NOTE: Rated 'M' For Language
RECAP: "We made it Bridget! We finally escaped! I can't believe we actually pulled it off! Especially using one of your ideas!" She said as if it had just dawned on her that we were free, celebrating and insulting me both at the same time. Wow.
"Yes, we did it!" I shouted to the sky throwing my arms up in the air and twirling around, probably looking like an idiot, but to you honestly think I cared? I don't think so. I felt hot tears run down my cheeks. This was one of the only times I had ever let anyone see me cry. I ran over to where Michelle was standing and hugged her, happy that I had someone to share my freedom with. We were both crying by this point, happy that we were free, and happy that we hadn't been killed by savage dogs.
Our happy moment was interrupted tough when the sound of soft footsteps filled the cool night air...
Now For The Next Chapter
Michelle and I both screamed as the stranger emerged from the brush of the forest we had entered only a few minutes prior. The screaming probably gave away our "hiding" spot, but we were more afraid of being murdered at the moment more than anything else that might happen to us.
"You are stupid," the "stranger" said to herself as she watched the both of us scream like the idiots we were. I then realized who it was. My Angel! I ran up and hugged her, which caused a look of surprise to spread across her face. I hugged her as tight as I could without crushing the small child like creature. I breathed in deeply, trying to fight back unwanted tears once again. She even smelled heavenly. When I had finally stopped hugging her I stepped back to stand next to Michelle, who at this point was wondering what the hell was going on.
"Oh yeah," I said coming to my senses, and realizing that Michelle had never met my Angel before. "This is....this is...." I paused, realizing I had no clue what the hell my Angel's name was.
"I'm Kiya," She told Michelle, introducing herself instead of having me think up of something, which saves me the embarrassment. Kiya didn't even bother to hold out her hand for Michelle to shake, apparently she felt that she shouldn't touch a mortal. No wonder she was surprised when I hugged her. Judging by the look on her face, she didn't receive many hugs. Maybe being an Angel isn't all that it's cracked up to be?
"Hi, I'm Michelle, nice to meet you Kiya," Michelle replied back to Kiya's monotone words. Michelle didn't bother to shake hands either, but she did have a hugely bright smile on her face. Michelle was a sucker for kids, and Kiya looked like an eight year old little girl. This ought to be interesting...
Kiya opened her mouth to speak, but Michelle apparently couldn't hold in her words any longer and blurted out exactly what she thought about Kiya.
"You are just the most adorable little thing I have ever seen!" Michelle might as well have screeched those, and her voice was unnaturally high pitched. She was instantly in front of Kiya, pinching her cheeks, causing Kiya's face to look distorted. It didn't help the situation that Michelle was also making baby noises at her to. I had no clue what words were forcing their way out of her mouth, but I understood nothing. Kiya on the other hand looked about as pissed as an eight year old could, which was pretty pissed off actually.
"Enough!" Kiya finally said, through with the torture Michelle was putting her through. Shoving Michelle away with surprising strength.
"I am not a child, so please do not treat me as such," she said with as calm a voice as she could posses at the moment. Her fists were clenched at her sides as if to restrain herself from hurting Michelle. Apparently Angels weren't all nice and polite as we first had thought.
"Geez...I'm sorry," Michelle replied back, looking hurt at being pushed away by someone. I know the feeling, but she doesn't even know Kiya at all. Hell, I don't even know Kiya.
Kiya took a deep breath, visibly relaxing as the breath she took made its way through her small frame before she said anything else.
"I'm not here to make friends right now, I'm here to scold the idiot standing over there," she said rather rudely and jabbed her thumb in the direction of where I stood a few feet from Michelle.
"Hey! I'm not a...." My words were cut off before any more could travel past my lips.
"Shut up already, what you did today you will regret. It will be one of the greatest mistakes you have ever made. I only hope you wise up and go back while things are still okay; but if you proceed, you are only condemning yourself. This was not the way to win back your freedom, and it won't last. I warned you before, and I'm warning you now..." Kiya finished her words, trailing off. The look on her face showed that she had more to say, but it seemed as if her mind had convinced her otherwise. Michelle and I on the other hand were stunned by the Angel's words. I wasn't about to believe in them though. I wanted my freedom, and now I had it, and I wasn't about to let it go, no matter who told me otherwise.
