.:Help Me:. She Said {Part Four}

I didn't know what to do. Listen, or get killed by curiosity? Laugh and call this a practical joke someone was just too bored and created randomly? Like, someone who really hated me? Who could hate me that much? Well, minus Caroline what's-her-face. She's not smart enough or threatening enough to do this.
Someone who has a terrible secret to hide. Something you probably--
"We're home!" my mother suddenly called loudly, snapping me from my thoughts and made me fall off the bed scared half to death, "Lyla! We brought something from the Chinese Garden! Come down here!" Not knowing what to do with the piece of paper, I stuffed it beneath my mattress and shuffled out of my room, my heart racing and I knew I looked wild.
He's watching you... Whoever 'he' is...if it is a he. It sounds and feels like a he.
"Whoa, what's wrong, honey? You're really pale," my dad remarked as he looked at me wide-eyed, "It's like you saw a ghost or something..."
"No, no, nothing's wrong. I just almost fell and it scared me..." I said evasively and took out a plate to eat some Chinese food, "Thanks. I was just in the mood for Chinese too." I laughed and they smiled. Good, get the attention away from me. It's not like I received a threatening letter that I don't know what to make of. What if it really is some joke? But what if it's true? Should I keep on living normally and try to find out what happened to me? Because if the letter is true and they have something to hide, then it makes me want to learn the truth even more.
I didn't know what to do. But I didn't want to talk to anyone about this because I was scared of their reaction and I didn't want to burden them with anything. I was scared for myself and I knew that I was stubborn.
I knew that I was overly curious.
Too curious for my own good. And I was going to do this alone.
Even if that person lived to his threat or not.
* * *
"I'm getting worried. I thought she was doing so well..." Denise was saying into the phone as the other person listened intently, trying to figure it out, "I know I shouldn't be complaining but I feel like you're the only who would be able to get her to talk. It's been almost a week since then and she gets more withdrawn every time, like she's hiding something terrible from us. I don't know what we can do, as parents, you know..."
"Really? Is she there at the moment?" the woman asked, seeming to know what she was doing. "Because I can talk to her."
"No, she's gone with her boyfriend. Devin, I think his name is. A long time crush, I believe. But... I hope he isn't a bad influence on her. I think I know him but I can't place him. Anyway... Do you think you can help?" Denise asked and she received a nice laugh from the other end.
"Of course. I'll do anything I can to help. I really like her," the woman replied and Denise heaved a sign of relief and they hung up.
"I think I know why she's withdrawing," Brandy said out of nowhere and eyed her Siamese cat who was purring and sleeping on an ocean blue mat she had bought for her, looking at peaceful ease. The other cat must be in her room sleeping on her bed. Diamond, her husky, was sleeping outside under his doghouse. They were all spoiled and pampered. But the cat looked up at the sound of its Master's voice and yawned and stretched, "I was like that when I was intent on figuring something important. Maybe she's..."
But was it a good thing? From the description of Lyla's dream, that fateful night didn't seem too pleasing. It has to be something terrible and maybe she feels it too. Some woman's instincts, the dark instincts when you feel something terrible is going to happen.
And a part of Brandy wanted to go research with her, hear her out and try to find solutions. Do more image games or say random things so Lyla can respond with whatever. You didn't always have an image for everything. Luck is not always a pot of gold. What is Faith? Hope? Fear? Love? Because that is not a heart; a heart is a heart. Trapped?
Like how she felt with her parents so long, long ago. Like how they accepted and forced her into loving a really obsessive, jealous demon she had to call her boyfriend. If they liked him, then she didn't have a say. Thank god that was all in the past and certainly done with. She doesn't want to hear his demon name ever again. Nor hear her parents. They don't even know where she is anyway, she left without saying goodbye, never left a note, nothing. They didn't deserve the honour. Or, if she remembers correctly, she merely left a scribble on the fridge door, in a permanent black marker, a big 'Fuck You!'. Yep, that should have left the mark, not only on their fridge.
