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CHAPTER 2

I woke up cold, wet and moving. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyelids yet. There seemed to be an invisible weight resting upon them, holding them closed. The blindness only made my other senses sharper. I could hear, feel, even smell the rain all around me. Circling me, enveloping me. I was aware of heavy raindrops hitting my entire body, and I sensed my weight being shifted ever so slightly from left to right as I was moved forwards. There were two iron strong arms gripping me and my still bare feet swung in the cool air.

Curiosity got the better of me and I pushed my eyes open. What I found confirmed my suspicions; it was indeed, still raining. Peering upwards, I found the once comforting face of Patch, who was carrying me through the rain beside what looked like another one of Coldwater's back roads. I wondered why we weren't in the car, when it all came crashing back.

His menacing behaviour at the house, his reappearance in the back seat, me letting go of the steering wheel, him scrambling to grab it. By the look of his face, he hadn't succeeded. Blue, purpled and red were woven over his face in a blotched pattern of bruises. A line of dried crimson came from underneath his left nostril. If this was how the angel looked after the crash, I could only imagined what I looked like.

Patch seemed to be aware of the fact that I had awoken yet he did not respond to my investigatory glances. His face bore a look of quiet determination-determination to do what, I didn't know. The look frightened me a little and the fear forced my mind to swell with questions that I could not answer alone. Where were we going? Why hadn't he killed me yet? Did he still plan on killing me?

All of these questions needed answers and Patch was the only one who could answer them. But even though I wanted answers and it would be infinitely better for my stress level if I asked now, I couldn't bring myself to break the silence. The silence was safety. In the silence I could pretend that it was still the same Patch, that everything was fine.

The rain continued as we moved on, seemingly without direction. The road only stretched further and further with each step Patch took. He showed no signs of exhaustion even though he must have been carrying me for a fair while now. And even though I sorely wanted to prolong our silently romantic but highly strange walk, I couldn't help but shake the feeling that where ever we were headed, things weren't looking good for me. No matter how touching the gesture of saving me from dying in a Neon was, I couldn't help but think that Patch had an ulterior motive.

I said goodbye to the silence and opened my mouth, "You know you can put me down." At least once I begun to walk I would be able to gage my chances of escape.

Patch just kept moving, his face straight ahead. For a second I thought my words hadn't reached his ears but he answered after a minute, "broken ankle." Readjusting me in his arms as he spoke, his grip was becoming almost unbearably tight.

How the hell had I broken my ankle in a car crash? The ankle wasn't exactly the most exposed area. It just seemed impossible, and suddenly the pieces clicked. Knowing he would be able to hear my silent thoughts, I looked up at Patch for confirmation. He simply raised his eyebrows as he kept his eyes straight ahead.

I couldn't help but let out a gasp. So Patch had broken my ankle. Shattered my only real chance of escape. My breath quickened as I begun to understand the gravity of the situation I was in. The fact was that I probably wasn't going to escape, that I wasn't going to live. I'd never see my Mum or Vee again. Patch would simply make my body vanish and I would never be found.

Morbid thoughts continued to ravage my brain as I realised that we were no longer on the road. We were now walking-or in my case, being carried-across an open field. I strained my eyes, searching the night for what we could possibly be heading towards.

That's when I saw it. About 400 metres away from where we were stood a dilapidated old shack. As Patch continued forward at his steady pace the moonlight shown down into the cracks and crevices of the old building. It was weatherboard, a tiny box of a house. I could tell it had once been white but it was now closer to beige. There were broken wooden shutters hanging from the windows and fragments of shattered glass lay on the tiny porch that wrapped around the front. At one stage the shack may have been called an appealing cottage but now it stood dirty, worn and dejected.

Why the hell were we going there? It looked like a horror movie set. My fear and frustration begun to turn to anger as I squinted up at Patch. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' I mentally shouted at him. A slight smile appeared on his lips. Great, I amused him.

"Nora, you don't have to yell, we are about 2 centimetres apart if you hadn't noticed." He paused, his face looked pleased at the thought. 'And it's not like it's going to do you any good.'

I scrunched my face up into a look of defiance. I begun squirming in his arms, trying to make it as hard as possible for him to continue. Not only was I fed up with his games, I also figured that there was a reason he'd taken me from the crash and that reason was waiting in the house. The longer it took for us to get there, the better.

With this in mind I rigorously fought against his iron grip. The crash must have made him really hurt him because he was having a hard time holding me now that I had begun to put up a fight. Patch desperately tried to restrain me as I sharply twisted my body back and forth. His arms became weak and gave out. I fell to the ground with a loud thud. The sudden loss of my weight threw Patch of balance and he crashed to the ground next to me.

Instincts hitting me all at once, I launched myself up off the ground. But my instincts hadn't taken into account my recently broken limb, and I fell back before I had even half stood up. Not wanting to lose the opportunity I'd fought for, I crawled through the wet grass, pulling myself along by my elbows. I couldn't exactly see where I was going. The only thing that I could do was move away from Patch as fast as I could. And that's what I did, elbow by elbow.

I stole a glance back at Patch as I pushed myself forward. He was just sitting there. Unmoving. Unworried. Was I that small of a threat? I thought, slightly offended. Returning my gaze forward, I scrambled ahead. Something caught my foot and my elbows gave out from under me. I looked back to see what had caught me and saw nothing. I tried to free my foot but it stayed caught.

I took a glimpse back at Patch. He was just getting up now. I couldn't believe it. He casually started to walk over to me, as if it were a fine Summer's day. When he reached me, he crouched down beside me and closed his eyes. Shaking his head, exasperated, he sighed, "Nora…"

Opening his eyes up, he drew back his fist and brought it forward. Pain seared through my brain as it collided with my face. Violent flashes of colour crossed my vision. Black, red, blue. The grass before me morphed into the sky. Then the familiar feeling of numbness settled in, and darkness flooded my mind once again.