Chapter 7
"WAKE UP!" Came an aggravated voice as something hard made contact with my face.
I opened my eyes abruptly only to find myself staring into the eyes of my 'father' in all his sinister glory. I closed my eyes again quickly and let out a groan as the agony of my injuries from earlier surfaced. I instinctively lifted my arms to protect myself only to find them restrained.
"You're lucky I need you or you'd be 10 feet under by now" He spat at me with venom in his voice.
I looked up at him hazely, my eyes not quite being able to focus. He was staring down at me as I lay on something cold and hard. The room smelt stuffy and stale. The walls concreate and grey. The ceiling held bright lights that shone down on me and were hurting my eyes. I felt stiff… like I'd been in one position for far too long.
"What's happening?" I asked shakenly still in a daze.
He just scoffed and moved to lean against the wall to the right of me, not giving any indicator he was going to dignify me with a response. I managed to turn my head letting out a grimace as I glanced to my restrained limbs. I was held down with brown leather buckles, the kind you see in movies when someone has been committed to a psych ward. My stomach sickened immediately as my mind raced on the possibilities of my current situation. Had I been committed? This had to be some twisted joke. On what ground could he have got me in for? and how the hell would he explain my injuries. One thing I knew for sure was that I was completely and utterly terrified.
I don't know how much time had passed since Sir had taken me from school and the altercation between us took place, either way my body and mind where not in a good state. I recalled my previous cocky nature and wondered where I got the balls from. It wasn't like I had never wanted to say such things and talk like that but I was always smart enough to shut up. I wish that cold sensation would come back so I could feel bliss again and not the agony raking through me. He mentioned blood lines having something to do with it all but that really didn't make sense, he's half crazed anyway, he should be on the table not me.
I continued to ponder the reason of my current situation whilst Sir stood across from me scowling yet quiet. Quiet doesn't necessarily mean better then shouting, I've learnt that the hard way. A loud screech broke my thoughts as I gazed upon a big heavy silver door opening to my left. It was stainless steel and like the rest of the room plane in features. Through the doorway walked in a dark skinned man. He was short and stocky in stature but looked like he could cause some damage if he needed to. He was wearing a white lab coat over what looked to be expensive clothes and had a white clipboard in hand. He closed the door behind him with another cry of steel and turned to face me. I couldn't see his features too clearly as the lights kept making me see spots but I could practically feel his eerie stare.
"It's been a while darling" He spoke.
I recognised the voice from the house earlier and noted this was the second time he had mentioned previously being acquainted. So he is a doctor here then… but why was he at my house? and how does he know who I am. I turned to look at Sir only to see him watching the man across the room as he fiddled about with his clipboard and continued talking.
"You probably don't remember me that was half the point after all." The strange man said. I scrunched my brow in confusion.
"What's happening?" I said again, this time with more courage.
He walked closer to me and grabbed my face in his cold hands. He started moving it side to side like an inspection. I pulled as far back into the table as I could, not enjoying the proximity at all. He smelt of cologne and something kind of sour. I scrunched up my nose as I let out a noise of distress, something between a gargle and a cry. My eyes stared to water as he continued to prod me with no consideration to my injuries. I still couldn't get a good look at him as he was silhouetted by the lights but something about him was making my skin crawl.
"Leave me alone!" I cried as I tried to resist my restraints.
"I can do what I please and you can't stop me." He said matter of factly, never stopping his inspection.
"No! Why am I here? Leave me alone! Nurse!" I yelled in fear. I was hoping to get the attention of some other faculty outside the door.
The man just laughed before bringing himself back into view.
"No one can hear you and no one will save you." He said with a smirk. "Now before I begin the surgery, I just have a few quick questions." He said chirpily with a giggle.
I whipped my neck over to look at Sir a picture of complete horror surely written over my face. He just stood there with a bored expression like he couldn't wait to just get home and watch some TV. He noticed my attention and just grinned at me before his attention was pulled back to his no doubt dumb as shit thoughts. What the fuck!? He said surgery!? I felt my stomach sicken immediately as the hairs on the back of my neck raised. I could feel the bile start to rise. I was going to be sick. I was in full panic now, my heart pounded a mile a minute as the atmosphere in the room somehow became more horrible and menacing.