"Don't you think it's bizarre, Truffle?" she spoke to her Siamese cat and went to pet her, "That when we really want to forget our past because we regret it so, we can't forget, nothing lets us? But when you truly want to remember, that access is denied? Fate is a real bitch and so is karma. Even if Lyla did nothing to deserve what she got."
Hopefully.
* * *
Don't look scared, I told myself as I walked inside my room. But damn, there it was again. My computer was on and Wordpad was up and running and someone had left me another little message, to let me know he can get me whenever he can, the text still written in red. It really must be his favourite colour.
I shuddered and went to exit Wordpad, not even bothering to read what he wrote this time. I don't know how he does it. The first time he did this was when I had first received The Eye. I had gone to eat Chinese with my family down stairs and then I come back up, noticed my computer was on and so was Wordpad with a little red text written.
Hey bitch. So how was your Chinese? Surprise, surprise? I just wanted to let you know how serious this is and, honey, I can get to you whenever I want, wherever I want. So just quit. Take care x_X
And I had cried after that, so freaking scared to death. Whoever did this had been in my room when I was eating supper! But I made sure that all the windows were locked, every one of them on the second floor. He couldn't have gotten in from downstairs without us seeing him, so how does he do it!? It infuriates him that he dare be able to find a way to trespass into my room!
They noticed how shaken I was at school, especially Devin. They'd ask me what was wrong and I'd say that I didn't know, that I was always like this.
"With your heart beating so fast all the time like you're in overdrive?" Devin asked skeptically and didn't believe a word I said, "You can tell me you know. I am your boyfriend."
"Maybe I'm coming down with a cold or something?"
"Lyla, we're almost in the middle of May. The flowers are blooming and the sun is so hot these days. How do you expect to catch a cold?"
"Allergies?" I didn't know and he glared at me, getting pissed at me more and more. I tried to hide it. If Devin knew about the threats, what would he do? Would he be able to find who was doing these sick jokes or would he merely be there to comfort and tell me they're just stupid and have nothing better to do?
"Want to skip class again?" Devin asked with a grin and I shrugged with a smile. I wanted to go home but that'll have to wait.
"After Art class?" And he nodded and kissed me goodbye as I went in Math.
"Hi...Lex," I said as I sat down next to him. He didn't say nothing and at least this time he didn't get up to go sit somewhere else. He just glared at the wall.
"And she speaks!" he replied sarcastically and just shook his head and opened his textbook.
"Lex, I've been trying to talk to you for God knows how long but you always reject me."
"Got a taste of your own medicine, then."
I gawked and glared at him. "You wanna be that way, go ahead. I never thought you were such a superficial prick," I snapped and got to my own textbook while tossing my desk a bit away from him. I know he looked at me, I felt his eyes, but I ignored him and started to doodle, a resemblance to The Eye. It sounds dramatic now. Stupid eye.
"It's what you made me," I heard him say and tried to ignore him but I glared and looked at him.
"And you really think I made you a superficial, impatient prick? I believe you were one before that," I growled and got back to my drawing, "Because to you, it's either a lover or an enemy. You can't have a friend, noooo, of course not. You're too cool for that."
"What's with you, Lyla?! My god, you're acting like such a child!" I gawked, glared but decided against speaking.
"If you two have such complicated matters to fix, I'd suggest you go in the hall instead of disrupting my class," Mr. Bell suddenly said as he turned to us. Yes, he was an awesome teacher but when we interrupt him continuously, he will kick us out. But I refused to be alone anywhere near Lex so I said everything was alright and that we'd stop. And we did. I threw out the paper balls he kept sending to me.
"I just can't wait to see you cry when you're all alone," he growled as he brushed past me, knocking me in the shoulder, when the bell rang. I wanted to strangle him and throw him off a building.
"Hey-- Ouch, you look pissed and about ready to kill someone," Jen remarked wide-eyed as I joined her in Art. I growled and slumped in my chair, about ready to tear everything to pieces.
"You hit the mark," I said as I grabbed a pencil and drew a small representation of Lex then I grabbed the paper and tore it to little pieces, "Ooh! That was fun and so...refreshing!" I laughed to myself as I continued. Him getting hanged, him getting burned by fire. Of course, he was just a stick man but sticks do catch on fire.
