Okay so I decided to take the advice of Darkness Takes Over and added more description and more of the character's thoughts. So I hope this chapter is good. Anyways enjoy!
Chapter 3
Friends' help
That fucker wants to mess with my mind, fine. I'll play his sick game. I'm not scared of him, even though he somehow tries to bring out the fear in me. Who does he think he is? He's just a burnt guy, with razor sharp blades on his gloved right hand.
Nothing to worry about, right?
"Hey…" I look up from my tray as I see the sun glisten of off Candice's orange hair.
I notice that her lackeys aren't around. They probably went off to squander elsewhere. Why would she come here alone anyways? Her friends would never leave her side. What gives? Did they decide that she wasn't worth hanging around?
We stare at each other for awhile, feeling that words wouldn't help how we feel rather than are actions. Is she going to thank me or act like a selfish bitch she is? She bites her lip as if she was waiting for me to respond. Maybe I don't feel like responding, did she ever think of that? My theory is no.
She sighs. "Thanks…" her eyes glance away like she really doesn't give a shit.
I'm going to make her care. "For what?" I cross my arms and lean back in my chair as I stare her, with the same stare I gave her when she smiled her wicked smile in history class.
She looks around to see if anybody is watching. Some people are, but others could care less. She pulls the chair out, in front of me, and sits down, with her eyes glued to the table, not wanting to make any eye contact. That kind of ticked me off. Her eyes not looking at me, made me assume she thought I am nothing more than garbage.
Typical girl.
Usually, when a girl thinks she's high and mighty, others are trash. Unless they support them, making feel who they think they are, there will be haters. People like her will frown upon them, making people like me feel like nothing. I'm not one of those people, not anymore.
Revenge isn't the right answer, because it's like fighting fire with fire. I feel more tired how she was treating me and how Kruger has been fucking with me three times yesterday. I'm so sick of it.
I might as well stand up for who I am and how it should be. That's what I'm going to do today.
"Thanks for saving my life." She mumbled.
I lean forward and put a hand on my ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. What was it again?"
I smiled mockingly at her, so she could see what it feels like to be mean to someone. She was still looking down at the table, nervously, but I didn't care. This way it will show her how it feels.
She lifts her head, making her green eyes looking into my hazel eyes. I could tell she doesn't want to say it, the way her teeth are grinding. If she did people would hear her admit how weak she sounds and we can't have that. My smile widens at the thought of it.
"I said thank you for saving my life, what more do you want for me?" I move my hand away from my ear smiling.
I can tell how weak she looks, even by trying to cover it up, but it still seeps through. "I want you to stop picking on other people just to make yourself feel better." I gave it to her straightforward, not wanting her to think she can thank me and move on.
I'm not like that.
Trying to be nice to people like her doesn't cut it. Believe me. Just the way she acts makes people understand her more. It's safe to say, you need to add a little force to it, in order for bad habits to change.
She looks around and notice more people staring at us, but I don't care. "Okay, okay. You got it. Just accept my thanks already."
I lean back in my chair again, crossing my arms. "Okay." She then got up from the chair and walking away. "Hey." She looked back at me, curious. "You're welcome." She nodded and walked away as her footsteps echoed on the tile floor.
Hopefully she wasn't lying, but know girls like her, they usually do. I sighed not caring. I got up from my chair and threw my tray away. I wasn't hungry any more. I went to walk back to my table, to grab my backpack since the bell was about to ring. I didn't want to be late to history class.
Suddenly, someone's hand was on my shoulder. I felt fear shoot through me. My instincts soon kicked in. I knocked their hand off and turn around.
"Don't you dare-" I stopped speaking, when I saw Quentin.
My mouth went dry and my heart started pounding, hard. Not by fear, but by something more. I hated the fact that every time I was around him, he would make me a softie. But, isn't that a girl's instinct? When she loves a male, her emotions go crazy? There are some women out in the word that would disagree, because they're lesbian.
I'm not.
In other words, I have to accept my emotions the way they are. Even though I prefer not to show them, I bet he can tell they seep through. Or maybe he can't. What if he doesn't love me back, if I tell him? I can't tell him. He might think I'm desperate and I'm not desperate.
Ever.
"Sorry about that." His green eyes looking into mine made me melt again.
I hate my soft side. She needs to take a chill pill. Seriously, she doesn't make me for I truly am.
"It's… It's fine." My mouth still feeling a bit dry, I'm allowed to only speak two words.
What is wrong with me?
He sighed. "Great." I'm confused.
Did he expect me to think badly of him? The new me would never do that. I'm sorry, I'm just not that critical to people. That would make me feel shallow. I don't like shallow people. I remember when I didn't know him that well, I would have usually done that, but since he's cute… My personality has changed a bit since I met him and it's only been a day.
I heard footsteps, plopping down the hall. I could tell she was running. I looked around and noticed that the cafeteria was clear. Great, now I'm late for class. She's probably heading to class without me.
"Hey." I looked to my left and saw Nancy catching her breath.
I was shocked. "What are you doing here? Should we be in class?" She looked at me and smiled.
