Tuesday May 13

Time Unknown
I couldn’t open my eyes and couldn’t hear anything except for the ringing. I could feel the blood
trickling down on my forehead, sticking to my cheeks as it ran down my face. My hair clung to
me, as if afraid to leave me. I felt the strands sticking to each other. Everything hurt. Breathing
was painful and my nose felt like it was runny, but the worse was the feeling of betrayal. It was
all my fault. I was the reason why we were in this situation. I was the one to blame if we didn’t
make it out. I was the one to blame if Jamie was hurt.
Oh no. Jamie! I screamed in my head. Groaning, I opened my eyes, which were stuck together. I
could hear muffled sounds as I blinked back the blood. Everything started coming back at once. I
felt the blood that was rushing to my face, but most of it was already there, my head pounding,
the blood vessels in my body felt overwhelmed with blood as they went upwards instead of
downwards. My head was resting at the roof of the car to where I could see most of my torso.
One of my arms was between my body and the seat belt and the other was above my head, like I
was laying down on a bed.
I looked around. It was a mess. How could we have had the same problem as the girl? My seat
belt was holding me firmly in place, somehow. I looked over at Jamie. Oh my God. I tried to
reach out to him, but my hands wouldn’t move. Couldn’t move.
Suddenly, I could feel hands grip around me. Two hands were holding me steady, while another
set was fiddling with the seat belt. I could feel myself say something, but it felt like a dream. I
didn’t feel like I was doing anything, but at the same time I did. When the seat belt let loose,
everything fell, but before I could do myself any damage, the arms and hands grabbed me and
dragged me out.
I was breathing hard and I started crying. My arms hung limp and my legs were painful. I felt
paralyzed and then I could hear again which made me want to die even more. The blood was
rushing back through my veins like normal, evening out. I heard myself screaming. Screaming
for Jamie.
“Shhh. Terrie, look at me, it’ll be okay,” the voice sounded familiar. I didn’t care who it was, I
just cared about whether my best friend was okay, whether I was going to be okay, why this was
happening, and worst of all, who did this to me. I felt a hand on my cheek, wiping away the
blood.
“Don't touch me!” I screamed at the guy with all of my force, trying to get away from him. The
scream echoed through the woods. I could move my arms again, just not my left leg. It was too
painful to move my wrist, but I did my best to crawl back to the car. Then I saw who the other
set of hands belonged to.
Jared Short was looking on the drivers' side of the car, shaking his head, then looked back at me.
Quickly, hands scooped me up and carried me away from the car. I started screaming out to put
me down, but it didn’t work out so well. I used my good hand and started pounding on the chest
and I looked up and my heart sank. He looked back down at me with sorrow in his face, like he
wished he could take it back.
“What have you done?” I squeaked, ”.....WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” I screamed at Sam and
started jerking in his arms even though my body protested with every inch. I was crying and
screaming and kicking and doing everything I could to get away from him. He just tightened his
grip and looked forward. I sobbed and threw one more punch to his chest and looked back at the
car, tears streaming my face.
“She’s going in your car, Aiden,” He muttered, not looking at me, but I stared at him like he just
murdered my entire family. Even though I looked, I knew who he was talking to, it was his crew.
Nick Plasko, Derrick Seaca, Jeffri Palvet, Casey Peters, and Aiden Dubrick.
Nick was standing next to the most beautiful black car I had ever seen. It had CCX on the side of
it. I was guessing it was the newest car, a Koenigsegg CCX. Derrick and Jeffri, both with their
arms across their chests, were standing next to the black Mustang I had been seeing for the past
two days, and Aiden and Casey were standing at the new black Dodge Charger. I think they
wanted to pull of the bad-ass act. I hated them. I felt blood trickle down my face, combining with
the tears that were already there as more came.