"Lyla..." Jen sighed as she shook her head at me, "I'd still wish you'd tell me what's been bugging you this week. I hate to see you like this."
"Nothing for this week, I'm just weird. But right now, I want to tear off Lex's head." Fuming. Fuming. Calm the hell down, Lyla!
"What'd he do? If you want to talk about it..."
"Oh, he's an @sshole. I have him in Math, Physics, English and Astronomy. That's four out of five classes in the freaking day! But this morning, in Math, he was being just a dick. I want to talk to him, make things okay, but no, he has to diss me off. Again!" I started then explained the whole thing, what he said and what I said. Her eyes kept changing colours and it was making me dizzy. First to blue then to green, a mix of both. That was a sign that her emotions were confused or whatever.
I started to paint the red Ford truck on the side of a road and a girl was running through the clearing. I stopped and studied it confused. Why did I paint this?
"He's really mad, isn't he? But he doesn't have much of a reason. Maybe he's just insecure and hurt and..." Jen was saying and stopped as she examined my new painting I did in like five minutes.
Like you, Jen thought and shook her head with a mental sigh. She has no idea how much we care. It's killing Devin.
"Maybe... I know I'm overreacting but... I guess I can't help it," I said softly and sadly, deciding that after lunch, I was going to walk home. I know that may not be a good idea but I didn't want to face Lex and I wanted to be alone.
So after Art, I went outside to meet Devin at his Jeep. He smiled and we got in and I turned his head to kiss him, whispering an apology. Mostly because I've been a bitch.
After getting everything at his house, we went back to the creek, where we've grown quite a liking to.
He set everything up as I went to strip in some bush somewhere to change into my bikini. I wanted to go for a swim, to cool my nerves. And well, to get close with Devin, feel his hard chest and well, see it too. He's really sexy without a shirt on. *grins madly*
"Hey gorgeous! Care to join me for lunch?" he called as he catcalled and I laughed and went to sit on the blanket. To my wild and astonishing surprise, Devin got up and stripped right then and there of everything and put on his swimming shorts. I was practically glowing like a fluorescent red light and my heart just skyrocketed. He smirked down at me and sat down, inching closer every second until our thighs touched.
He gave me a sandwich and was pouring two glasses of wine. I stared, not wanting to drink, and noticed that's all he had brought to drink. Lots of wine. "For my maiden." I didn't want to accept it. I held it and looked at it like it had four heads, "Just take a sip and relax. It feels good. We ran out of juice at home and this was all there was." I'm so sure.
I didn't want to do something stupid. So I ate and delayed drinking wine. I tried to fake drinking it but he laughed and shook his head, telling me to take a real sip.
"You know, we're not leaving until you tell me what's been on your mind lately. Because I don't feel too reassured. What with all the glares Lex gives me during Gym class. But why you're elusive," he told me as he looked at me with a slightly inclined head and no grin.
"It's not because of you, trust me," I said and took two gulps of the wine, not realizing it until now. I felt light-headed already but it felt good, "Just...problems of my own. Nothing to worry about." He let me finish my glass of wine before he filled it, grabbed it, and put it on the ground. He took my hand and pulled me towards him. Feeling my heart go crazy and the butterflies flutter in my stomach, he put me on the ground and got half-way on top and stared into my face, his head propped up on his elbow.
"I want to know. Please. I worry anyways because you're not yourself," he said softly and looked terribly sad as his other hand was brushing the hairs from my face, "I want to solve those problems and be with you every step of the way. Don't you trust me? What's bugging you?" I didn't want to tell him, had no intention to and wanted to make something up. But he knew when I lied, since I'm a terrible liar, and he was making it so hard to keep something from him. And I did trust him. It's just
I sighed. "I've been...getting threatening letters from some sick @sshole who has nothing better to do. It just creeps me out, scares me, really. But since it wasn't such a big problem I didn't want to tell anybody," I told him and couldn't look at him anymore as I watched the flowing river pass by without a care in the world. The biggest worry a stream would have is when a moose comes to drink in it and kicks up sand to make the water dirty. But it clears and everything's okay again.
