Chapter 16
Damn it I knew I should have just asked mom if I could join the boy scouts! I had no idea how to set up a freaking camp for the night, which I desperately needed to do since it was nearly dark out. I guess i could find a cave or something but with my luck it'll be inhabited by bears. And I ain't gonna be no damn Goldy Locks.
I heaved a great sigh of annoyance and looked around for a clear area where I could maybe build a small tent from twigs and fallen branches. I knew I'd walked through one when I first walked into the forest but I couldn't remember where the hell it was.
Instead I made my own clearing, pushing away leaves and pebbles and rocks and making a pile of any branches I found lying around. I stuck half of them into the ground so they made a wall and did the same with the other half opposite of the first. Now for the tricky part. I needed to push them at an angle so each stick crisscrossed at the top without coming out of the dirt. And I needed to find something to tie them all together.
I looked around. Nothing to tie them with. And I wasn't about to shred up my shirt or jacket. It was gonna rain tonight and I wasn't in the mood to die from hypothermia. Maybe I could use some thorn vines or something. Cut up hands were better than laying in a freezing puddle.
Luckily for me there were thorns everywhere, and they had pretty decent gaps between them where I could grab them.
With a sigh, I set to work on my bed for the night.
TWILIGHT-TWILIGHT
I laid inside the poorly hand made tent on top of a pile of leaves that I really hoped weren't poison oak. I'd picked a few blue berries and some bitter-sweet berries I was lucky to find while searching for firewood. I would have gone fishing but I doubted I'd be able to make a spear or grab a friggin' fish with my bare hands. Besides, it'd already started to drizzle and was quickly turning into a heavy downpour. The tent provided some protection from the rain but I still felt a few drops fall on my head and nose every now and then.
I shoved a handful of berries in my mouth and laid back, closing my eyes. Sleep felt easy right now. I was completely exhausted. And thanks to the rain I didn't need to put out the campfire. And with that, I completely passed out into a blissful sleep...
...And woke up to the feeling of someone grabbing me under my armpits and dragging me out of my tent. I groaned and peeked my eyes open. It was still dark out but the rain had stopped. The wet grass soaked my shirt and pants, dirt probably staining my clothes.
Now who the hell had the gall to just grab me and drag me out of my slumber instead of just shaking me awake so I could simply tell them to fuck off? I grumble and tilted my head back to shoot whoever was dragging me a death glare and a good earful but stopped. Completely stopped.
My blood ran cold.
My stomach turned.
My eyes stared up at a pair of bright crimson eyes that danced with amusement at my reactions.
No.
"Ed... Edward Senior?" I choked out in horror.
His pale lips curved into a devious grin, "Hello son. You've finally grown I see."
I did the first thing that came to mind. I was almost immediately ashamed though, the moment the terrified ear piercing scream escaped from my throat. I thrashed and clawed and bit in febal attempts to push Edward Sr. away. Anything to get him away.
But I may as well have been trying to push someone from my family on their asses. I was no match for a vampire. I wasn't even a match for a werewolf in human form. I wasn't even a match for a damn human!
While the bastard laughed his ass off I gave up and slumped in his cold hands. There was no point. I wasn't giving up on myself or the hope that my family would save me, but I had to face the facts that it wasn't possible for me to defend myself against a vampire whether or not I was desperate to get away from him. And god did I wanna get away from him!
Edward Sr. smirked and ran a hand through my hair, "You look just like your old man. I'm so proud. Now, if only you weren't a faggot." he sneered and his gentle caress turned into a harsh grip that nearly yanked my hair out of my scalp. I grunted in pain. No more screaming. He was lucky he got the first one out of me.
He forced me to my feet by pulling my hair and shoved me against a tree, grabbing the collar of my shirt. He lifted me til we were face to face, his nose pressed to my and his evil red eyes glaring into my wide and horrified green.
It was clear what his intentions were, I could tell from his gleeful grin. He was an amazing strong vampire who could snap every bone in my body with a single flick of the finger. I was a pathetic human boy who'd never learned or bothered to defend himself from anyone. Edward Sr. knew who had the advantage and he freaking loved it. I couldn't fight back even if I wanted to.
With a deep chuckle, he pulled me from the tree and slammed me back against it, my head bashing against the trunk with a sickening crack. My vision blurred and a searing pain spread throughout the back of my scalp. I felt blood starting to soak my hair and drip down my neck in a warm sticky trail.
A sudden pain in my suddenly immobile wrists brought a small whimper from my lips. The bastard had used the thorn vines that I'd used to tie my tent together to bind my wrists. The thorns dug deeply into my skin, bringing tears to my eyes that I refused to let fall.
Edward Sr. swiftly picked me up and draped me over his shoulder, casually walking away with me as though he were carrying a pillow instead of a teenage boy. I writhed and swore loud enough for the whole forest to hear. "Shut up!" he snapped. I merely smirked and shouted louder, "MOM! DAD! EMM, JAZZ!" I screamed. I hoped they were close enough to hear that.
"I said shut the fuck up!" Edward Sr. snarled and hit my head hard against a tree.
My world went black.
TWILIGHT-TWILIGHT
When I woke up I couldn't move my arms or legs. I was lucky enough to open my heavy eye lids.
From what I could tell I was in a cabin. A real shitty one that smelled like mold and dead animal. I was laid down on the hard stone floor, my wrists as well as my legs still bound by the thorn vines. My pants and the front of my shirt where my hands rested were stained with blood and dirt. I wondered if I'd be able to get the thorns off with my teeth without ripping my lips and tongue to shreds...
While I was busy contemplating that someone thought it would be fun to sneak up on my and place a gentle hand on my cheek, "Hey cutey." a cold voice purred.
I shuddered and flinched away from the hand, "Victoria." I grunted sarcastically in greeting. She smiled seductively and winked at me, "You certainly aren't the little boy I found in the woods 16 years ago." she said, running a finger along my jaw line. I scowled angrily. I wasn't gonna be toyed with, "Well, you're most certainly the bitch who tried to snack on me with her pussy of a boyfriend and lackey."
I found myself skidding across the room in an instant, the stone floor scraping harshly against me arm and ripping my already abused sweatshirt. I stopped just a few feet away from the unlit fireplace, a furious pain raging in my ribs where I'd been brutally kicked.
James smirked in satisfaction and slowly walked over to me, making each step precise and teasingly slow. "So I'm a pussy am I?"
I grunted and tried to sit up, but only succeeded in cutting the sharp thorns deeper into my battered and torn flesh.
James grabbed the back of my shirt and threw me across the room like a baseball. I hit the wall and a cry of pain escaped me. My ribs, most likely broken, burned badly and my head felt as though it were split in two.
Looking up, I saw James, Victoria, Laurent, and my ex-father looming over me with vicious and anticipation lighting their frighteningly bright red eyes.
It was as though the devil had personally dragged me down to hell.
I know its super short and I totally owe you guys way more than this but I kinda rushed through all of this during lunch hour at school since my dads laptop froze. I'm hoping it'll be fixed by sunday and I will try to type up a longer and much more thorough chapter!
