Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

Chapter 21

Sam's POV:

This time I walk to my room. Riley asks Toby to come with him to grab something quickly so they take the stairs. Connor and I, the disabled, take the elevator.

"Do you need any help with anything," Connor asks on the way up. "No, thank you. I don't have that much stuff seeing as I don't have my bus with me... By the way, what's happening with that?"

"I don't know. Maybe on the way home we can stop by the venue again and see what's up. Or maybe the driver already took it back to our place. Who knows. But we'll find it don't worry."

"Oh I'm not worried, I'm happy. All of my homework's on there!"

"Are you saying you could care less about your educational needs?" Connor asks sarcastically. "You should be ashamed! When I was in school, I only missed like three assignments a week. I was a good student."

I laugh as the door opens and we step out together slowly since neither of us can walk fast. Connor leaves me at my door on the way to his room.

Since I don't have any clothes of mine at all except the ones I wore on stage, I think to grab a few things from the closet for the bus. I open the door and step in turning on the light. Only to find the man haunting me. The one scaring me out of my mind. The one who beat me for no apparent reason.

"Don't move. Don't say a word."

I don't. I mean its not like I can. I'm frozen in place. I'm surprised my legs are able to hold me up and that my heart hasn't stopped.

He steps out of the darkness of the corner and I see the light reflect off of a shiney silver blade. He keeps it at his side but I don't doubt for one second that he won't use it if he needs to.

"Well. Look at what we have here, Goldfish... Is that what he calls you? I can do better than that you know."  I don't say anything and he comes slowly closer to me.

"Now I see were on the same page here. You do what I ask and you give me respect. Got it? Oh I thought so." He stops in front of me and I notice his face. His blue eyes are a dark evil shade and have a look of crazy in them. Under them are purple bags from stress and fatigue. Once he locks his eyes on my face, he doesn't look away.

"Now, here's what I want you to do, sweet pea. I want you to turn around and walk out that door slowly and with your hands in the air. When I tell you to stop, you stop. I bet you can guess how much fun we'll be having if you fight me."

I take a slow step back, and since I have no choice, I put my hands in the air and turn around. Stepping out into the room, I don't feel as claustrophobic, but I feel the same kind of tension in the atmosphere.

"Stop. And keep your hands up." He barks.

With my back facing him, I find my voice and ask, "What do you want Kenny?" I try to hold back the anger and fear I have for him.

"Oh nothing my darling, I just want you to see it my way." He comes up behind me so close I feel his chest against my back and his breath on my neck. "I know we can be so much more, but so many people stand in the way of that. And it starts with that brown haired boy who has no idea what he's getting into."

"Seriously Kenny, what do you want from me?" I ask again. I'm getting angrier, if its even possible, but I'm fearing what he really wants.

I feel his hand without the knife squeeze my left hip. His touch sends chills up my spine, and not the good, butterfly kind of chills. The scary chills.

I start to put my arms down back at my side slowly. "Hands up!" He yells pinching my already bruised bone. I whip them back into the air and hold back a cry of pain.