Devin's eyes were wide. "It is a big problem. If it scares you, it's a problem and we're going to fix it. You know, I'm glad you told me one part. What do those letters say?" I didn't want to tell him that.
"I never bothered to read them," I lied, hoping he wouldn't see through it, "Every time I'd see my computer up and running when I got home, I just closed it without looking." He nodded, unsure.
"We'll fix that tonight. I want to see what he writes to you," he said then smiled mischievously as he kissed my lips, kissed the spot under my ear and trailed kisses from my neck to my chest. Dear god, what is he doing!? He's making me go crazy!
"Relax..." he cooed and he lifted me up with one hand and undid my bikini top with his other.
Holy... But...I never stopped him.
* * *
"Well, that was definitely a nice picnic. Made us miss more than half of lunchtime though," Devin said with a wild, happy grin as he looked at me. I laughed nervously while blushing like a idiot.
"You made me drink too much," I told him, feeling still a bit woozy and he laughed.
"Oh, admit that you liked it. Nice picnic," he winked at me and we kissed before we went to see Jen. Well, Devin wasn't going to skip the rest of his classes. So neither was I. But I was going to stay here after school to see what I can find in the library because I had a weird feeling about it when I walked in there later in English, some project she wanted us to do.
And do you know what? Mrs. Turnhelm placed me with Lex Green to do the project since we were the last two idiots left that were unpaired and she wanted us to absolutely be two to do this project because it was too long to be done alone.
"Well, I guess we have no choice but to talk to each other," I said to him with a smile as we paired up and went to search for a book by the author of Wendy Corsi Staub. One of my favourite authors and by chance the teacher had given us her to talk about. It'll be an oral presentation.
"Doesn't mean we have to be nice." I looked at him when he growled that.
"Really? Well, I'll pretend you didn't say that and let's start on good terms, okay?" I asked as we sat down with one of Wendy's books, Final Victim.
"You skipped Physics." I almost laughed out loud.
"I know."
"With Devin?" he asked, making Devin's name sound like a wretched curse. And I nodded.
"Yep."
"You didn't have to answer me."
"But you asked a question so I answered," I replied with a wide grin then shook my head, "So what exactly do we have to do with this?" He shrugged and looked at me.
"I was hoping you'd know that..." he replied and we both just burst into a fit of laughter, and the librarian came over to us to tell us to shut up. Literally with those words. We just laughed even more.
"I think the teacher made a bad mistake putting us together," I snickered and he nodded and we calmed down. He looked at me and I tried to pry my eyes away from our locked gaze but found myself staring back.
"Are you happy with Gavin?" he asked me and my eyes went wide. He suddenly cares again? I nodded, not going into detail about what we did a while ago. Man, I just freaking admitted it.
"That's good," he said and started reading the back of the book while I looked around and found the librarian staring at me with a strange look on her face. I stared back at her and my face gave way to a look of bewilderment. Why was she looking at me like that? We're quiet now!
But it was just so...creepy.
"So, we practically need a computer to find better information about her, right?" Lex asked as he just looked at the book like it had three book-covers. I just giggled at that.
"I don't know. She didn't really specify about anything," I said and looked back at him with a smile. He looked up at me then looked back down with a frown.
"I can't believe she put us together..."
I irked an eyebrow at him. "Does it piss you off that much? Jesus, I'll go beg her to let us do our project alone," I replied and sighed, "But since you're most likely going to fail yours if ever you do it alone, maybe you should take it as an advantage that you have help." I smirked at him and he glared at me.
I'm not the one who should be asking for help, he thought bitterly. Being with Devin is something an insane person would do. She definitely needs help.
* * *
"Coming?" Devin asked me as he waited after school for Jen and me. I just came to give him a kiss.
"No, I'm going to stay after school to do some research for my English project," I told him and kissed him hard and passionately, "But I'll call you tonight."
"Will you need a ride later?" he asked and I shook my head.
"Either my parents come pick me up or I take the bus," I grinned and he shook his head and kissed me again.
"Well, if your parents don't come, I want you to call me. We can go watch some movies or something. Hang out." He gave me a naughty grin that only I saw and I giggled nervously and playfully punched his shoulder and mocked a glare.
