♥ Soul Mates Forever - Ch. 9♥

I snuggled in my warm bed, rolled around a bit, and looked up at the ceiling. Pictures of me and my friends and family were taped up there so I could look at them before I fell asleep. When I was little I used to be scared that a criminal would burst into my room and take me away, so I posted my favorite pictures on the ceiling so they could watch over me. There was a picture of myself and Heather, dressed in matching outfits standing beside our old horses Oreo and Tulip. We were around 8 years old. Then I gazed at the photo of Brent and I, arms around each other, we were at the beach. I looked at all the other photos, my dead gramps, a group photo of all my friends together, Brent and Daniel on the playground with me, we were 6 back then.

Then I looked at the photo of myself, Brent, and Michael. Back when Michael and I were good friends, when he wasn't a jerk. We used to secretly call ourselves the three bastards; we all didn't consider our biological fathers as dads. Brent's dad married his mother in Las Vegas when they were both drunk, then slept with her. After that he left her. Michael's dad beat him when he was younger, Michael still lives with him but they usually ignore each other. My dad was and still is always away on business trips, I can count the number of times I actually hung out with him on my fingers. When I was small I used to think I didn't really have a dad.

I looked around my room, imagined things forming into the kind of monsters you see in horror flicks. I'm legal, last year of high school, and here I am doing what I've been always doing before I fell asleep for as long as I could remember. A flash of light flickered outside my window.

I blinked and sat up straight. I waited. Nothing. I stood up and slowly walked up to my window, looked out. One of the houses had a light on. Brent's.

"Wtf?" I thought. I kept repeating that thought in my head. Suspicious, I took my cell phone for protection, and walked down the stairs. The light was still there. I considered maybe calling the cops. But maybe it was Jay; I gave him the other key to Brent's house. Maybe he went on his morning walks with his dog an hour earlier, and visited Brent's place along the way.

I looked at the time on my blackberry, 3:09 am. The sun was rising by the second; soon it would be light out.

I yawned, slipped on my special edition black Uggs. I walked up to the house, investigated, tried to see past the curtains, and saw something move. Scared I opened my cell too call someone up, low battery. Dammit.

Then the door opened, before I could scream, the figure grabbed me, put his arms around my mouth, and dragged me inside.
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Brent I thought at first. Then I shook my head. No. Rob Lewis. I struggled and tried to squirm myself free out of his firm bony arms. They held me tight like an iron cage. He swept his scaly lips down my neck, I froze.

Then he wrapped tape around my mouth a few times. I tried to scream. He taped my arms behind my back and taped my legs. He did all this in one swift motion. I wondered how many times he had done this before, but I didn't finish my thought, because he threw me against the wall. I stared down at the cold wooden floor, scared to look up.

He roared with laughter. He flipped me over and placed me against the wall, so I could see what was happening, a manic glint in his eye. Then he twitched and looked to the side. He sat down beside Brent's mahogany glass coffee table. I followed his movements with my eyes. He snorted in something with this cigarette. Some form of Coke.. The coffee table had burnt marks on it from the ordeal it had to go through. I wondered if he would do the same to me.

The guy started humming to himself, and then looked at me; I quickly looked away in fear. He chuckled. My eyes rested on four garbage bags. Brent's stereo set stuck out of one of them. He was robbing him!

The tape bound me together. Then the guy came up to me, my heartbeat so fast, I could feel the thumps and I could almost hear it in my head. Then he stuck two pipes in my nostrils. Fear surged through my body, it consumed me. Paralyzing fear.

Then I saw him walking away. I snorted the pipes out. What was this?

He came back. Angry he shoved them back in. Held them there with his hand, while attaching them to a tube of hot burning powder. This was inhuman.

"You should be thanking me" he said. He grinned really wide and watched me, I tried not to breathe. But in the end I had to.

It seemed impossible, but my heart started thumping against my chest even harder. I felt sweat beads form on my forehead. My nose burned, my throat dry. Adrenaline surged through my body. I wanted to do something, anything. I tried struggling free again. I tried talking, I had to talk. I started talking, but I felt the tape on my mouth. My thoughts, my thoughts were going at the speed of light. They were shouting in my head. Every single word, I felt it vibrate in my ears. I heard thunder, no it was him laughing. I just had to move around.

I had an urge to take in more of the powder. Was this really happening?

Everything moved so fast. It all came in flashes. I blacked out. Then woke up. In and out, in and out.

I remember seeing the guy drop his pants on the floor.

I remember staring at my naked legs. The tape was off.

I remember feeling Happy, Petrified, Disgusted, Shocked, Energetic, Annoyed and Angry all at the same time.

Then I remember wetting myself. A glimpse of what was happening, I shut my eyes.

I remember those feelings rapidly dropping to Depression, Worthlessness, Dirtiness, Ugliness. No words can describe how nasty I felt.

I remember it stopping. I remember a gunshot.

Then I remember lastly seeing Jay, calling someone, pacing up and down the room, weeping in front of me.

I remember feeling something else, broken.