My Reason

Chapter 10: Where are you?...

(Haiden’s POV)

I’ve been knocking on Connor’s front door for the past half hour. Still no answer. I can’t take this anymore, I’m going inside. I twist the door knob, the door opens. It’s unlocked?? This seems odd. I step inside the house, no lights on. It is complete darkness inside this house. I don’t know if I should be scared.

This all seems like a scene of a scary movie, where the girl walks into the creepy house, only to be killed in the end. I felt like that girl, but yet I wasn’t scared. Using my phone as a source of light, I wonder through the house.

Several minutes later I find a staircase, my mind begins to panic once I see footprints of blood. Red blood. The scary part of my discovery is that the blood is fresh. A thump is heard from upstairs. My heart starts beating fast. The panic hit me like a bolt of lightening. I bravely start walking up the staircase. Once I reach the top of the stairs, I hear another loud thump. I vision blacked out when I felt a hard object hit against my head. My body collapsed to the ground, knocking me out.

(Connor’s POV)

Everything is not all that it seems, you think you know the story of a simple crime. That’s when the plot takes its own course, leaving the main character confused and terrified to know the outcome. I never thought I’d be in love with Haiden, until the day she woke up from her coma. The room around me is cold. My body temperature feels like its decreasing by the minute. Seeing the girl I’m in love with tied to a chair, with duct tape over her mouth. It breaks me to see the bruise across her face, the horror of imagining someone hitting my precious Haiden sickens me.

We are left alone in a colorless room, she is barely moving. "Haiden..?" I whisper. No response. My hands are tied together, and I can’t get out of the hold the rope has on my wrists. I was out of luck at this point. Blood runs down my forehead, my shirt is ripped. I basically looked like I got mugged. I actually did get mugged, but the attacker is actually keeping me hostage. The only thing I wish he wouldn’t have done, is hurt my Haiden. All I wanted to do was hurt the man who hurt her.

My hands hang over my head, a rope has my hands bound together, while the other end of the rope is tied to the ceiling. I’ve been in this position for what seems like hours. The ropes are starting to tighten on my wrists, slightly cutting off my circulation. I decide to close my eyes for awhile. All of a sudden the door slams open. Two guys walk into the room. The first guy, is wearing a black t-shirt, while the other is wearing a long sleeve gray sweatshirt. Both of the white men, walk over to Haiden, seeing that she is still not awake. I watch as they get closer to her. "Don’t you fucking touch her!" I snap at both of them.

"Someone’s a little over protective, of our precious toy," the first guy grins at me as he runs his fingers along her jawline.

"I said don’t touch her," I growl and try to reach her.

"Try to move again and I’ll rape her right now. Making sure you watch everything I do to her," Mark says in a serious tone.

I stop making any movement. "Now you listen, good choice," Mark says.

"Your names Mark right? Mark Jenson. And your Wilson Jenson. My mom use to tell me stories about you too. You both robbed a bank, and fled out of the state," I try to ask in a calm tone, but my mind was racing because If I push my questioning to far, Haiden would get hurt worse than she already is.

"Smart boy, but I think your mom left one little thing out of those stories," Mark smirks.

"What’s that?" I ask.

"We're your cousins," they both grin evilly at me.