*cough* So, yeah.
It's been a while. But only like... two months.
...Whoops.
Sorry guys! I have had NO time to write, and I have had NO time to think of a better excuse! I know you've been hearing this a lot from me, but now that school's starting to come to a close and winter guard has finished, I will have a lot more time on my hands. And, to make it up to you guys for being so amazingly awesome and patient, I have three new chapters for you! Wahoo! Enjoy!
Anthony's Point of View
I didn't see Lucy after school today, so I couldn't give her a ride home. I went over to her house, and she wouldn't see me. I couldn't speak with her; or apologize for what I said.
I felt so awful about what happened; She's not a crazy bitch, she…she just scared me. I refused to believe her, in all her accusations. They couldn't be real…could they?
"No, of course not, Anthony, so stop worrying about it." Ian spoke quietly on his phone. To his mom, it was way too late to be on the phone. If she found out we were talking, he could get in a lot of trouble. I smirked. And it's only 11:30. "Whatever happened, I'm sure she's fine. Lucy just is a little excited."
"You mean, too in over her head?" I groaned.
"Maybe so."
Ian's voice was calm and soothing, like always. Unlike me, he never was frazzled. "Just give her some time."
"Fine," I sighed. I threw my unfinished homework with random scribbled numbers into my bag and plopped onto my bed.
"Atta boy." He joked, suppressing a yawn. "Hey, you're running with my tomorrow, right?"
Shit, I rolled my eyes, Tomorrow's Thursday, right? His stupid running day! "Yeah, I guess…"
"Thank you!" Ian giggled. I couldn't help but grin. I hate it when people make me smile when I don't want to.
"And, Tony?"
"Hm?"
"I promise you Lucy's cool. Whatever happened, I'm sure she's fine."
Lucy's Point of View
Well, Part of that was true. I was crazy, I was in over my head, but I was certainly NOT okay.
I awoke to the car hitting a pothole in the pavement. My head leaped up and collided with the car's interior. The fuck?...
Moaning in pain from the collision and my already throbbing head, I went to place my freezing cold hands on my burning forehead.
But they wouldn't go. What? I struggled to get my hands room behind my back, but something binded them. It was pitch-black, but I couldn't tell if that was because of where I was, or the blind-fold covering my eyes. Rubbing my fingers along, I realized it was a zip-tie latching them. Oh my God. Physically, I could feel the heart beat in my ears. What they hell is going on? What happened?
Claustrophobia built. Panic boiled and my breathing rate increased. Too close, too small, too tight! My free legs pushed against the low top of the trunk. They fell back down and hit the side, creating a loud thump. My tears stopped then. They might know I'm up. I have to be quiet. I have to calm down.
Think, Lucy. What happened to you that got you here? I pressed my eyes together in concentration. The last thing I remember seeing was… men (four maybe? The picture was so fuzzy…) crowding over me. I was on the floor, unable to move. But why couldn't I get up?
The driver slammed on the brakes. My body jolted forward by force, colliding with the side of the trunk. The engine stopped its constant roaring as it car parked. With my every useable sense, I tried my best to figure out where I was. I listened; it was quiet, wind blowing through the small holes in the car. Car doors slammed, and voices followed. A huge inhale and I smelled something incredibly familiar. My heart sunk.
The beach. I smelled the beach. Just like with Ziegler, they were going to erase me. They were going to kill me.
The trunk door flew open as a pair of hands grabbed the collar of my jacket. I gasped as I was lifted to my feet. The blind fold covered my ears as well; what were they saying?
I have to get away, I have to get away! Think, Lucy, think! Senses, senses, senses!
Wind! I'm on a beach, which way is the wind blowing?
It was straight on my face; that must mean the ocean was straight ahead. By the lightness of the air, I must have been on a cliff, most likely the same cliff from last time. Mumbling around me continued and I felt the grip on my jacket loosen. I need to get out of here, and I've got one shot.
