Chapter 14- Serenity. (Cussing is in here)
My body was still a little numb from the demon’s acid flowing through my veins, but was starting to truly wear off. I knew I was in a car because of the occasional sound of traffic out on the streets. I opened my eyes and I was staring at the car’s roof. We don’t have vans, I thought to myself.
I forced my eyes to look over to the right a little and I saw her dark auburn hair. She looked peaceful, but when she woke up I knew she wouldn’t be very angel-like. I started working on moving my limbs. My shoulders, butt, fingers, toes, neck, and most of my face worked. I tried working down to my knees and elbows next and didn’t get very far, but I kept staring at Terrie. Trying to wake her up with my mind as if it would work.
I used every muscle that could move and pushed myself towards her, took a minute, but I got there. My lips could move so I tried talking.
“Terrie,” I whispered in her ear, even though no one was with us and a wall was between us and the driver. “Terrie, please wake up.” She didn’t move. Fuck. “Terrie! Wake! Up!” I shouted in a whisper. Her eyes weren’t moving behind their lids. I moved closer to her chest to feel her breathing. It was light, but not like it was supposed to be. How the fuck am I going to do this.
Five minutes later the van stopped moving and my hands started working enough to actually move, while my legs were still tingling. I had gotten on my knees and tried lightly shaking Terrie, trying to wake her up.
“Damn it, Terrie,” I muttered. I crawled over to the doors and just as I reached them, they opened. Blackness engulfed me and all I could see was two red eyes looking at me. A Valturnet demon. It blinds you.
“NO NICK! You will not hurt her!” I growled, trying to fight it. I kicked and grabbed and yelled. I fell out of the van and landed hard on my face. Nick laughed and a set of heavy hands grabbed me, roughly by the back of my shirt. I fought every bit of it.
They threw me in an old electrocution chair that I knew didn’t work. If only Nick was a human. I would be able to read his mind so easily. I was shit out of luck. I fought and used every muscle to pull out of the chair while every sentence in my head dealt with Terrie. Terrie is in trouble. When I got out of this chair, I had to find Terrie. If I could only see her, I would feel better. God, this sucks.
I finally relaxed my body from pulling up against the strain of the leather and metal that bounded me to the chair. Breathing hard, I looked around. It was dim, but enough light made out a few boxes and nick-knacks, useless for me. What would I do if Nick came or even worse, Triston? Through cardboard at him? A Christmas carol figurine?
Suddenly, out of the dead silence, I distinctly heard Terrie’s scream through the walls that separated us. My heart rate shot up.
“TERRIE!” I screamed out, fighting against the chair again. “DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!” I screamed out more profanity than I thought was in me. My skin was rubbed raw, but I fought harder. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. The chair was shaking violently from me. Terrie’s scream echoed in my head.
I gritted my teeth. My chest was rising and falling hard. I tried to squeeze in the little fat that I had on my hands, to slid them through the leather for the fifteenth thousandth time. It didn’t work. A dark form came from behind me, silently. I watched its every move as it made its way in front.
I glared at it and the smell reached my nose. Everything went white and I closed my eyes as my pupils tried, desperately, to adjust. Just as fast as everything went white, everything went dark.
I opened my eyes and I was laying in bed on top of the sheets. I heard rain patting on my window beside my bed.
“What is happening?” I asked myself. I got up off the bed and looked out of the window. I saw Terrie running towards my house with a newspaper over her head. I looked beside me and the clock flashed 5:46 P.M. No. Not this memory. I just stared at the clock.
The doorbell rang downstairs and I heard mom answer the door. I wanted to run and lock the door, blocking Terrie from coming in. I knew everything that she was going to say, but I knew this body wasn’t going to move for me. Mom answered the door. I could make out the muffled voices downstairs. I closed my eyes.
“Is Sam home?” It was Terrie.
“Yes, sweet heart. He’s up in his room…Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She sounded upset. It was coming. Three seconds later there was knocking on my door. My body told her to come in as I faced her. Her hair was stuck to her face and her clothes matched the look.
“Hey,” I replied, sternly. I had been pissed off from our last fight the night before.
“Hey. Look, I’m just as pissed off as you, okay?” She had been crying. I’m such a dick.
“Yeah.” What is wrong with you? I yelled at me. I sat back on my bed. “What do you want, Terrie. A fucking dog or money? I’m sorry I’m not your perfect boyfriend. You just don’t fucking get-”
“Don’t you talk to her like that,” It was Jamie. Did he have to be there all the time? I was talking to myself which meant that as of right now I was talking to me. I kept trying to preoccupy myself with rearranging the sentence to make it fit instead of listening to the conversation that was going on.
“Butt out, Sasquatch!” I yelled at him. I could feel my body shaking with furry, but wanted to just hold her without Jamie having to make some remark on how I was such a bad boyfriend.
“And don’t you talk to him like that!” Terrie yelled back at me. My two year younger body sank while I was already on the floor, but the younger one didn’t show it.
“Why did you come here, Terrie? Huh? Why do you constantly want to come here and throw me out like I’m yesterdays news? Does it make you feel better about yourself? Does it make you feel better to know that I’m just some guy while you and that dumb ass stand up like you have no emotions? Well I’m sick of you trying to kill me! You know it hurts me when I see you flirting around with other guys, DRUNK, after I proposed to you that morning!”
“Sam. I’m sorry.” She whispered as tears were swelling up in her eyes. I knew I hurt her and it killed me, but made my younger self happy that I conquered. “S-Sam, please listen to me, I’m so fucking sorry! I’m a d-dumb, red headed bitch and I’m s-so sorry.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Terrie. You just keep sitting on your high powered chair. Tell me how it feels one day..but right now I personally don’t want to hear it.”
“It was my fault, okay you big dumb slob! She was upset over your hairy ass and I got her out of the house. I don’t want to hear you-” Jamie and I started yelling at each other.
“Fuck off! Your just as bad! Your the reason why she acts like this!”
”..talk like that to her! She does not get it from me, you tight butt-”
“STOP IT! Just STOP IT!” Terrie yelled out over both of us. Our bodies were close, ready to leap and beat the shit out of each other, but Terrie wedged her body between us.
I looked at her, she was crying. I just shook my head. “Look, Terrie, I-” I didn’t get to say I was sorry. I didn’t get the chance to make everything better like I usually did.
“We’re done.” She looked from the ground to me. My heart fell apart all over again. Those two and a half words had been repeating over and over in my head for almost two years, getting fainter and fainter and now they came back to mock me. I felt like falling down into some dark hole and never come back up.
She grabbed Jamie’s arm and walked out of my door, looking back one last time at me. Then everything went black to dim and I felt the hard, wooden chair underneath me.
I cried out and tried to get out of it, tears running down my cheeks. I cussed and jerked and repeated. The chair creaked from under me, refusing to give up which caused me to fight harder. The dark figure laughed, demonically, while it was walking away.
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