Nick was tall and muscular with dark blonde hair. Jeffri wasn’t as tall as everyone else, but was a
much more cuter than the rest of them. He had silky brown hair that just glowed around his face,
blowing in the wind. It was dreamy to other people, horrifying to me at the time. Derrick just
looked like Derrick. He had his own thing going for him. Tan skin, brown hair, slim yet the
perfect body build for him. Casey was at least five foot ten and gorgeous. He had a peaceful way
about him with jet black hair. Aiden was definitely a guy. There was no girl in that body. His
motto was eat, sleep, and off to the bathroom…Repeat. He had the perfect body weight for
himself and was tall. He was cute, too. Somehow, Sam just seemed to fit in their cult.
“Well….. Damn,” Aiden yelled, as he opened the back seat door and came out with a handful of
porn magazines and bottles, “There. Shove her in.”
“Oh, no! If you don’t let me down, Sam Conway, I’ll personally beat the living shit out of you!”
I screamed at him, half in gasps of hiccups from crying so hard. He looked down at me and my
heart skipped. He didn’t put me down, instead he just walked me to the backseat of the Death-
mobile and laid me gently in the backseat.
“Let’s go..” Sam replied, not looking at me and closing the door. I cried harder.
"No!" I screamed and put my hands to the window. I tried to open the door with my good arm,
but it wouldn’t open. He put the child safety locks on. I started pounding on the window with
both of my hands, not caring how much pain shot up through my arms, and tried the other door.
It opened and I prepared myself to run or limp, but then Casey came up.
“Nuh uh,” he said, clicking the lock and closing it. I laid against the seat in hysterics. My leg
wasn’t numb anymore. It was throbbing with every move I made, but it was a life and death
situation. Something was telling me to run away, so I started making plans in my head.
Everyone started getting in the cars. Sam and Nick in the new car, Jeffri and Derrick in Mustang,
and I was in the Hurst. The car that would take me to my death. Jared and Aiden was the last to
come back. Aiden got in the front seat, while Jared climbed in the back seat with me. Which, of
course, ruined my choke-them-and-drive plan. If I had a pencil then it might work.
It took me a while to realize that Jared had my things in his hands and in the floor board. “What
are you doing?” I asked, looking horrified. They were going to kill me. They knew I saw and
witnessed the whole thing. That’s why Sam looked at me with the sad face. I knew he still cared.
I knew that, but if he cared so much why would he want to kill me. My eyes grew wide, ”...Oh..”
Jared just looked at me. It wasn’t a surprised look, as if to say, ‘You figured us out!’ or ‘Yep,
you guessed right!’. He just looked as if I just happened to pop up while he was stoned. “What is
your problem? You look funny.”
He didn’t just say that. I lunged at him, yelling, and grabbed his throat, digging my nails into it. I
tried not to move my leg that much, but anything to get this guy dead was good enough for me,
no matter what pain I went through to conquer my goal. Everything just went hay-wire, except
for Aiden. Jared yelped in surprise, I wanted that to finally happen, and grabbed both of my
arms, Casey climbed in the back seat, Aiden opened a large bag of chips and started eating.
I gritted my teeth and squeezed while Casey was yanking me off of Jared. When Casey finally
got my hands free from Jared’s throat, Jared cussed, holding his throat. Casey yelled at me to
stop and calm down, Jared yelled at Casey and me, I screamed at everyone who could hear.
Aiden kept eating, calmly following the other two cars.
It was starting to get dark when we started slowing down. I was staring out of the passenger-side
back seat, Jared looking out of the other, and Casey in between us, reading the manual for the
car. The only sounds were Aiden eating another bag of chips and the Mustangs' bass vibrations
from the radio. All of the cars turned onto a dirt pathway with patches of grass growing in it.
“You know, I don’t understand why Chris doesn’t fix this road. The rocks kill Bono,” Aiden
muttered through Doritos.
“What does a dirt pathway have to do with U2,” I asked under my breath.
