Unloved [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Nineteen

Chris Ryder

My eyes were glued to my phone until I got a text back. I was happy that I  finally knew where she was.

I hopped out the house after I got my bike gear. Buddy yelped as I was getting on my bike.

"You wanna ride, little guy?", I asked him as he barked in agreement. "Let's go", I said, picking him up.

We rode through my neighborhood and then I heard a voice call out to me.

"Chris!"  The owner of that voice was Mrs. Franko.  She was an older  lady, about mid-50s and a voodoo woman. Although she was said to be Italian she lived in New Orleans for a period of time and got interested in voodoo. 

"Yea?", I answered. "Could you be a doll and help me with these groceries?", she asked. "I'm kind of in a hurry to get somewhere. One of my friends is in the hospital.", I pleaded.  "Oh, well go. I suppose I could get these heavy bags. Oh, I hope my back doesn't go out. Run along. Don't worry about this little old lady here."

I hated when she used the guilt trip on me. I felt responsible.  I got off my bike and told Buddy to stay.

"Where do you want this?", I asked, picking up the bag of groceries. "The counter.", she instructed. "Yes, ma'am." "You know Chris, you are a very nice young man. Do you have a girlfriend?", she questioned. "Umm––I don't know whether––uhhh ––kinda.", I tried to explain.

"So, you don't know if she looks at you in the same light as you do her?" "Basically, yea.", I replied. "Well, wouldn't you like to know? I mean, why live in wonder? Would you like to really know?", she asked, smiling.

"Well, yea. I would. How can I know?", I asked, getting interested. "Well, come with me.", she said, getting up from her seat.

I dropped the groceries on the counter and did as told. She led me into a dark room with black curtains covering the windows. She then sat at a table. "Come.", she told me.

"Don't be scared; I don't bite, child."  I sat down at the table as she unveiled a deck of cards. "Pick three.", she told me. "Done.", I said, picking the three cards. 

"Do you have a sample of her on you? A lock of her hair? A bit nail?", she asked. "Umm––no." "What a waste of time. I can't help you, son." "Wait!", I yelled, digging into my bag.

I remembered that Sarah left her comb.

"Here. See can you find anything." "Hmmm––ahh––here's a strand.", she said putting the hair on the last card.

She then asked me to drink something. "What is this?", I asked. "Drink it.", she said as I gulped it down.  It wasn't the most appetizing drink.

She began chanting, and with a click of her tongue, everything went black.

Sarah Kirkland 

"Open your legs wider.", Dr. Ross, instructed. "Little wider." I opened my legs as far as I could, given the fact that it pained just to open them a little. "Look, I have other patients. Now excuse my french,  but can you just open your damn legs wider?", he asked, obviously irritated.  "I can't. It hurts." "Look, it may hurt, but we have to get this over with. Nurse!", he called.

"Yes?", she asked. "Get the clamps." "Th-th-the what?", I asked. "Shhh."

After a short while,  the same nurse entered the room, but with three different nurses as well. She was holding two big clamp-like items. "What are you about to do to me?", I asked. "Stuff it, kid. I have another patient waiting for me.", he said, winking at one of the nurses. 

"Get her.", he said, stepping back.

While still confused, one nurse forced my legs wide open and clamped it to the wall. I squinted my eyes in agony. The pain was overwhelming.  I soon felt my other leg getting clamped. I gave up and closed my eyes.

"There. Thanks ladies.", he said, walking towards me. I heard his footsteps coming closer and closer. 

He turned off all the lights and examined me. I could hear him getting different tools. "OK, let's get started.", he said, probing me. "Shit, we've got a problem.", he sighed. "Uh Oh", I weakly mumbled under my breath.

Again, sorry for any errors.  I was kinda rushing, ya know?––Miracle.