I'm sorry for the delay in updating! School got in the way and I was sick for a few days so I had a butt load of makeup work. I hope this chapter makes up for it, I made it a little longer than they normally are.
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By: kit kat
Chapter 3: Hostage
I'm not really sure how I got home after that. Everything was literally a blur because of my wounded head. I remember him skating away shortly after our brief conversation, if that's what you can even call it, leaving me to bleed by myself.
I stumbled through the barren streets cold and afraid. My clothes were ripped… there could be a rapist out there. It's ironic how I didn't mind so much being used by the most dangerous guy in the country only minutes before…
When I reached my house I was hit with a rude awakening. The door had already been kicked open and a draft was blowing in. I hobbled as fast as I could into the house and could see the roller blade marks on the carpet. Oh God, oh God.
My heart was about to explode as I limped through my trashed house. The couch had been split open, a lamp lay cracked on the floor, some curtains were torn from their place… Finally, I reached the kitchen and let out a shriek.
There lay my father in a pool of scarlet blood, his eyes bloodshot and wide open. I dropped to the floor next to his body and searched for a pulse in his wrist. Nothing.
I examined his head. His skull had obviously been bashed and was cracked open in the back. In horror I witnessed his brain now start to ooze out of the slit, floating among the draining blood.
Tears wet my cheeks disdainfully as I slapped myself. I knew this would happen. I knew if I told Lil' Slugger he would kill my father. But is that what I really wanted?
I collapsed to the floor, crying harder than ever before in his blood. All the memories resurfaced, the good times… when mom was still alive.
Her wispy auburn hair matched my own, as beautiful as silk. Her pale skin fit perfectly over a lean body; never an imperfection. She hardly ever lost her smile behind those rosy lips, no matter the circumstances that fell upon us. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever known.
Everyday was a new day. She would wake up first to cook pancakes or biscuits; whatever she thought would please dad and me. The aroma would awake both of us and we would scramble down the stairs to get a piece of that cooking, laughing as we sped into the kitchen.
When I was ready to leave for school, I'd skip out the door and hide behind the oak tree at the side of my house. There, I would watch him embrace her before he left for work through the kitchen window. They'd act as if they were teenagers in love again! Then, she'd lean in for a passionate kiss and he'd stroke her hair as if they'd never see each other again.
Some might have thought it weird that I watched my own parents display their affection with fascination. But I didn't care. I was amazed that their love would never fade. Day after day they held each other even tighter than before.
I jealously wished for a love like theirs. It seemed I was different from every other teen. I could never get love right. When I finally realized what I wanted I'd never pick the right person. They always used me and threw me away like a crumpled piece of paper, uncared for and useless.
They never told me she was sick. Terminal cancer, I found out much later when she lay on her deathbed, smiling with tears glistening on her cheeks. Everyday my parents put on a show for me while they held on tightly to each other, knowing she'd soon leave us forever.
I think they knew I would probably kill myself if I found out. The only reason I didn't after she passed away was Dad. He needed me, no matter how much he claimed to hate me when he drank. I knew behind the alcohol he was still the same man, desperately hurting that she had floated away from our grasp.
"Dad," I whispered as my fingers brushed over his pale forehead. Tears dripped from my face and lightly landed on his cold cheek, pale with death. "Your suffering is over now. I know you'll be better-off with mom than you ever were with me."
I held his hand in my own, stroking the colorless knuckles sorrowfully. At last the sun broke through the kitchen window and I let him go, rising to take a shower before leaving for school.
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School was unbearable. I had about as much concentration as a fly and even allowed myself to sleep throughout each class. It didn't make much of a difference anyway. They were probably going to send me away to some foster home or something and I'd never live here again.
I wondered if Lil' Slugger would still come visit me when they took me away. The more I thought about it, the more I was glad he put down my father. I don't think he even really did it for me. Dad had been on a downward spiral ever since we buried Mom. Now, he could at least sleep in peace.
The sunlight felt like acid eating away at my skin when I stepped outside at 4 o'clock. I walked home dragging my feet. I never wanted to go back, but there was nothing left I could do to prolong my fate.
My house came in view as I neared slowly. My eyebrows knit in confusion, what the hell was going on? Yellow tape was blocking the entrance to my house and I saw my neighbors conversing with some detectives.
In the distance I could hear sirens and I gasped in sudden fear and realization. I never called the cops! They were going to think I killed him!
But before I could turn to run, my neighbors pointed at me and every eye seemed to lock on my position. Wildly, my legs flew out in front of me and I began running as fast as I could with no direction.