"You have got to be out of your fucking mind to think for even a second that I will go back to that hell hole!" By this time I was gesturing aggressively with my hands, probably scaring Michelle, but I didn't care, I was pissed. "Whatever happens to me will happen, there is no changing it! I dare anyone to cross me right now, and if they do they won't live, I'll make sure of that." my voice sounded very dark and threatening, even to my own two ears. The sound of my voice scared even me, it didn't sound like my normal voice at all, but the words the voice spoke were true.
I stood there, breathing hard after my little outburst, my chest falling and rising rapidly with each breath that entered my lungs. Both Kiya and Michelle were starring at me, as if waiting to see what I would do next. I'm sure the expression on my face was murderous, but I wasn't going to back down on my words now.
"Fine then, it's your choice. Your downfall will be your own fault then," Kiya was the first to speak and the first move as she turned around and walked back the way she had came; disappearing into the darkness that shrouded the trees. If you looked hard enough, you could just see the white shimmering outline of wings, Angel wings.
"Fuck this," I said and turned back toward Michelle after Kiya had left to God knows where, literally. "Please tell me you don't believe that," I said in a voice that sounded as if they had been deserted.
Michelle bit her lip in indecision, unsure of what to really believe now, she was sort of stunned, in a trance of sorts.
"Um, I'm not sure Bridget, but I'm sure as hell not going back there," she finally said, pointing behind her toward where our prison lay in the shadows of the occupants pain. She had a big smile on her face, remembering that we had just escaped from our nightmare.
"Well then let's go!" I shouted quietly, if possible, grabbing her hand and leading her to a path I knew all too well. I was smiling as well, all sorts of emotions flowing through my veins at the moment.
"Where are we going to go?" Michelle nervously asked, realizing that our plan had stopped after we had escaped the Center.
"Truthfully, I have no idea," I bluntly replied, no beating around the bush for me. I turned my head back to face her and shrugged. "But were definitely going to my house to get some decent clothes though." We weren't exactly wearing anything that would let us blend in with the crowd, well unless everybody was wearing bright orange, then we might fit. Michelle nodded in agreement as I led her out of the darker than necessary swarm of trees and various other things.
When we finally broke through the clawing grasp of the seemingly alive branches, a thin line of pink and purple light was attempting to break through the horizon.
"Wow, we were awake the whole night..well at least I was..." I said, yawning at the end of my words, basically accenting my point. Michelle just laughed a bit, while I rolled my eyes at it all.
"See my house is right over there," I told her as I pointed to a rather crappy looking and run down piece of garbage house. Like my mom would ever do anything to keep the house looking nice. I was just hoping that my mom wouldn't be at home right now, hopefully luck was on my side at this moment.
I led Michele across the pavement as light started to illuminate the world, rendering the streetlights useless; well at least the working ones anyway. We saw noone nor heard anyone as I walked up the small three steps to my front door. I took a deep breath, bringing precious oxygen to my bloodstream. I let the breath out a little shakily. I was afraid she would be here.
"Well here goes nothing," I mumbled to myself as I slowly turned the tarnished doorknob, opening the white-ish door with the paint chipping off of it, revealing the light brown wood just beneath the surface.
I quietly as I could tip-toed into my home, feeling like an intruder. Michelle did the same just behind me. Neither of us dared make a sound, though I'm not quite sure Michelle exactly knew what was going on.
We walked past the living room; I could here the sound of the T.V., but no programs were on, just the fuzzy screen making that horrible sound. We both peered into the room, searching for my mom. She was home, but thank God she was asleep. Luck was half on my side at least. She was fast asleep on the couch, half laying on some man I had never seen before. Both were thankfully asleep. I'm not sure what we would have done if they were awake, my mom would want to know what the hell I was doing there. Knowing her she would probably accuse me of stealing or some shit like that.
My breathing was slower, more relaxed now in knowing that my mom was out cold. You could probably scream in her ear and she wouldn't even awaken. Perfect. Michelle stood next to me with a confused look on her face. She was probably trying to figure out who the dude was that my mom was drooling on.
I pulled on Michelle's arm to signal to her that we had to keep moving. I wanted to get out of there as quick as I could. The sooner we could leave, the sooner I could forget everything that had happened over the course of my life. I may still be young, but I was determined to start over and try to live a life without pain. I knew that would be impossible, but I would still try. Nothing could stop me.
We carefully made our way up the worn down stairs; with each step a little sound would fill the dense air, causing my heart to stop for a split second as I listened for any movement in the living room. Thank God there was none.
