Story: Confessions of a Broken Heart
Chapter six : Shotless Sereno
By:TwistedXmo
Gwen's Point of View now;
I walk in, feeling Trent warms embrace in the palm of my left hand, I smiled. We strolled in hearing the golden ring on the top of the door, I glazed at Trent. "Charming," I teased as Trent did a slight chuckle.
We heard the noise of mixture into the burning of the hot metals crashing into the scalps. The noise was peaceful to me, remembering my dad and uncle working on the cars for hours, it was better than hearing my dad and mother hostility over the pointless fights every night, the noise, smell, and sight was the only highlight of the thing I loved about my childhood, other than finding a new friend, Duncan.
We seen a man appear, he was tall, very slim, with short red hair and freckles with the jumpsuit on with a name tag named Dylan."Hey sir, Do you know where Jonathan is at?" Trent asked this young guy. The man nodded. "I'll get him, hold up." Trent agreed and pulled up a seat next to me."Is Jonathan your best friend?" I asked. "Um, no? Why'd you think that?" Trent asked with a slight frown. "Because, you could have asked Dylan for the car." I heard Trent sigh escape his thin mouth as he rolled his eyes. "He's a good guy." "You don't even know him." I stated. "Well, he knows what I am going thru, actually he has been thru it."
"What exactly are you going thru?" I asked specially. "Nothing," He mumbled. "So it's about me? Isn't it?" I crossed my arms around me, gawking at him. "Gwen. Not now.""So it is! What did I even do?" I shouted mostly to overcome the sounds of the guys, working on their cars when suddenly it was a long pause. I didn't speak, neither did he, should I just leave, nor do I stay? "We used to be…" Trent gently picked up his hand reaching to mine and I grabbed it. He looked into my eyes and whispered "In love." Trent spoke. I sighed, filling the tears in my eyes and nodded. "I know."
I heard a loud door slam as I seen a man wiping his face with a dirty rag and said threw it. "Trent you ready?" he asked. I looked over at Trent as he smiled. "Hell yeah, thanks Jonathan." Trent stood up and walked over to him and I seen the man uncover his face and notice it wasn't a normal Jonathan, it was the Jonathan, the one I call, my father.
Trent's Point Of View;
I looked at John, staring in back of me, shocked, stunned and I turned around giving him the same look. I looked back at John and he shook his cranium. "Well is this that girl you were talking about Trent?" he asked grinning.
I nodded and lifted my hand up. "Come on Gwen." Gwen just stared still blankly at John, I did a tense laugh. "Gwen, don't be shy." and yanked her arm up to John.
"Nice to meet you, young lady." John did a chortle as Gwen just strangled out. "Ah um." "So Trent, you into cars boy?" John questioned as I shook my head amused. "Oh no sir, I'm more into music... But Gwen is here!" I wrapped my arm around her small corpse as she was quite still. "Is that right lad?" He asked Gwen as she whispered. "Kind of," "Well, I was wondering miss Gwen, if you can help a fella out?" John asked. "With what?" I asked feeling Gwen holding my hand tighter than before.
"Since the lady got really petite hands, I can't reach my hand into the fuel pump in this 1950's classic car, so since Miss Gwendolyn is really into cars and what not, I was wondering if you can be assistance?"I laughed. "Oh sure she can! She always helps fix my ride, she wouldn't mind!" I laughed and Gwen looked at me, like I did the worst thing ever and seen her frown appear. "Please Trent, I want to leave." She began.
"Come on miss, It will only be a second." John spoke while grinning. Gwen was shaking slightly as I grunted. "Gwen please just do it, we have to go to school soon." Soon the tall red head name Dylan re-enter the room as John spoke up. "Look Dylan, We found the girl to help fix are 50's classic candy apple red ride."
Dylan looked confused and in a split second he understood, "Oh really? That's great, Let me show you guys." She looked at me and said. "How about you just hurry and go to school, this might take a while." She gaze her eyes back at John and Dylan, who seem to be laughing at this."I'm not leavei-" Soon, I got cut off. "Just leave, I don't want you here anyways!" She yelled punching me dead in my arm as she let go of my hand and walking away.
