Chapter 7- Holding Out
Edward starred at where I was standing, hoping I would return, but I didn't. He ran outside yelling my name, but I wasn't there. "Bella! Where are you?"
I was thrown to the floor by a mysterious figure.
"Where am I? Who are you?" I asked the figure.
"I am your worst nightmare. You are at my house, you will never get out. Only I can set you free, which I will never do for what you did to me. Remember me now?" He stepped out the darkness and I saw a man who I used to know.
"JEFF?! Is that you? Why did you bring me here?" He was confused at my expression, but then made a half-smile nearly laughing.
"I brought you here for wrecking my life, for making my life like I was in Hades Underworld."
"What? That's all?" I was confused. "Was me being your girlfriend for a measly three months wrecked your life? Or was it for wrecking your hot rod car?"
"For everything you did to make my life miserable! You ruined everything!" He then kicked my gut and punched me towards the cold metal pole in the middle of the room. I was out cold for a while, but when I woke up, I was tied to the pole with both my hands and feet tied.
"This is stupid, Jeff, let me make it up to you instead of killing me." I was irritated. "Why do you want to kill me anyway? I just wrecked your car; you even told me it was like twenty bucks a month for rent. That's twenty bucks." I emphasized the word bucks at him.
"That is true, but for the wreckage it cost me my whole college money!"
"So, what."
"SO, WHAT? THAT IS OVER FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS!" He calmed down a bit. "Now… I'm going to wreck your life." He stood behind me with a knife in his hand, right near my throat. I need help, a hero, I need Edward!
Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
Chorus:
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off feet
Chorus
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood
Chorus
I was breathing heavily, I knew I going to die sooner or later, but not that soon. I felt a tear leaving my eye, as he began to cut. Then a loud scream happened from him, nearly making me deaf as I heard someone say, "RUN!"
I was running as fast as I could to the forest. I was now deep into the woods; it was pitch black, except for the glistening moon. I rested for a minute or two as I sat on the cold floor. Then I fell into a deep sleep in the shadowy night.