We finally made it to my room, I hesitantly opened the door, the only door in the house that didn't have paint chipping off of it, the only door that actually looked like a door. When I opened the still intact chunk of wood, I was surprised to see my room untouched, it was just how I had left it those three years ago. Nothing was out of place, and it looked really clean. Apparently it was the only room my mom kept looking nice. I guess it was her way of showing that she cared, I only wish she had cared through the rest of my life.
I struggled to hold back the tears that were forcing their way out of my eyes. I would not cry here, nor anywhere else. I would never cry again.
Michelle and I both entered my room, I immediately heading to the closet, opening it's wooden doors to reveal the few articles of clothing I actually owned. I grabbed everything into my arms and dropped them all onto my bed that Michelle was currently sitting on, resulting in her being half buried with random clothes.
"Hey!" She shouted rather loudly, jumping off the bed in protest. My reply was shushing her, and then listening for any sort of sounds downstairs. There was none.
I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated with the whole situation. Michelle mouthed the words "I'm sorry," but that didn't help the situation we were in any. We had to get out of here.
"There should be some travel bags or whatever over there," I whispered to her, turning back to the small pile of clothes that shielded my bed. A few moments later she returned with the exact bags I was talking about, setting them on the only spot that wasn't currently occupied with clothes.
"Just grab whatever you like I guess," I told her in a small whisper, hardly hearing myself say the words that had just past by my lips. We both then started shoving as many clothes as we could into the smaller than wanted bags. I left a little space open in my bag. I then exited the room in search of the bathroom. Michelle stayed in my room, trying to cram a pair of jeans into a bag with absolutely zero room left. She was determined to get those pants to fit.
I returned with a few brushes and other bathroom supplies and shoved them into the space that I had left in my bag. Amazingly, Michelle had made those jeans fit, leaving a triumphant smirk on her face. I just shook my head at her and signaled that it was time to leave. We could finally get the hell out of here.
All sorts of emotions flowed through my body as we just as carefully descended the stairs. We tip-toed past the living room, but before we could fully get past, I heard a voice calling my name.
"Bridget, what are you doing here?" I heard my mom say in a drunk and extremely tired voice. She was standing in the middle of the living room, swaying rather dangerously from side to side. Oh shit.
"I live here mom, remember? I've always lived here, your just sick mom, so you don't remember. But I've always been here, so don't worry. I'm just going out with a friend for a bit okay mom?" My mom probably was believing every word I had just said. My thoughts were confirmed as she shook her head, her face no longer in an expression of confusion. Michelle just stood terrified next to me, she was even shaking from her fear of being taken back to the Center.
"Go back to sleep mom, I'll be okay. Just go to sleep," and with those words I set down my pack and approached my swaying mother. I firmly grabbed onto her shoulders and led her the few steps back to the couch, the man still lightly snoring. She laid down just as she had before, half on the unknown man, and half on the couch. She snuggled up closer to him and gave him a kiss on the lips, making me want to gag. A few seconds later I heard her snoring ring out through the room.
I walked back over to where Michelle was trying to calm herself down. I let out a breath that I hadn't even realized I had been holding, bringing fresh oxygen back into my deprived lungs. I grabbed my bag that I had discarded previously on the floor.
"Lets get out of here...now," I whispered to Michelle as she nodded in agreement. We both left that house, our hearts beating harshly in our chests. Thank God it was only my mom that had woken up, she wouldn't remember anything that had just happened.
Michelle and I walked down the sidewalk, bags in hand, and wondering what the hell to do next. Michelle was the one to ask the question though.
"Um...where exactly are we going to go now?" she said as she looked as if she was going to cry. She had her head down as if trying to shield the few tears that had forced their way out.
"Well....I had always wanted to try hitchhiking," I replied with a smirk on my face. Michelle looked up at me in shock, the tears she had unwillingly shed long forgotten.
"What!? But don't hitchhikers get killed my psycho people that pick them up!?" Michelle said as her voice climbed higher with each word that past through her mouth. She was panicking now, with fear showing clearly in her eyes. She was starting to scare me even.
"Michelle!" I shouted at her as I grabbed onto her shoulders. "We are not going to be killed by some freak, calm down!" I said and released her shoulders from my rather harsh grip.