"Gwen!" I cried, as she stopped appeared back at me with tears in her eyes. "Goodbye." She whispered and went into the back room with Dylan."Gwen!" I cried once more about to go in the room as I felt a brawny mighty hand grab my shoulder and said. "She'll be ok, she's maybe got those "Mood swings," all girls get them, its normal.""I hope so, I never seen her so barmy, Yet crushed." I sighed as Jonathan began to express amusement. "I'm sure she'll be fine, But in the meantime, how about you get your ride in the garage?" "Ok. Thanks." I simply replied. "Mhm." John said and threw me some old rusty keys that had the number written on it 7. "Go to Storage Seven and get your car, the keys should be next to the door.I nodded and left getting my car and thinking about Gwen, my Gwen...Why, oh why must she be so fuming?
Gwen's point of view;
I couldn't get Trent impair, I couldn't have him deal with my problems it's not his fault falling in love with me, it's mine, I should have never said yes to him to get a milkshake at the old diner near his house on my first day at his old school, but I did. I regret everything I did with Trent to have him harm. I really hope my dad doesn't touch Trent and leaves him alone.
As soon I was alone, I felt arms drape over me strongly and felt his grimy hands on my small mouth. "Nnngge!" I cried but of course, no one can hear. He started laughing but didn't say a word and toss me over to face him and then I felt full force in his knee into kicking me into the chest and I fall, into a deep slumber.
My nightmare had me being little, yet again, hiding in my closet and daddy finally finding the key I hid from him and heard the door locking and hearing him say. "Wake up baby." And felt cold freezing water hitting me and waking up. I wake up being wet and on the cold ground gasping for air and hear him laughing more. "Wow, can't handle water?" I tried moving my arms but I was tied up also my legs, with a rag in my mouth, a dirty rag I will add.
"Ahhhe!" I cried but again, couldn't speak. I soon saw my father grabbing a chair and sitting in front of me. "It's been years, hasn't it Princess?" Hearing that name again makes me want to throw up. I lock my eyes as I heard him grumble.I reopen them and felt him slapping me. "I'm sick of your attitude lady!" I felt my right side of my face throbbing hard. I wanted to bawl, but couldn't. I felt his hard hand yanking the rag out of my mouth and I said. "Where's Trent?" I asked. "Left, won't be back, for good." I sighed in relief. I wanted to say great, but knowing my father he would have gotten angry."How's your mother?" he yowled I nodded. "Fine," "I hope she rots in hell for being a filthy whor-"My father said as I cut him off. "I hope you rot in hell you sick mother fucker!" I screeched and then I felt his jagged hand slapping into my face as I yelped.
"Don't mess with me Gwendolyn!" he screamed. "Boss!" A male yelled into the next room. "What now?" he cried. "Trent is coming back!" He snickered."Shit, Kay lets go and tell him Gwen left already." Dylan nodded and they left me their all alone.
I was still tied up but with the rag out of my mouth I suddenly felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I struggled to get my sidekick phone out and notice it was Duncan, I didn't read the text he sent just hurried and called him."Hello?" Duncan asked confused. I started panting breathing for some air. "Duncan, help me help, me help me!" I cried.
"Babe what's wrong?" Duncan sweetly asked, I didn't want to make a noise I didn't want my dad to hear but I just hurried and spoke. "Auto shop… He's here…. Basement." And then felt a metal chair crashing in the back of my head and my phone flew out my hands and my dad stepped on it and broke it into pieces. "You're dead." He warned and I screamed.
I fainted from being so scared and woke up hearing my father and someone else talking. My father turned around at an old hard drive and flicker it on, I seen around four cameras and their I seen my green hair delinquent, Duncan. Of course my stupidity said his name out loud. "Duncan?" I whimpered. Just then it got dead quite and my father inquired. "You remember him?"I shook my head and he chuckled some more. "You're a bad liar Princess . . . Hey keep an eye on her; I'm going make Duncan feel comfortable here." And with that he left the basement and into the shop as I began to cry.
"Don't hurt him..." I sniveled.
*Back to the present*
Trent's point of view
John shook his head slightly laughing like a psycho. "Ok, this is getting really monotonous." And out he pulled out a Snapper gun, two of them pointing at me and Duncan. "No one move." He warned.
