Hell Sent~Heaven Bound

Chapter 2: Hide Away

I roar into town at 3am and chuckle to myself at the time, its witching hour. No reason to go to the local collage now, no one would be there. I see signs for a trail on Overlook Mountain, deciding it’s a decent place to crash for the night. Even though sleep isn’t necessary, I wouldn’t mind reviving my energy levels with some meditation. I take the long ride up the mountain, not giving a shit about the signs reading “No Motorized Vehicles”. I made it halfway up the Mountain when I reached some ruins.

“This looks promising,” I hum to my ‘60s Triumph. I wedge my baby between a tree and a crumbling wall connected to the ruins. I pulled out some incense and a wool blanket to sit on under the night sky. The moon was bright in the October sky and though is was cold out, my skin couldn’t feel it. I didn’t get cold, nor hot for that matter so wearing my leather in the summer was a must.

I lit the incense and shoved it in the ground for a holder letting the smoke wrap around my body. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, I began to think about all the people I had killed in my lifetime, which was about 100 years now though I barely looks 21. I thought about what those people could have done with their lives and how many kids they could have had.

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“Kendra!” mom called me from the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes ma?” I chirped. I could hear my ma sigh, she doesn’t like when I yell to her. I stood, straightening my retro ‘70s dress, and walked down to meet her.

She welcomed me with a hug and whispered in my ear, “Time for dinner, baby girl.”

We sat around the table in silence as ma brought out the food. Da sniffed the air intensely. “Smells wonderful, dear,” he whispered as she approached him with his plate.

“Thank you,” she kissed his forehead and made her way to her seat. “Kendra, would you please say grace?”

“Yes ma,” I said folding my hands in front of me, “Dear Lord, bless us with this food and thank you for the hands that has prepared this meal for us. Bless our friends and family both far and near and thank you for the time that we have together. In Your name we pray,”

“Amen,” Da, Ma, and I said in unison.

**weeks later**

Harley laughed at my dress, the one I had worn the last time I had seen my parents. “You’re really gonna wear that to the party, Kenny?”

I shuffled uncomfortably as she glared at me, “Well I don’t really have anything…” I let my voice trail off as she ruffled through my closet.

“This shit is lame,” Harley said with a country twang mimicking my own. She walked to her closet and pulled out a black cocktail dress, “Wear this.” She threw it at me.

“I could never, it reveals too much,” I said glancing at the low cut neck and short, skin tight dress.

Harley rolled her eyes. “Yes, you could and you will, go fucking put it on before we’re late. Quit being such a prude!”

I shuffled to the bathroom mumbling to myself of how scandalous the dress was.

Harley stepped in front of me and grabbed my shoulders with her cold hands, “Do you want to fit in? Do you want to have friends?” I nodded slowly. “Then get your shit together, you’re going to have to do some things you aren’t going to like.” Her pale grey eyes piercing into my soul.

**at the party**

Harley gave me a big toothy smile before passing me the bowl, her eyes were really red. “Your turn,” She slurred to me.

“It’s okay, I don’t want any.” I shook my head.

Harley’s eyes flashed pure black and I could feel my blood go cold, “Take it now,” her voice intense.

My eyes wide, not moving from hers, I took the bowl. “Help me,” I whimpered.

In response, Harley blinked her eyes flashing back to the pale grey as she crawled next to me on the couch, flicking the lighter in the bowl. The fire burning the lime colored substance in the glass bowl, I quickly inhaled sending smoke through my lungs. It was a burning sensation and I pulled away coughing.

The group that surrounded us in the small black light lit room laughed. “Fucking light weights, man!” I heard a few say.

Harley handed me a glass of water and suddenly she was softer than she had been moments before, she wasn’t intimidating, but caring. She genuinely wanted me to have fun. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

I smiled reassuringly to her. “Pass that thing back, I’m not done,” I heard myself saying and eventually I couldn’t remember my own name.

**three days later**

“Hey Harley!” I smiled to her as I walked into the room carrying a cheese pizza and some beers. “We going to a party later?”

She had her back to me, playing with one of her satanic something or another. I never bothered with her religion, it’s not really my business and I think—

Harley spun around knife in hand slicing my throat, my train of thought completely forgotten. I fell onto the floor watching her come at me with a silver goblet, she pressed it against my neck to catch my blood. The cold metal calming my nerves.

“I thought you were my friend, Harley.” I thought to myself, I wanted to scream at her so badly, I wanted to cry. “You helped me so much, I’m not a prude, I thought we were best friends, this isn’t how best friends treat each other,” and then everything began fading.

Black.

I jolted myself, the incense completely burnt out now. What the hell just happened?! I stood, my hands shaking. I looked at my watch, 8:30 am. I had been sitting there for nearly four hours! I began pacing. Did I just have a dream? No way! That’s not even possible, I can’t dream. It was way to vivid to be a dream, Kendra never told me about her last visit with her parents. Oh my god, that was almost like a memory….