With a burst of energy, my legs pressed against the pavement and sprang to the left. With my hands behind my back and completely blind, I ran in a mad sprint in some direction. The men behind me yelled and came after. Shoes on the road scratched to a halt as their owners jolted to a stop.
But I didn't.
My face crashed into hard rock. I heard my nose crack against the cliff as blood flowed down to my mouth. I must have been out for only a second, for the people chasing me had their hands on me in an instant. Once I opened my eyes again, the blind fold was off and a stared into the fuzzy , starry night.
What a beautiful night, I thought, with an ironic smile on my face. I coughed up blood. The blind fold was now on my neck and two men pressed my shoulders against the cliff to keep me from running, and also passing out again.
I got a good look at them. Once they realized what I was doing, one man reached into his pocket and pointed it towards me. He slipped out a gun that shined in the low moonlight. It was raised to my head.
Panicking in fear, I squirmed from underneath their grasp and screamed, "Stop it, stop it! Please, dear God, don't kill me!"
The cold tip on the gun fell and the hands on my shoulders loosened, leaving bruises. "Do you hear that?" one said. "She's British!" cried another.
My eyes finally readjusted from the collision. Four men in suits, I counted. In the back of the pack was Mr. Sievers who stared at me in fear and shock, slowly shaking his head.
On my right, a man grabbed my face and shoved it towards him. I squeaked when he yelled in my face, "Are you not from here, girl?!" I stared back, shaking. He squeezed harder. "Answer me!"
"No," I breathed. "I'm a foreign exchange student from England."
"To where?" He demanded. Sudden tension increased in the air as all eyes widened even more.
"Del Campo High School. I'm a senior."
Jaws dropped. I licked my lips that must have revealed so much. What did I say?
The hands on my face shoved me back to a front face.
All eyes looked to Mr. Sievers. "YOUR school, Sievers? Was she your student?"
"Well-"
Men crowded Sievers even more than me. "You knew she was British?!"
The same guy from the classroom, Andrews, placed a worried hand next to Mr. Sievers. "John, you didn't say she was your student or that she was foreign." He whispered.
Yest so I'm British! What's the big deal?! But I kept my mouth shut. Every second this went further, the longer I was alive.
"What do we do now?" One asked, fear trickling in his voice. "WE can't kill her. It will~"
"Ssh!" Hands slapped to my ears, compressing my hearing. Discombobulated, I picked out only 'not in front of her'.
Multiple mumbles followed. The ringing in my ears eventually stopped and, like it was underwater, I heard, "Fine. I'll schedule a meeting with Him." With a spring in his step, he walked back to the car, his phone pressed to his ear.
"A meeting…for what?" My voice quivered, but I covered it with a cough. I can't let them know I'm scared. Be brave, Lucy, be brave.
"Oh, you'll see," The man on my arm yanked me off the side of the cliff and tugged the blindfold back up, pulling my hair out of my head in the process. "You'll see."
"You know, you should just leave me here." I tried to convince them as I was half-ushered, half-dragged back to the car. "I don't know where I am. You could get rid of me now and forever."
"Oh, we don't want to just get rid of you now. WE have much bigger plans than that."
"Like what?" My knee hit the car. I grumbled at the pain and the fact he didn't answer my question.
"Get in." His meaty hand gripped the back of my head and forced it down. I smelled the familiar rancid carpet. The trunk again.
"No!" I screamed and kicked, doing my best to get out. "Please, not the trunk, I'm claustrophobic!"
The trunk closed behind me with a click. I kicked the car and screamed, my back colliding with the ceiling. "Stop it! Stop it! Let me out, I'm claustrophobic!"
In a matter of seconds, the door reopened, and I almost felt relieved. "I can solve this. Easy." Once again, cool and opened air touched my face. I seized the moment and used my legs to bound out.
But I didn't make it. The butt of his gun smashed the side of my temple. I was out once more.