“Bono is his car,” Jared murmured. I rolled my eyes. It was a disgrace to name a death-car after a
singer. If I get out of this alive, I’m telling Bono about this, I said to myself. My heart beat was
more steady than it was. Tears were still streaming down my face from seeing the last image of
Jamie's face still reappearing in my mind. Every bump that was in the road made me feel like
dying was more pleasurable than this misery. My leg was killing me mentally and physically. It
had started to swell like someone put a balloon in it and let the air out in my leg. I had never
broken a bone in my life until then. My vision occasionally seemed like it would started to fade,
but the crunching of Aiden's mouth kept bringing me back to life.
I will not pass out. I'm too strong for this, I kept telling myself.
It took fifteen minutes of driving past enormous trees to finally see lit windows. The driveway
made a large cul-de-sac in front of the castle-like house. In the center of the cul-de-sac was a
large water fountain. It had a large, medium and small bowls to hold the water that was
streaming out from a rock where a woman angel sat, looking up at the sky, holding a large
trumpet as her dress flowed beneath her. Water from the large bowl streamed out perfectly into
the rocks on the ground. Three outdoor lights casted their light on the large fountain.
The house was at least four or five stories and had two towers with pointed roofs on either side. I
knew it was made of some sort of stone, but it was too dark to tell. My head spun. This was my
torture chamber. I was too far from the road to be heard and it was so big, anyone could get lost
in it if they didn’t know their way around. I was going to die.
Sam was the first to get out, then the rest of the cult members got out of their cars, including
Aiden, who had to open Jared’s door. Casey stayed with me, until Aiden came and opened the
door. Sam was by Aiden’s side in a matter of a few seconds. My heart skipped again when I saw
Sam's face.
Aiden picked me up effortlessly and Casey closed the door. I groaned as my body throbbed,
especially my swollen leg. Sam looked at me, worry flickered across his face and was gone. He
led the way up the stone-gray stairs and into the huge mansion. We followed close behind, one
by one walking into the entrance that looked like a smaller version of a castle in Europe.
A balcony was above the entrance’s doorway, the windows on the first story stretched from one
foot from the ground and up to seven feet tall and there were three on each side of the large door,
which was just as tall as them. The lights from the inside casted out shadows onto the lawn and
the stairs.
Just as we walked inside, a slim and tall grey headed man walked out from a corridor between
two sets of stair cases that both curved towards each other, reading a large book as he walked.
The man looked about 60 years old. He looked up and his face was immediately filled with
shock.
“Can we keep it?” Aiden asked, smiling happily. The graying man looked at Aiden, as if
expecting he would say something dumb and witty at the same time, and then looked at Sam.
“When I leave for two days, you manage to try and kill a teenage girl,” He sighed. “What’s
happened, now.”
“Well, you see..” Nick started, Sam interrupted him. Aiden went to put me on a large sofa beside
the door. Needless to say, he stayed next to me.
“I knew that a Hemron has been watching Terr-Teressa, so I’ve been occasionally following her,
making sure nothing happened. So this wouldn’t happen,” Sam said, pointing at me. The man
glanced at me for a brief second. “The demon killed another girl, thinking it was her just the
other day. Well, the demon headed for the car and stopped in the middle of the road, waiting to
attack when he saw us and ran off. We pulled her to safety.” He was completely missing the fact
that my friend’s body was still in the car. Dead. Tears started spilling over my eyes, blurring my
vision.
The man looked at me. He said something to Sam that I didn’t catch and looked at me.
“No, I don’t think so,” Sam replied.
The man walked over to me. His suit looked a few days old and when he came closer, it started
to look older with every step. He kneeled in front of me and stared into my eyes. His were a light
grey and instead of being tired they suddenly relaxed. As if he were suddenly at peace when he
talked to me. “Hello, Teressa, my name is Vyncent. We will try to make your stay as
comfortable as possible.”
