm fine. I'm just tired. I'll b- "
A hand clamped tightly over his mouth, "Quiet, boy!" A man whispered so close to Joe's ear; he could feel the man's hot breath against his skin.
Joe's eyes snapped open as he struggled to free himself. The struggle was in vain as a hard blow was dealt to his stomach. He doubled over on his bed, his arms wrapping themselves tightly around his injured midsection. "P-a," he gasped for enough breath to call for his family who where only down the hall.
"Keep him quiet!" The man hissed, barely above the whisper he had used to speak to Joe.
Another fist drove deeply into Joe's midsection, the young man gasped for breath, but could not fill his lungs. Joe doubled over again, and tried to open his eyes. It was too dark to see much; all he could tell was that his window was open and there where three dark shadows in front of him. A fourth was behind him, ruthlessly grasping his hair.
The man pulled Joe up into a standing position next to his bed, and held onto him tightly. "I should hang you right here, boy!" He whispered maliciously. "Lynch you, just like your pa did to my son!"
Joe shook his head, "No," he whispered, "my pa wouldn-"
A shadow hit him in the stomach again.
"If you wake," the man continued, "tell Ben there are no more warnings. I'll see him cry over your grave; even if I hang for it."
Joe looked up weakly, his room was too dark to see the man's exact features, but the man's eyes were perfectly clear. They were horrible, shining eyes that almost glowed.
Suddenly, he felt a tremendous pain as something struck the back of his head; and his entire world went black.
A/N: Yay, another chapter! I know, I know! It's really short. But you people should feel lucky I even updated this weekend anyway! I've spent 90% of the last 72 hours sleeping! Jeebus! If I had known it would hurt this much to have 4 stupid teeth taken out, I would have said to leave the stupid wisdom teeth in! Let it mess up my nice, straight, braces-fixed teeth! Owww...
And codeine...whoa! Drugs are BAD! I haven't taken the stuff in over 28 hours and I still feel out of it...
Moral of the story: Dentists are evil. You need your teeth. Don't let dentists take your teeth. Or take them out and give them to you.
(Wisdom teeth are huge...heehee, they gave them to me.)
As you can see, I'm still out of it. I hope to be well enough to update later. I hope!
Later peeps.