AN: So, I should get a lot done on this story and 'The Power of Love' today since it's raining and I'm stuck inside at an alternate school that really doesn't care if you do the work here, as long as you hand it all in on certain dates. Freaking awesome.
ANYWAYS. This chapter is in my oc, Aurora's point of view.
And for those of you who are confused, everything will be cleared about her in chapter 4 when it's done.
As always, enjoy~!
- Harry, on April 18th.
AURORA'S POV
Everything hurts. Seriously, how much pain is this? Is this like childbirth? I really hope not. Yeah, it may be a thing of beauty, but pain isn't beauty, it's weakness. What happened?
I slowly open my eyes. Everything's blurry at first, but after a few blinks it's crystal clear. I'm in a living room, with books and papers everywhere. An old guy is sitting on the desk that looks like it's in front of a fireplace, and a guy is sitting on the coffee table facing me. He's holding a towel on my head, I guess I was bleeding. I have to get out of here. These people could be dangerous. Oh god. I've been kidnapped. These people are murderers and I'm going to die.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Trying to sit up, key word being trying, the tall guy gently pushed me back down.
"Whoa, whoa. You need to rest, okay? I'm Sam, that's Bobby. There's another guy, his name is Dean, he's around here somewhere. We're in South Dakota. What do you remember?" Sam tried to make me comfortable by sitting me against the armrest. It kind of helped, I could see my surroundings better. My head felt like it was going to explode.
I felt like I was going to get sick. Closing my eyes, I took in a few deep breaths. Sam seemed to notice this, because I heard him say 'bucket' out loud. Soon enough, there was a bucket beside me, and I promptly emptied my stomach contents in it. Sam held my hair out of the way while I held the bucket. When I was done, he handed me a glass of water. I rinsed my mouth out, and spit it into the bucket as well.
Being in no condition to fight these guys, I resorted to begging. Maybe tears would help me here.
"Please, let me go home... I haven't done anything wrong. Please..." I croaked out, throat scratchy from the dry heaving. Tears were threatening to overflow. I just wanted to go home. To my family. Mom, Dad and Wyatt, my older brother. To the two storey house with a typical American family. "I won't call the cops. Please, I have a family."
Sam looked over to Bobby, with a sad look on his face. The old guy shook his head, and Sam gave me a tight lipped smile.
"Look, Kid. You were hit by a car. You need to rest, so it's better if you stay here for a few days." Bobby said from the doorway. Sam looked down, almost looking guilty. He'd better feel guilty. These guys are going to kill me. Oh no. I'm going to die.
"I'm going to die here, aren't I? You're going to kill me. Oh god, I'm never going to see my family again. What do you guys want with me?! If it's money, I can hook you up, I swear!" The tears finally won the battle, and were doing victory laps down my cheeks. Sam reached out to wipe the tears, but I flinched away into the couch. He frowned and put his hands on his knees.
"We're not going to kill you..."
"If we wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be talking right now." Some other guy said while walking over the desk. That must be Dean, that means one more person to sneak past, or to outrun. My luck just keeps getting worse. I looked to Sam, he seemed like the only one who was actually understanding, and I looked at him wide eyed. He cleared his throat, and glared at Dean. Returning his attention to me, he tried to smile lightly.
"We won't hurt you. Actually, we're doing the opposite. We're here to help you, okay?" I nodded at his question, not wanting to talk anymore. I just wanted to wake up from this nightmare.