"How old are you now?.. Oh! And have you started your period yet?" He asked happily like nothing in this situation was completely fucked up.
I stared back at him flabbergasted, unsure how to deal with the cluster fuck of emotions running through me. I hadn't ever got my period not that he needed to know and why the hell does that matter. I'm malnourished for Christ sake! I must have been silent for too long because Sir quickly stepped forward and grabbed me by the neck.
"Look here little bitch!" He spat. "Answer the questions and don't make a fuss for me okay!"
I let out a strangled cry as I stared up into his eyes, they were so empty of anything like love I just wanted to break. Hell I was already broken, I just wanted to sink back into this table and melt away.
"H-how c-could you do this-s to me?" I whispered between broken gasps. "Why?" I said as a single tear rolled down my cheek.
He looked into my eyes, right into my soul, and right into my very being.
"Because you are mistake, a mistake I've had to put up with for far too long and I don't give a shit if you die right here, right now. I owe this man a debt and you've only been alive so long because of it…."He said with no ounce of remorse or regret.
His soulless eyes where drinking me in and spitting me out. I was a mistake... I felt like the world all at once pulled me two different ways until I broke. Something in me snapped.
"Liar!" I croaked at him tears streaming down my face.
"Joshua I need her, let her go." The man said sternly grabbing Sirs arm and pulling it off me.
"Back of Santiago!" Sir growled back.
I could feel the lingering throbbing of his fingers as I lay there in complete shock trying to return my breathing to normal.
"Never mind, I'll just figure it all out once you're under the knife. It's time those secrets that lay inside you come out." Santiago said sternly, obviously annoyed by this all.
"I hope you said goodbye to your runt of a brother, it's the last time you'll ever see him." Sir said arrogantly as he went to leave.
Aiden… He would have no one. Sir would kill him! I began to struggle tenfold against my restraints. There was no force in hell that would keep me away from my little brother. I felt the binds start to stretch as I screamed with the effort to break free. Without even realising I had it in me they broke and in a blink of a second that sour stanching man was on top of me holding me down. I didn't hold back though, it was like something animalistic was trying to claw its way out of my chest. My body shook and I let out feral growls and screams as I thrashed against what felt like rock. The tears didn't stop and I didn't care as I scratched, bit and hit anything I could. I couldn't feel my pain anymore, I couldn't feel anything but pure rage. I was the volcano this time, using the fuel of hate to flow through me and wield it on all my surroundings. I kicked Santiago of me and crashed onto the floor in the process. I was shaky but got up quickly. Joshua, that pig, that bastard stood in the corner looking as pale as a ghost but Santiago... he was looking at me with an excited glint in his eye.
"So feisty little one, but unfortunately you are to rare a mix of breed to let run free" He snarled as leapt for me.
I tried to avoid him but was thrown back against the wall knocking over medical instruments I hadn't seen earlier. He stood over me looming as I regained myself.
"Aro will be so pleased with me when I finally tell him my secret project. It will all be quite grand and I shan't have you ruin it." He growled before he picked me up and placed me back on the table.
I wasn't having any of it though as I thrashed about and clocked him one right to the cheek bone. I felt my bones shatter and pain shot up my arm but it was gone in an instant, the cool feeling returned to my body. I squirmed out of his grip and suckered him again right in the gut before he keeled over. His face resembled a broken mirror and his expression was something else…. I leapt for the door but was dragged back by my hair mid jump. My body took another hit and another so fast I couldn't see the impact but felt it. I cried out in pain as I was hit in precise points all over paralysing me. I started to see black when all of a sudden the cracking whip noise came back and so did the burning lines down my back. My eyes shot open as my body raised of the floor in pain. I felt myself get thrown and I made contact with a body, the grunt sounding loudly behind me. Everything started to shake. I wasn't sure if it was just me or there was an earthquake. I could only feel anger and fear mixed into a Molotov cocktail that was going to blow.
I let out a war scream that could rival the gods.
Then it happened, I blew up.