"I told the history teacher that you were sick and I have to take your home. He told me were excused for the rest of the day." I blinked.
I never expected a teacher to do that. Usually a teacher would count you tardy or absent. Then again, some of them could have cared less. I'm surprised how nice our teacher is than he looks to be. Well, I can't really tell with him. He has one of those poker faces, when it comes to telling how he feels. He could feel mad, happy, upset, etc and still look plain. Having a hard time showing it, still doesn't help the person know how you feel.
I looked a Quentin. "What about you?" He put his hands in his pockets, looking smug.
"I skipped." I really didn't expect the rebel out of him.
He kind of acted like he was trying to impress me, damn him. Somewhere deep inside of me, it was working and I didn't like it at all.
His charm just does things to me. Ugh, why do I have to be this way? I looked at Nancy, realizing something. Don't girls usually act jealous, when it comes to a girl talking to their guy? I think so. I just don't understand why she's acting more like friends, when he clearly is smiling at me, technically flirting with me, and touching me, grabbing my hand or wrist. Wouldn't she be even slightly jealous? I assume not by how friendly she's acting.
Another thought came to mind. Are they even dating? I notice he kind of acts the same way to her as he does me. Maybe I should ask them, but that would kind of be too personal.
"I have you found out-"
"Are you guys even dating?" I interrupt Nancy, while remembering that the new me doesn't care if I get too personal.
She blinked. "What?" I noticed Quentin was just staring me in shock.
He must be thinking 'Why would she bring that up?' My answer would be 'I did because I wanted to.'
"You heard me." I also don't like repeating myself.
People should know once you say something, they actually heard you, but decide that they didn't. Nancy knows what I said she just doesn't want to admit it. Come on, Nancy. I know you know what I said. I'm not stupid.
She got closer to me. "Why would you say that?" She said like she didn't even want to talk about it.
Was their relationship bad? I'm sorry if it was, but he sure acts like you guys still are. I don't really care how close she is to me; I'm not scared of her. I'm not scared of anybody. Actually, I could care less.
"What am I not supposed to know?" I glare at her.
She sighs. "I just…" She rubbed the back of her neck, with her hand. "I haven't really thought about dating since Freddy came along. It's really taken a toll on me." She looked away.
I felt guilt in my stomach. I didn't know what he's done to her, but somehow I know it wasn't good. Knowing Kruger, nothing goes good. I guess she knew what it feels like, when that little fucker messes with you, non-stop. He probably is going to mess with me some more tonight. Great. At least I'll be ready for it, this time, because last time sucked badly.
I placed my hand on her shoulder. "Hey." She looked at me. "I'm sorry, I just thought… since you guys hang out together more often…" She smiled at me.
"That's okay. Most people assume we are too, but in reality we aren't." I looked at Quentin and see him smiling at me.
So he does like me. I knew it. With all those signs he was giving me since the first day I met him, I just knew.
"Anyways," Nancy voice draws me back to her and I remove my hand from her shoulder. "What did you find out?" That question reminded what he did to me, his voice stuck in my head.
You're mine and you know it.
Him calming me as his, leaving marks on me, and almost trying to get physical with me. That plagued me, deeply. What was he going to do next? I had a feeling I knew what he was going to do and I didn't like it.
I glance at my white short dress. It looks good and all, along with the black tights and flats, but I should reconsider my thought better. If he catches me in this, who knows what pervy things he'll do to me.
I look up at her and Quentin and she seem curious. I sigh.
"He's after me." I mumble.
"What?" Nancy is confused.
"He's after me, okay!" I raise my voice.
They look at me shocked. "Why?" Nancy didn't seem to understand.
I feel like I'm going to mental breakdown, but I push it aside. "I don't know. I tried asking him, but he said he I belonged to him." I feel my sadness try to come up, but I won't let it.
"Did he…" Quentin eyes went wide and Nancy gasped.
"I'm so sorry." Nancy put her hand on my shoulder.
I suck in some extra air to calm myself down. "It's okay. He didn't get to tempt it, before he woke up, but just the thought of him almost doing it to me…"
I never felt like this before. I usually suck up and move on, but him… him… doing these things to me has set something off in me. He's just a sick messed up fuck, that likes messing with me and I don't know if part of me can handle this.
"I know, I know." She pats my shoulder as I feel my body start to relieve itself from all this sadness.
Her touch just cheers me up. I guess Nancy isn't that lame than I thought she was. Something about her seems inviting and comforting. I smile at her.
"Thanks, Nancy." She smiles her warm smile.
"You know what?" She removes her hand from my shoulder and look at both of us. "I think we should show him who's boss." I liked her boldness.
Quentin was shocked. "Are you crazy? You know what happened last time?" She looked at him.
"I know, but I think it would be good if she had some help." He looked at me and smiled.
"That is what friends are for." I smiled back.
Friends? I think we are more the friends Quentin.