"Ri..right..." She finally said, calming down a bit. We continued walking down the sidewalk, to get to where we actually would be able to hitchhike our way out of here. I started wondering how hard this would actually be with Michelle in tow. I wouldn't desert her though. I don't leave friends behind. But that's what you did to Damion my mind reminded me, filling my soul with guilt. I did not need this feeling right now. There was no way we could have gotten him out of there, he was kept on the other side of the Center, the side where neither Michelle nor I have ever been. There was nothing we could do, I told my mind all of this, shutting my conscience out of my head for now.
The further we walked, the more cars went by us. I was getting tired of walking, and Michelle looked like she was now too. It was now completely light out, and the further we went, the more tired I got. I felt like I was going to fall asleep right there. I was about to tell Michelle that we should stop when a car pulled up next to where we were walking. Michelle visibly stiffened. I would have to do the talking.
"You two look lost," the man in the drivers seat said, smiling at the two of us standing there. The man looked to be about twenty-five, with sandy blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He looked like he was in the sun quite a lot since he had a glowing tan. He seemed to be pretty tall, but I couldn't exactly tell since he was sitting in the car. There were two other guys in the car with him as well. They had to be twins, they looked exactly alike. They looked a few years younger than the first man, and had dark brown hair and bright green eyes. They were smiling at us as well.
I knew there were rapists and shit like that out there. Hell, I had lived for one for twelve years. But these guys didn't look like those kind of people at all, and I was pretty good at judging people. I just hoped that I was correct.
"Not exactly, we just need to get out of here," I replied and I saw Michelle nod in agreement out of the corner of my eye.
"Runaway's then? Well we can't just leave you out here, come on hop in" he said in a sweet voice, and gesturing toward the car door. I glanced at Michelle, and she seemed to decide that it was okay to go with them and nodded at me.
I opened the side door, and slid into the backseat, Michelle entering the vehicle after me and slamming the door shut. I was seated between Michelle and one of the twins. I was kind of nervous since I had no clue who these people were, but there was no turning back now as the driver pulled back onto the road and drove on.
"What's your name?" the twin next to me asked only a few seconds later, he had a curious look on his face and was absolutely adorable, making me even more uncomfortable.
"Um...I'm Bridget, and this is my friend Michelle," I replied as calmly as I could and gesturing toward Michelle. The twin smiled at us both, he looked like he couldn't hurt a fly.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Noah," he said and put his hand out for me to shake. I hesitantly shook his hand, but he didn't look like he was going to do anything harmful. He reached across me to shake Michelle's hand as well, saying "Nice to meet you," to her too. The other twin in the front passenger seat turned around slightly to peer at us.
"As you can probably tell Noah and I are twins, my names Orien though," he said smiling at Michelle and I as well. He put his hand out for me to shake, and again I hesitated before taking his hand in my own.
"Don't worry were not going to bit you," Orien said after seeing me hesitate. Noah had something to say about that though.
"We may not bite," Noah said pointing to himself and the driver, "but watch out for Orien, you never know what he may do," Noah finished his sentence, smirking at Orien. What Noah had just said made both Michelle and I stiffen up, looks of fear clearly showing on our faces.
"Hey! I don't do that you..." Orien had started to protest to Noah's words, but the driver cut them off.
"Hey! Quit scaring our passengers!" he shouted at both Orien and Noah, causing them to sulk like little two year olds. "Don't mind them, they act like that all the time, they never did mature," he told us and glanced at us through the rearview mirror. "My name's Michael by the way. I would shake your hand as well, but I don't think that's a good idea right now," the driver, now known to us as Michael said.
"Nice to meet you all," I said just to show that I wasn't afraid to talk to them. I was willing my heart beat to slow down, trying to relax through this awkward situation.
"Yeah, ditto," Michelle said in a calm voice. Apparently she was now more calm about this than I was.
I just hoped that we wouldn't regret this either. Even though I didn't want to believe it, the Angel's words kept ringing through my head, tearing my mind apart. She had basically said that this would break me. I only hoped to God that she was wrong. I could only pray that this decision wouldn't cost me my life. And as the car traveled on, I wasn't so sure that I had made the best choice.
Keep Going, Your Almost There...
Well that was longer, 5 pages typed anyway. I can't believe how long it took me to update this story. I'm more pissed at myself that it took me forever to actually sit down and write this Chapter more than anything. I'm sorry it took over a month for me to update this story, but I'm just glad I did. Cheers.
~All.The.Tears.I.Cry.