"Will do. Bye love. Bye Jen."
"Bye..." they replied in unison and I heard them laugh before the Jeep revved up and left while I walked back to the school. I went back to the library, caught the librarian watching me strangely as I logged myself on the computer. I was glad we were Thursday since there were afterschool curriculums and whatever. People who had stuff to do at school did them. Which is why I am here.
Not for my English project.
Maybe I had saved something in my documents before I had that accident. Maybe. It was worth a looking at.
So I booted up My Documents and scanned the contents of everything. There were loads of anime pictures I hadn't uploaded on Photobucket yet. There were projects I had done in the past. Some other weird documents with simple information on then. Then came a folder I hadn't even seen before now and I clicked on it. There was one file in there and it was called Untitled. I double-clicked on it and it opened in Microsoft Word.
Written in red was one male name: Glen Dawson.
I shivered as I was suddenly attacked with loads of memories I never had time to register, hadn't even had the chance to blink. And I stopped breathing, literally. I felt light-headed, nauseous and about ready to throw up. The whole world was spinning and while trying to steady myself, I fell off the computer chair and landed with a thump, making all those painful visions stop all at once.
Holy. Fuck. What. The. Hell. Was. That!?
"My god, are you alright?!" some male voice asked and I looked up, seeing quadruplets of one guy kneeling in front of me. His voice sounded distant and I had the slightest feeling I was going to black out. Very soon.
And did, into that guy's arms.
* * *
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Not here, not now!" he was saying in a hushed voice as he was looking down at the girl in his arms, unconscious and her body felt cold even with the stifling heat in this building. No one else had seemed to notice the girl's sudden collapse but he and well, he didn't know what to do because she wasn't really suppose to black out.
Carry her out of here, lying about bringing her to the nurse's office? No, he can't do that because the nurse only comes on Wednesdays. Say that he has a car and will transport her to the hospital? Yea, that could work.
So he picked her up bridal style and put on this fake panicked face and told the librarian that she needed to be carried to the hospital and he will bring her there in his pickup. She nodded frantically and shook her head as he was carrying her out. He was struggling, which was surprising and it's not like she was heavy, but his stomach was doing somersaults and made his knees feel weak.
Oh, but trust him, it's not because he likes the girl.
No, no. Of course not. He despises her.
And, to say the least, his job is to kill her.
But maybe that won't be so hard now, he thought as he looked down at her vulnerable body and tried to hide the revulsion of the murderous way he thought. But a job is a job. If she uncovers what needs to stay hidden...they're all meat.
So, as he made his way to his red Ford pick-up he had parked in the parking lot a mere five minutes ago when he had noticed she was going back inside the building and away from her friends. It had been his chance, his pure luck, that he had caught her right when she had fainted. And he had seen what was written on the screen.
That bastard. Glen Dawson. What an @sshole!
But he had made sure to log her out and close the computer so nobody else would see what had been written there. His own skills of hacking had come to great use, that's for sure. How he had managed that, he's just a professional. She probably made the link with all the red writting and with the Chiller font at size 16. He felt great because of his accomplishment. It was all part of the plan.
"If you can't get to her, then get her to come to us."
He had planned plan B in case plan A didn't work. But it worked so there was no need in putting anyone else's life in danger.
He tossed her into the passenger's seat from the driver's side and got in. He had to make this quick before she wakes up. He didn't have any sleeping pills or anything so she wasn't going to stay out long. But he attached her seatbelt for safety mesures and he started the old truck but it didn't want to start.
He cursed. "Not now! Damn it! Not now!" he yelled and banged against the dash. It booted up instantly and he was relieved, also relieved because the girl was knocked out so cold that he didn't wake her up with his yelling. He left the school property and sped towards the forest, just like that first night...
* * *
I was in a car.
That was my first reaction when I woke up. I didn't open my eyes, at least not yet and I was able to smell something gross, like pizza that was way passed its good date. Hitting a bump, my head fell to the other side and I was hit with sunshine. I opened my eyes carefully and looked out. I almost screamed.