We went into the nurse's office and looked around to see if the cost was clear. It was. Nancy then shut the door behind us and locked it, so no one else could come in. Just us. I walked over to one of the beds and slipped myself in between the covers. I saw Nancy lay in the other bed next to me. As for Quentin, he sat in the chair close to me, realizing there are only two small beds.
"Well, sleep tight guys." Nancy nodded as Quentin smiled.
They'll sleep good, hopefully. I know we can do this. Kruger isn't that strong. If we work together, he'll be gone. Forever.
When I rested my head on the, fluffy soft, pillow. I drifted to sleep faster than normal. Waking up in the same room I was sleeping in. I got up from the bed and started walking on the title same floor. Taking a look at my surroundings, I didn't see Nancy or Quentin anywhere.
"Nancy? Quentin?" I was getting worried.
Chloe…
I heard her voice call me back. "Nancy? Where are you?" She has to be around here somewhere.
Why wouldn't she show up like she said she would?
"Excuse me…" I turned around and gasped, but felt relieved when I saw a little girl.
She has the same black hair as me and was wearing a different white dress. Could it be? Is it Nancy? I squatted down to her level.
"Who might you be?" She giggled.
"My name is Nancy." Wow, so this is what Nancy looked like, when she was just a little girl.
She's actually cute.
She walked around me and I heard her shoes tap on the ground. I looked behind me and saw an open doorway that wasn't there before. This can't be good. But, I can just stay in the room. I need to find little Nancy and hopefully find the Nancy I know. I stood up straight and started walking through the door way. The lights started flickering, but I just continued walking.
"Nancy?" I shouted. "Where are you?" The flickering light was ticking me off, but the hallway being silent didn't feel good.
She's has to be here somewhere. She wouldn't just keep a promise then decide to ditch me. Would she? I shook my head from that though. No, that's not true. She treats me like a friend and friends don't ditch each other. If they did, they aren't friends at all.
Suddenly, I heard little Nancy's giggles. I turned around and saw her walking through another hallway.
"Nancy, wait!" I ran behind her, following the sound of her footsteps.
Suddenly, the hallway started getting narrower and it changed into something else I never seen before. I noticed the classrooms were smaller too. This isn't Springwood High school. This is an elementary school. But, what would have happened here, for me to end up in such a place? I looked around the place and didn't see nor hear little Nancy.
Where is she?
I decided to go the other direction, in order to find her myself. "Well, it looks like I'm on my own." I mumbled.
I don't know how longs it's been. Minuets… maybe Hours, before I heard screaming. It sounded like Nancy.
"Don't worry, Nancy!" I shouted. "I'm coming!" I followed the sound of her voice, until I reach some stairs.
I heard voices. "Please stop… it hurts…" I could tell that was little Nancy.
"Shh, it's okay… just don't scream… it's almost over." I gasped at what was happening, feeling fear consume me, but I go down the stairs anyway.
I feel so bad for Nancy and what he did to her. She was only just I child. That sick bastard! I'm going to make him pay for what he's done to her, he'll see. He's going to get what he deserves, once and for all.
Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I see little Nancy crying, her little dress scratched up, and blood seeping to the floor. He took her innocence away. Just like that. That bastard! I run over to little Nancy, not caring if he sees me. She looks at me all upset and holds me tight. I wrap my hands around her and pat her back.
"It's okay. You're safe now. I'll protect you." I heard his evil laugh.
"You think you'll protect her?" I look up at him angry.
I really didn't want to talk to him right now. What he did to her has set me off into a frenzy. I just hate hearing to what he has to say. It pisses me off.
He examined his claw hand. "What's done is done." I stare back at little Nancy, but she's nowhere in sight.
"You little fucker, you tricked me!" He chuckles.
I stood up and looked around the room for something to use a weapon. There wasn't anything. Well, I might as well take him head on. Nothing like a little old brawl should do it. I ran to him as fast as I could and started swinging my arms, but he jumped back from me.
"Ooh, someone's feisty." He chuckled and started slashing at me, but I ducked, making him miss.
He turned around and showed his claw hand at me, backing me to his work table. I tried to get around him, but he pinned me. I struggled to get out of his grasp, but it was no use. Again I was trapped by him.
He leaned into me as I turned my head away and felt his burnt tongue touch my cheek. I screamed as I felt it lick my cheek.
"Mine now, little piggy." I turned to look at him and saw him raise his claw up in the air.
I felt fear shoot through me. Is this the end of me? I shielded myself for the blow, but it never came. I moved my arms away from my face and see Kruger gone. Was he tricking me again? What's going on here?
"Chloe?" I looked and saw Nancy.
"Nancy!" I said happily.
I ran over to her and we hugged. I let go of her and smiled.
"Where were you?" I asked her. "I was looking all over for you."
"It took me awhile to find you too. The place started to change, but I couldn't find you until I heard your screams, so I immediately came here and saw you on the table." I was relieved that he didn't touch her.
"You'll never believe what happened to me." Nancy nodded.
"You can tell me later, but first we need to find Quentin." I nodded back.
Anyways, this is all I have now. I hope you'll guys like the next chapter. It will have some rave that you'll never forget. Until then :)