The pedals screeched as I circled the cul-de-sac, her window a prominent feature of the house, the sill littered with gems she had collected, however she had not yet discovered she was the diamond amongst the gravelling vultures of society.
The driveway loomed ahead, fear now instilled in every inch of me. I could hear the scarce sound of tapping, faint to those oblivious to the situation, but to I, it stood out like a flourishing rose in a patch of thorns.
His livid eyes beckoned me inside, questing why I was late for supper and with quivering limbs I rang the bell unprepared for what lay ahead. Harsh movements lead to the door being thrust open and my collar grabbed harshly.
"Collin are you begging for a beating?"
My stomach churned and with a shaking tone I answered, "No Mr White, I apologize for not being punctual home."
A bitter laugh escaped his lips, a distinct evil stretching across his face, almost identical to a grimace.
"This place will never be your home, boy. Now get to bed!"
YOU ARE READING
Hostage
Short StoryIn the mysterious world of Collin Edge, a cherished girlfriend and a crafty lunatic he must overcome the adversities in his life. Throw in the element of capture and his past and walk along the chill watched path of a boy who was merely in the wrong...
