Chapter Nine; in the clutches of Evil
Troy hated this. His life had changed again…because of him.
He always ruined his life somehow…
Fred.
Just saying that name left him with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Troy thrashed in his bed, unable to fall asleep.
Painful memories overwhelmed his mind.
"No…..no…"
Troy tried without success to hold back the tears.
He was stronger than this, he knew he was yet…..every time he heard that name….every time he had hurt Troy….every time Troy was left frozen…with fear.
But not anymore, now he would stand up. He would face him.
At least he thought so or at least hoped………
Troy didn't know if his day could get any worse.
His head hurt like hell. It felt like someone was banging a pot against his head.
Troy didn't say anything to his parents, for one he had already missed a couple days, and second because he was barely talking to his parent, and third because he really, really wanted to see Gaby.
"Troy hurry up, I'll give you a ride to school," called out his father.
Troy walked hurriedly downstairs.
"Dad, I'd rather walk to school. It's still early and um...I'd like to walk," Troy stammered.
His dad nodded, hurt because his son was still angry at him for his mistake.
"So next time," added Troy quickly not wanting his dad to feel guilty.
His dad nodded.
Troy went back inside and bid good bye to his mom. Then he set walking towards school.
His mind was somewhere else as he walked. It was like he wasn't really there.
He wondered if he should tell his best friend Chad.
Chad was his best friend, he had never told him anything, and he couldn't.
So why did I tell Gaby?
I've known Chad longer, but he's a…guy, it's different…
Troy sighed. He stopped suddenly, turning his head. He sensed something…not that he was Spiderman or something and with his spider sense.
He glanced quickly. But he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Troy felt a chill travel up his spine.
Fred?
He gasped. His mind must be playing games with him; he saw…might have seen Fred in the crowd. No….it was not possible.
Troy quickened his pace, heading somewhere where he could lose him.
He took a quick turn, into a dark alley.
Dark Alley…oh no
Can I be more stupid??? Damn!
Get out, get out of here!!!!!
He started to run, but….oh no
"Oh no…no…no," he whispered.
"Oh yes."
Troy fell back. No this couldn't be!
Fred!!
There he was standing, sneering at Troy. He was wearing a black leather jacket, jeans, and a black hat. He had on some dark glasses.
Troy tried to stand straight, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Even though he was so scared, he was sure he was going to pee his pants.
What's going to happen?
As if reading his mind Fred leaned closer to Troy.
"Hello Troy, it's been a long time," Fred whispered closer to Troy, than Troy wanted him to be.
"Too long," Fred added after a few seconds.
Troy began shaking with fear.
No.
No, please no.
"Get away from me," whispered Troy, his voice hoarse. He backed up, until there was no more space, until he was up against the wall and Fred in front of him.
"Oh no, Troy. I don't think so. I think you deserve a punishment; you've been a very naughty boy. Very naughty indeed. You are such a snitch!" Fred said mockingly.
He raised his hand and stroked Troy's cheek.
"Please…." begged Troy. "Please don't…."
Fred laughed, drew his hand back, and then in an instant back, it collided with Troy's cheek. Damn, it hurt.
Fred didn't stop he threw more and more punches.
Troy closed his eyes willing it to go away.
Why again? Not again, please someone help me.
After what seemed like eternity he stopped.
Troy hoped this would be it, but he knew better.
He knew better than to have believed it would never happen again.
It was coming.
"I missed you, very much Troy. Today I am going to do with you, something better, much better, than before. You will be truly mine, after this," Fred whispered into Troy's ear, his breath stank of evil, and his voice mad, insane, malicious…
Troy's heart sank. It took what was left of his will, to stop himself from crying.
This couldn't be happening.
Troy closed his eyes, waiting for it to come….
Revenge is like a poison that takes you over and can turn you into something very ugly