I was looking in the rear view mirror and I saw the length of a red truck but the fact that I saw the Ford word written over 4 x 4 nearly made me scream in horror. How the hell did I manage to get in here?!!
Oh right. I remember falling unconscious after some random guy had asked me if I was alright. Holy shit. I was in big trouble. Big, big trouble. I had to get out of here. Quick.
I noticed my door was unlocked, like the idiot had thrown me in through the driver's door and hadn't bothered to lock the passenger's door because he thought I wouldn't wake up.
Well, I got news for him! ...After I get out of here...
We were in a forest trail and heard a strange metal sound, like as if a knife was being drawn out of its protective case or something. I instantly panicked and tensed but I had a small idea that I hoped would work.
We hit another bump and my hand fell to my side, purposely, and I subtly clicked down on the seatbelt button. It unlatched and I tried not to smile. The guy never noticed. He was busy humming happily to some random song in his head I didn't recognize.
"Jesus. Almost there..." he mumbled to himself as we hit in another bump, a big one this time, and we jumped up, including my letting go of the seatbelt slowly and it wound up noiselessly. The guy was too concentrated on the very bumpy road to notice. I turned my head towards him, pretending to be asleep and I opened one eye and saw the knife in his hands, eyeing it in horror. I looked up and met his gaze. His eyes wide in horror, along with my startled ones at having been caught looking, I screamed and suddenly turned myself and kicked him right in the face. The car shriveled to the left as he screamed and I opened the door and jumped out.
Then I ran and ran and ran, a perfect example of my dream except that it was daylight right now, thank frickin god. And I remembered this path, remembered running for my life from a man in a mask. But this guy who was running right behind me, cursing like a mad man was not wearing a mask and he was about my brother's age. Come to think of it, he looks familiar anyway.
"Get back here! It's dangerous out there!" he shouted and I ran faster, remembering the knife in his hands. Forest or knife? I choose forest thank you very much.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed back, nearly tripping on a root that was sticking out of the ground and staggered for balance as I kept going.
"You're going to regret this, bitch!" he yelled and I was running more and more. I didn't know if he was still following me but I would never take the chance in slowing down. Except for the fact that I was in horrible shape, I was keeping this up pretty good until I really had to slow down because my muscles and lungs were screaming in pain. My heart was ramming into my chest and I was scared and crying hard, so, so scared.
I walked quietly around, not hearing a sound but my stifled breathing I tried to keep down and I could hear the beating of my heart. I went from tree to tree, checking all my surroundings, making sure I was alone. I leaned against the tree but kept looking in all directions. I didn't hear any noises, no truck, no breaking twigs, no growling, no yelling... Just my uneven, horrified breathing.
Well, at least now I know it wasn't just some sick joke.
But that doesn't really reassure me...
Seeing something shiny glint off the suns rays through the trees, I took a run for it but I dind't get far when that thing suddenly planted itself through my shirt and pinned me to the tree. Uttering a scream when I saw a figure emerge from up ahead, I turned back and tugged on my shirt until I saw it was a knife.
My weapon of freedom! *sings holy songs*
I grabbed it and pulled as hard as I can and suddenly whirled and oustretched it towards that guy from a while ago. "Get away from me, whoever you are," I hissed and he stopped and raised his hands in the air.
"Hey, whoa. That thing is dangerous," he said and took a step forward, "Not something you want to play with." I gave him a death glare.
"Apparently you have no idea how dangerous it is if you just threw it at me, idiot!" I retorted and took a step forward with the knife. Why I did so, I have no idea but the guy stopped coming forward and instead took a step back. I think he now realized just how serious I was, "Why did you kidnap with the intention of killing me? Are you the one who's been sending me threats?" The corners of his mouth suddenly irked into a smirk and he shrugged.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. But you probably know the answer, don't you? Though you are highly mistaken, I wasn't going to kill you. Just bringing you in for a little interrogation," he replied and shrugged again yet took another step forward, "Now give me the knife before you cut yourself." I huffed the hair out of my face. At least my body was calming down and I was going to be able to run at full speed again.
