WestSide Story From Hell
Chapter 21
Nel held her breath as she tried listening to the sounds inside her home. It was quiet, the only noise that would even make her assume that someone was in her house was the front door creaking. She slowly stood up and shakily leaned her ear against the door. She stood there waiting for a noise; for something, anything, to happen.
She stood there and listened for a while, but there were no signs of any life behind the door. Sighing, she shook her head, still a little jumpy. She locked the door, didn't she? No one could possibly get in, she thought as a large thump was heard against the door.
She jumped and took several steps backwards, sliding her hand against the wall trying to find something to hold onto so she couldn't fall, and she flipped the switches. She fell onto the floor as several lights came on and a little train made its noise around her bed.
She hurriedly reached to turn off the switches, but the damage was already done. By the time she turned it off, the banging on the other side of the door was already loud and continuous.
She frantically searched for a place to hide. Spotting the window, she hurriedly ran to open it.
Szayel stood over Grimmjow. His foot was basically a goner. There would be no way for him to ever use it properly again. Unless of course, someone had the ability to heal, he thought to himself. He debated on just removing his foot so it wouldn't be in the way or to just wait until he woke so he could choose. In the end, he decided to wait as he wrapped Grimmjow's foot together to stop any bleeding that might happen in the next few hours.
He took a step back and watched him. Tremors shook through Grimmjow's body as this look of pain was stretched across his face. A buzz on the table shook Szayel out of his trance.
Confusion and annoyance etched across his face as he turned around to find out where the noise was coming from. On one of his metal tables was a pile full of stuff: a wallet, cellphone, stray coins, little pictures; anything imaginable. He picked up the phone, reading the ID name.
NELIEL
He scoffed and almost put the phone down. Looking back at the phone, he realized that there were multiple rumors of them being together. If they were together, it would be a nice thing to do to let her know what had happened.
Not that he was nice or anything, he thought with the wave of his hand. Nice, ha! That was a new word to describe him as. He bit his lip looking back down at Grimmjow's phone. It really wouldn't hurt anything.
"Hello?" He said into the phone as he answered it. The other line was silent. He clucked his tongue inside his mouth.
"Hello?" He repeated slightly annoyed. Maybe this was a waste of time. Sighing exasperated into the speaker, he removed it from his face. Right before he ended the call, something caught his attention.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
He leaned even closer to the phone now; concentrating on the sound. Each new "thump" was gradually getting louder. His eyes zeroed in on Grimmjow's face when he noticed that Grimmjow was awake and staring at him.
"Are you still in—,"
Thump.
"—pain?" He asked softly, still entranced by the noise on the other line.
"What are you doing with my phone?" Grimmjow said numbly. Szayel stood there tempted to tell him. But if he told him, how would be figure this out himself? He wanted to find out first. He didn't want to share.
Thump.
"A blocked number called." He lied steadily, trying not to show any hint of insecurity behind his lie.
Thump.
"Why are you listening so intently to a random number?" Grimmjow asked still as numb and dull voiced as before. Szayel swallowed the lump that was beginning to grow in his throat. He hadn't realized that he was pulling the phone closer and harder to his ear.
Thump.
"Their salesperson sounds...intriguing." He said slowly, flinching at how choppy he sounded.
Thump.
He watched Grimmjow's mouth move, but he couldn't heard it. The thump had changed. It wasn't a steady slow thump, it was harder. Heavier.
"Szayel." Grimmjow called out his name once more.
Thump.
"Oh. Yeah?" He said, trying to smile his lack of attention off.
Thump.
"Give me the phone." Grimmjow said with a little more edge to his voice, becoming slightly more awake to his surroundings. Szayel made a split decision.
Thump.
"No."
Thump.
"Give me the phone, Szayel."
Thump.
"No."
Thump.
As the thumping continued to grow louder, Grimmjow and Szayel stared each other down. Grimmjow's eyesight wavered occasionally by all the drugs that were in his system whist Szayel's eyes flickered every now and then by the sheer presence of Grimmjow.
Szayel saw a flash of light before he knew what was coming. Grimmjow had flashed to him, thrusting all his weight on him, he fell backwards to the floor.
He gasped for breath as he saw Grimmjow shake off the confusion that came with moving too fast while on pain medicated drugs. Szayel tried getting him off, but Grimmjow was the bigger guy. He held the advantage.
"Phone." He said one more time with an angry look in his eye and Szayel relentlessly gave it to him.
Grimmjow rolled off of him and rested on the floor. Breathing a little heavy, he lifted the phone to his ear.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"What in the world?" He said quietly, before checking the caller ID.
NELIEL
He looked angrily at the spot that Szayel once lay only to realize he was no longer in the room with him.
Listening back to the other line, he scrunched his eyebrows
"Nel?" He hesitantly asked. The other end remained silent with the exception of the thumping noises.
"Nel?" He asked again, raising his voice. Suddenly, the noise stopped. He pushed the phone a little closer to ear before he heard a loud crash. His breath caught in his throat as he heard it.
He heard it.
The little cry from Nel.
Nel sat back up against the darkest corners of her closet. Her breathing was shallow, and tremors shook down her spine continuously. Her mind was going blank.
She clasped her hand together around her cell phone.
She was forgetting how to relax.
She kept her knees to her chest, taking in deep breaths.
She was forgetting how to breathe.
She watched carefully out of the slanted shutters the closet door had. The loud thumps carried over to her ears. She didn't know what to do but whoever it was that was behind the door wasn't good.
They felt different.
They gave off the calming presence with a murderous intent. It wasn't normal. It wasn't right and she didn't know what to do with it.
Another loud thump reached her ears as she heard part of her bedroom door break off. She crushed herself against the wall.
Go away, she thought to herself.
A crash of her door breaking off its hinges made her scrambled even farther up the wall. She lets out a barely audible cry continued by silent sobs that she'd been holding back for far too long. She drops her phone on her knees and it silently slides down her thighs to rest on her stomach.
She watches the shadow walk past, towards the window, while holding her hand to her mouth. She squeezes her eyes shut as they walk away from the window to the closet door.
She can feel the vibrations from someone on the other line screaming into the phone against her belly. She holds her mouth shut and her phone close so the noises are muffed.
She watched them lift their hand up to the closet door handle through the shutters. Her eyes widen as she felt her heart dropped.
Go away, she whispered in her mind as the closet was ripped open. The ground underneath her fell as she let out blood curling scream.
Grimmjow sat on the floor in horror.
What was going on?
What was wrong?
He stared at in frustration at his foot. Why? Why now? The one time Nel really needed him, he couldn't do anything. He yelled in rage. What was he supposed to do? He wasn't capable in doing anything in the state he was in.
Lying back on his back, he let out a ragged scream while smashing his fist against the floor. He held the phone up to his ear and continued listen.
It was all he was allowed to do. He listened to her.
Her screams.
Her cries.
Until finally, he broke. His dam of control broke and he cried.
And then cried even harder when everything went silent.
Szayel stood in the doorway watching Grimmjow slowly break down. Something was definitely off in this town. A domino effect of bad luck was being graced upon us and that hasn't happened in long time. Not since the Inoue incident, he thought to himself.
Grabbing his keys, he left Grimmjow alone and walked outside to his car.
He was going to get to the bottom of this.
AND HERE IT IS :D Tomorrow is my new school's homecoming annnnd I don't really know what's going on, but apparently there will be no classes...Confusion to the max. And then Saturday is my band competition at Pryor. WOOOO. I think band's the only thing keeping me through my weekends nowadays.
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