Bring Me to Life
Chapter Four: Pain
The title is slightly inspired by the song by Three Days Grace, though the lyrics don't have anything to do with this chapter. Now, I have to warn you; this chapter isn't for the weak at heart. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
I awoke once again, curled against Jacob's still, sleeping form, to find the moon out and my stomach moderately aching from an unknown pain. I sighed, looking into the flashing lights of the streets that I had roamed days before, desperate enough to sleep with desperate men. I made myself sick, and when I looked down at Jake's still, sleeping, innocent form, I made myself even sicker. I had given up my virginity two years ago, yet he had not. He was waiting for true love.
I got up from the couch that I had become so accustomed to, walking over to the breakfast table and picking up my small blue purse that laid there. I looked through it and found a twenty dollar bill. Enough to buy a small pack of Tums at the nearby gas station.
I grabbed an ink pen from my purse and found a scrap of paper with a list of items on it lying on the kitchen counter. I wrote Jake a quick note that I was going to the gas station called Marty's that I estimated to be a couple minutes' walk from the complex and then headed out the door, slinging my purse over my shoulder.
I arrived at the gas station in a few minutes; faster than I had expected. The building was fairly nice, as it was one of the more popular ones in town. I headed into the musky smelling building with its white, bland walls and rows of medicine, magazines, drinks, and food, looking for a small pack of Tums. There were only three other people in the building besides the young male cashier; two gay men, one tall and masculine, the other shorter and less masculine, and an older woman who was shorter and had graying hair.
I looked down the aisles, finding the medicine row. I spotted the Tums, and quickly shuffled through the many different kinds before finally finding the extra-strength stomach ache pack. I grabbed them, but as soon as I began to walk out the aisle, the doors of the building burst open. I turned to see five men, all wearing bandannas and masked, walk into the room. They all turned to the cashier, and one suddenly pulled out a gun.
"Give me all your money." He said simply, and the man quickly pulled all of the money from the machine and threw it in a plastic grocery sack, handing it quickly to the man.
The man smirked, and I sank slowly down to hide behind the shelf, which was angled against the back so that they couldn't see me. I suddenly heard a loud bang, however, and had to hold in a gasp. I looked around the side of the shelf to see the cashier's lifeless body draped over the counter, the men looking around the room.
The more masculine of the gay men stood in front of his lover, who was backed against a row of snack cakes, a look of horror in his eyes. The leader of the pack of men gave another dirty smirk, eyeing the two.
"What do we have here? A pair of man-whores out for a little stroll?"
He pointed the gun at the taller man's head, and the man didn't even have time to sweat before he pulled the trigger.
"Tyler!" The other man cried as his lover fell to the ground in death.
One of the other men pulled out a gun and with a bang the gay man joined his lover. The group turned to the older lady, who stood bravely by the counter, a bottle of water under her arm.
"You boys need to return that money! You should be ashamed of yourselves, killing three innocent people like that!" She snapped.
"Hey lady, how about we make it four?" The leader said, and blood splattered the clear doors of the freezer as yet another person was killed.
I was all that was left. I was practically gasping for air as the men looked around the room. I slid back, facing the shelf in front of me. Then, I felt hot breath on my neck, and gritted my teeth. My stomach sank, and I could feel my death close.
"Hey, Tyler, there's a pretty hot little bitch here. You want her?" One of the men asked their leader.
"Yeah, why not? You better make sure she doesn't put up a struggle, though. We don't want her as damaged goods."
Suddenly, something hard hit me in the head, and I was instantly lost in darkness.
I awoke to find sharp knife-like objects digging into my wrists, my bare body pressed down onto a dirty white bed. I looked around in the darkness, and saw the five men standing there, the leader, a blond haired, lanky boy, holding something sharp. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my ankles suddenly, and looked down to see ankle-cuffs made of knives strapping me to the bed, the chains holding my legs spread apart. What kind of cruel trap was this?
I looked up as I heard steps, and the leader stood right beside me.
"Hey, little whore. Remember me? I screwed you a week or so ago. Bet you don't, you little skank."
He slapped me and a gasped in shock and pain. He laughed, and his group laughed with him.
"Who wants me to fuck this whore?" The boy asked.
"Yep."
"C'mon"
"Do it!"
"Go for it, Tyler!" They all hooted.
The leader, Tyler, smirked, and unzipped his jeans, pulling down his boxers to reveal a large shaft. The other boys laughed as he slid his knees onto the bed in between my legs, and grabbed my hips. A sharp pain jolted through my left side, and he pulled what looked like a piece of broken glass up with his hand, holding my hip tightly with his other hand.
"Let's go, bitch." He said with a chuckle, and positioned the glass so that it was in between my shoulder and breast.
He slid into me, and I gasped as the glass dug into my flesh. He laughed as blood dripped down my chest, hips thrusting in and out. The other four chanted, 'Go Tyler!' loudly, but all I could really feel and hear were the sounds of the glass digging into my neck, the feeling of the pain that seeped through my soul. The image of Jacob flashed through my mind's eye as I watched the boy pound into me, throwing his head back as his hips moved quickly; the ex-werewolf's warm smile, his callused yet gentle touch. Oh, how I wish that he would rescue me.
The glass carved out a messy 'W' before moving on to begin an 'H'. I ground my nails into my palm, the blades digging into my wrists.
"Jake..." I whispered.
"What was that, bitch?" The boy asked.
"Jacob..." I whined.
Where was he? Why wasn't he coming for me?
"Hey guys, I think she's calling for her boyfriend! Say it louder, bitch!"
"Jacob!" I cried in pain, trying to pull away from the boy, only to scream as the blades dug even deeper into my wrists and ankles.
The boy began on the 'R', the H and O already being finished without me noticing.
"C'mon, pussy! Yell his name if you want to, no one's gonna rescue you!" The boy snapped, and his cronies jeered.
I stopped being able to feel anything but pain after that moment. All I could feel was the glass digging into my flesh, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the blood slowly dripping down my chest to pool at my belly. It seemed like an eternity as the boy carved the 'R' and finished with the 'E'. He threw the glass to the ground as he was done, bucking into me until he grunted and semen filled me.
He pulled out, panting, and the other four laughed like I was a carnival attraction. I just stayed there, the pain being all that I could feel. The boys began to walk into the darkness and I felt my eyes grow heavy. All I wanted was to rest. To sleep and not feel anymore.
Then I heard a loud bang and roaring, then I heard thuds and cries of pain. As I felt myself being taken by sleep, I saw the face of the one I loved. There was noise, soothing whispers, coming from him, but I couldn't here them. Just before sleep overtook me completely, I felt the old familiar warmth that I had felt so much two years ago, and I curled into it. I heard a low, hostile rumble inside the familiar body that held me, but I knew that it wasn't toward me. I felt wetness drip onto me, and I knew instantly that it was tears. I wanted nothing more than to hold him then and tell him that I was fine, despite my condition, but I couldn't. I whimpered lightly as a chill raced through my body and wind hit me, but it was gone almost instantly as Jacob pulled me closer to him, protectively holding me. This was my home. Here in his arms.
No, the Tyler isn't the one from the book. I just liked the name. Anyway, there goes another chapter, and I see no ending in the near future!