"There's a bigger chance you will hurt me than me hurting myself," I hissed and took a slash at him. He yelped and jumped back and I laughed but ran as fast as I can to my left. Maybe if I kept going this way, it might lead to the road. The road = salvation and a chance somebody passes by.
"LYLA! Get back here!" he screamed and I heard all the twigs he stepped on break not too far behind me. Dear god, don't let him catch up to me. So I ran faster and got a really hard branch right in the face. Screaming, I held on to the stinging pain, running blindly and I might as well fall off the slope if it's around here somewhere. I wasn't going to see it anyway.
Until I heard a gunshot and stopped abruptly. Seeing the guy right behind me and about ready to tackle me, I suddenly thrust my knife forward and got him right in right in the stomach. He gasped then grabbed my wrist and held on tight until I let go of the knife. His face was twisted with pain but it showed he was trying to ignore it.
"You really are quite a feisty bitch, Lyla. But that's over now," he growled, the anger and the death look he was giving me was absolutely terrifying. But then I looked down at his hands and he didn't have a gun. I looked confused but he didn't notice as he was pulling the knife out of his gut. Taking this as my only chance, I suddenly kicked him right in the balls as hard as I could and he screamed hard as he let me go, unable to hold me, as he clutched his member and I ran as fast as I could, confused, but I ran.
That was a gun, wasn't it? But maybe I was imaginging things--which almost got me killed.
I felt a sudden thud right in my left shoulder and then came the immense pain of having a knife in your shoulder. I screamed and screamed as I tried prying it out and I heard laughing at the same time, hearing twigs break slowly because he was taking his sweet time.
Holy shit--I have a freaking knife in my shoulder!
"Damn it! Leave me alone!" I cried, both with real tears and my voice was shaking as I pulled out the horrible knife that caused me to see black spots everywhere and to feel the very excruciating, torturing pain my shoulder was going through. The guy caught my arm tightly and was hauling me back to where his truck was.
"You heard her. Leave her alone, punk," someone suddenly said and I looked up through my tears to see someone holding a freaking rifle in his hands. He looked to be maybe twenty-one or something. Containing my gasp, I watched as we stopped and that hero stepped forward while pulling the safety off the gun. The guy that was holding me seemed taken aback, paled like a sheet but he regained his composure and stood up straighter.
"It's none of your concern, Bambi. Go crawl back to your hole and leave the rest of the world alone," the guy snapped and the other guy didn't look too happy.
"Let her go or I'll make you let her go, @sshole," he hissed and aimed his gun. The guy let me go but he suddenly tackled the guy with the rifle until I suddenly heard it explode, the sound rending me nearly deaf as I saw the Ford guy running off at the speed of lightning away from us in fright. Too bad he didn't make the sound of a scared dog. "Are you okay? No, you're bleeding. Come with me." He motioned for me to follow him and I did, no longer wanting to be in this horrid forest.
"Thank you," I wheezed and took a deep breath that hurt terribly, "For what you did back there..." He chuckled.
"There's nothing to it. I hate that prick and every other that hangs out with him, doing these stupid rituals in the forest," he said and smiled at me as he walked beside me. He was pretty attractive, for a guy holding a rifle. I looked at him confused.
"Rituals?" I asked confused but he just shrugged, not wanting to jump into the detail of what kind of rituals, "What's your name?" He turned to me surprised and continued walking for a while before responding.
"You don't remember then?" he asked and I shook my head exasperated and told him the story, what I know, yet again. He was nodding his head with a sad look on his face, "I really should have killed Peter then. He doesn't deserve to live." Peter? That name sounded familiar yet I knew he was talking about the guy who was trying to kill me.
We approached a nice wooden house in the middle of the forest that had a slight clearing so that trees wouldn't fall on the house when a storm was present. He opened the door and let me in first. Why I trusted the guy with a rifle, a random house in the middle of the forest also in the middle of nowhere was beyond me. I guess I just felt I could trust him, not only because he had saved me.
"You still didn't tell me your name," I reminded him with a smile as he sat me down on his bed.
"Sit here while I go get my first aid kit," he said then just smiled at me, "My name... is Glen Dawson."
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