I look at Duncan. "What did you do Duncan!" I yelled at Duncan. Duncan looked at me surprised. "What the hell are you talking about!" He shouted back. "Shut it!" John spoke. He looked at me and said. "I thought you left Trent?" He asked. "I didn't want to leave without Gwen." I spoke slowly and he laughed once again. "Awe, Puppy love? How pathetic." He shrugged. I just then hear Duncan chuckle. Jonathan looked at him and laughed. "Why you laughing Duncan, I know you and Gwen had a thing."
I glared at Duncan. As Duncan eyes widen. "Are you serious? We were like eight." John sighed. "Whatever like I care, all I care about is getting revenge for what my ex wife done to my heart." "So let us go jackass!" Duncan yelled. John pointed the gun to him. "Shut up you little brat!" Duncan did what he said and shut up. I looked around trying to find Gwen and notice she was nowhere in sight. "Where's Gwen?" I asked. John laughed. "None of your business." I glared at him. "Don't hurt her..." "Don't tell me what I want to do." He laughed. I looked at Duncan as Duncan looked at me. Not scare but trying to tell me something. I didn't understand his eye movement but all I knew that Duncan was staring at the gun in john's hands and I looked at him confused, still not understanding what Duncan wanted to do.
Suddenly everything happen to fast I notice Duncan tackling John as john fall into the ground. "Ah!" and I heard it a gunshot and notice Duncan face go pale and drop into the ground. But then I heard Jonathan scream. "Ah crap!" and heard the sound of something sharp going into someone's skin. I just then see Duncan getting up and looked at me. "Dude you okay?" I asked. He shook his head. "We need to find her." And Duncan staring Ran into the back. As soon as Duncan was out of sight John popped his head up and looked at me pulled out another gun in his jacket and then I froze, I swore I didn't even hear the bullet but only felt it going into me. I felt nothing in my body and I fell into the ground whimpering for pain and looked at John smirking at me and then m eyes shut
"Duncan!" I cried and then he disappeared.
Gwen's Point Of View;
I sat there in tears knowing this is the end for me. I looked at my last sight for living in this cold dirty basement. My father... will kill me, cut up my body parts and let them burn into ashes; he was a twisted man, that was in love to much with a women that didn't feel the same for him. I just heard a thump from underneath and then I heard it. A gun shot. I just thought of Duncan. Him dead. I shut my eyes, that wasn't the best imagine in my head. Seeing my best friend die, and because of what? Me?
I shut my eyes more I wish I can disappear on this face of earth and just leave and let everyone go that I need to hold on to. I wish I took that gun shot over Duncan, I feel like I'm worthless. It's ok Duncan, I know dying is your biggest fear, I remember when we talked about it when we was young, But let you know for a fact, that I will be their shortly whenever you're at, in the other life, I'll be there too knowing I'm here for you and want to thank you for everything my dearest best friend, Duncan.
I heard loud footsteps and notice the door was locked and heard a cry of pain and see Duncan appear. "Sweetheart?" He cried. I saw him with a stain shirt with blood dripping off his right hip as I stared at him with tears in my eyes.
"Duncan!" I questioned. He ran to me holding me for dear life. I felt the blood dripping onto my skin but didn't care. "We need to get you help." I told Duncan he only shook his head. "I'm fine, don't worry about me… sweetheart." I could tell Duncan was breathless the blood slowly leaving his body. Duncan pulls out his pocket knife and flips it open where my eye caught sight of the blood dipping along the edges of it. "Who did you harm?" I asked. Duncan didn't say anything while cutting the rope off of me and helped me up. "Duncan, who did you harm?" I asked again he mumbled. "John." I sighed. Even thought my father should die for what he has done I still love that man.
I see Duncan break the glass into the basement window and looked at me. "Come on." I nodded as he gave me a boost in the window. As soon as we got outside Duncan fainted "Gwen." He whispered. "I need to tell... you something..." he grunted as he grabed his side. "I..I..." his eyes shut as I cried more. "Duncan, don't leave me, I need you, and Duncan please no!" I cried but nothing happen. I hurried and threw Duncan's arm around my shoulders as we entered in his car. I grabbed his keys and turned it on as I pulled out I notice my car was still in the parking lot, maybe Trent walked to school, who knows?
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