The wind rushed all around me as I sprinted through the street and into the park. My breath was becoming shorter with each stride but I willed myself to keep going... If they caught me… it would all be over.
The trees became thicker and I found myself in a forest behind the park. A shiver pierced my spine when I looked around at my surroundings. Darkness developed through the shade of the trees blocking sunlight from entering and I was scared to death.
No one liked this place. No one ever went here.
I had no choice though as I continued to weave my way throughout the clearing. Unluckily enough, my foot connected with a dead stump hidden on the ground and I flew to the hard earth below, hitting the side of my head against a bulky rock. The wound from the previous night was instantly reopened.
"Damn it!" I cursed when I tried to get up. It felt like a thousand needles were stuck in my ankle and it was beginning to swell into a purplish knot. Blood oozed down the side of my face and I began feeling lightheaded as I looked at the miles of leaves and branches above me.
I groaned and clutched my leg close. Why did this have to happen? Can I never get a break?
The pain made me want to scream as I rocked back and forth in the charcoal dirt. Would I be left to die here? No one could help me all the way out in the middle of the forest.
My head fell back in exhaustion and I felt my body relax. Maybe dying wasn't that bad. I was so numb my mind was delusional. My eyelids shut gently as I curled into a little ball.
"Jordan." A voice whispered softly.
"Hmm?" I moaned softly.
I saw an angel standing above me with flowing brown locks and blue eyes deep enough to get lost in. In one hand he held a golden staff and an aura of light surrounded him as he bent over my limp body. His heavenly hand reached out and caressed my cheek.
"Do you want me to save you?" his voice was smooth and deep as it rang through my ears like a bell.
"Yes… take me from this world, Angel." I said quietly and with the last of my strength, I reached my arms out to him.
The corners of his mouth pulled up slightly and he smiled at me… it was so beautiful I wanted to cry. His rosy lips found my forehead as he lifted me into broad arms. Then we began to fly away and out of the forest.
My head rested against his chest, soaking his shirt with blood. I felt myself falling asleep but I fought to stay awake.
"Don't fall asleep," Angel said as he gently shook me, "you may never wake up again."
But at that point I didn't really care. Sleeping forever sounded intoxicating. I was tired of this world and all its problems.
"Where are we going?" I asked groggily.
"To my place." He answered and I wondered what he meant.
"Heaven?"
He stared into my face and laughed. I felt uneasy.
"About as far from heaven as you're going to get." He whispered and I felt my body turn to ice as I fainted out of consciousness.
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I awoke on a small mattress lying on the floor. When my vision stabilized, I gazed at the room. It was very plain and empty, with only a lamp and small closet shoved up against one of the walls.
A throbbing pain pulsed through my head and I put my hand up to touch it. Surprisingly, someone had already bandaged the cut and stopped the blood. I strained to remember who brought me here.
"You're awake." I jumped at the sound of his voice.
"L-Lil' Slugger?" I was completely bewildered.
"You were expecting an angel?" his eyes lit up in amusement and he grinned psychotically. My face burned red at his comment and my eyes lowered to the floor.
"Thank you," I murmured humbly. "but… why?"
"Such a typical thing to ask." He walked up to the mattress and knelt beside me, looking into my eyes. "Do you ever wonder why not?"
I shivered at his words and the hair on my neck rose slightly. My eyes darted away from his face as a futile attempt to avoid his piercing stare but he caught my chin in his hand and forced me back toward him.
"Look at me." he commanded and I obeyed fearfully.
"What do you feel for me Jordan?" I stared at him taken aback. It was such a sensitive question for someone like him to ask.
"What if I said I don't feel anything?" I mumbled. I was a horrible liar and I knew he saw right through me.
"I wouldn't believe you."
"How can you just expect me to answer something like that when you tell me you only want me for sex?" I could feel the anger boiling deep inside my soul.
He pondered my question and shrugged, letting go of my chin in the process. I watched him as he stood up and walked out of the room. When he reached the door, however, he paused and turned back to me.
"I'll be out for a while. I suggest you stay in bed and let your ankle heal. If you try to leave, I will find you." Our eyes locked for a few moments before he turned away and left the room.
I tried to understand everything we had said. Everything was so confusing between me and him, but I was grateful he had saved me yet again. Maybe he did care for me. Maybe he didn't.
All I knew at that moment was that I was now his hostage, locked in the darkness of a shack in the forest. But somehow, it all didn't really seem that bad.