“Excuse me? My stay? Oh, I’m not staying. I’m going home, even if I have to die trying,” I told
him, trying to get up. My leg felt like it was slowly dying. It started hurting worse than before. I
closed my eyes and fought back from yelling in agony. Aiden held me in place and Vyncent
rolled my pants leg up very gently, but to me it wasn’t gentle enough, and looked at my leg.
“It’s broken, therefore, your staying. And we have to heal those wounds on your face and arms,”
Vyncent replied, looking from my broken leg and my face. I had completely forgotten to think
about how I looked. I didn’t really care, but that would explain why Sam kept looking at me. He
probably thought I’d die in a matter of seconds. Poor guy. I looked around. Everyone was
staring. Even the large portraits of a woman on one wall and a man on the wall closest to me,
were staring deeply at me. They were dressed from back in the 1700’s.
I looked back at Vyncent. “Are you planning on killing me?”
He started chuckling. “No, of course not. We aren’t allowed to kill humans, anyway.”
“That’s good,” I replied. I was a little relieved for a few moments.
“There will be much that we have to explain to you, one of them will be why we have to keep
you here, but this can wait. You need rest and we need to fix you. Sam will take you to your
room. You
need to be carried, your leg will not heal if your on it,” With Vyncent’s last word, he motioned
for Sam to come. Vyncent moved for Sam, who scooped me up ever so gently. “I will be in the
room, shortly.” Like that gave me hope.
Everyone seemed to disappear. Aiden went in the corridor between the staircases, following
Vyncent, Nick and Derrick went to the corridor on the left and the rest went to the corridor on
the right. We went upstairs. That was when I actually noticed that the ceiling was dome shaped
and humongous.
I knew Sam was trying not to move me too much. He had more grace than I did, though. He
carefully weaved through the hallways, avoiding vases and small statues. The ceilings leveled
out in some places and the paintings grew taller. Sam and I never spoke. Occasionally one of us
would look at the other, then look away.
When we finally got to a room that he found suitable, even though I thought the last fifty were
perfect, he used his back to turn on the light switch next to the door. I wasn’t comfortable with
him having to carry me,, this made me even more self-conscious. I was 125 pounds, but i still
didn't like to be carried.
“This is it,” He muttered. I looked from him to the rest of the room. It was fabulous. It looked
like Michelangelo sculpted this room with his hands. A large four post bed was against the wall
on our left, with a pearl-white silk winding around the bed frame. The bed had three small,
decorative pillows, each matching the warm, velvet red comforter. A small antique night stand
stood next to it, proudly. A fireplace was on the left of us, with a nice comfy looking sofa facing
us. A large, red throw blanket was draped around the back.
Pain shot up my leg, again. I winced. “Are you okay?” Sam asked, looking at me with concern.
“Lay me down somewhere. Anywhere.” He began to put me on the bed.
“Not there,” Vyncent said, reading the back of a bottle with a clear glass of water in his other
hand, moving towards me. “On the couch. She’ll be less likely to move much while she’s
sleeping. Causing her less pain, you could say.”
Sam did as he was told and gently laid me down. He grabbed a few pillows off of the bed and
laid two under my head. He remembered that I liked two pillows. How could I have done that to
him. Vyncent had taken the left over pillows in Sam’s hands and placed it gently under my leg to
prop it up.
He handed me the glass of water and opened up a container that I had never seen before. “What
is that?” I asked.
“Hmm? Oh, this is medicine, of course. It’ll help with pain, swelling, and it’ll help you sleep.
It’ll also help mend your bones quicker,” He emptied two small, round pills into his palm and
handed them out to me. I took them from his hand while looking from Vyncent to Sam,
uncertainly. Sam nodded and I tossed them onto my tongue and took a large gulp of water to
wash them down.
For two seconds, I felt the same, then as if the pills were reminded to do their job, my eyes felt
heavy like I hadn’t slept in six days straight. The last person I saw before I closed my eyes was
Sam.