trepidation | h.s

part forty seven

Lydia Styles

Everything aches. My head, my jaw, my neck, my arms and wrists, my legs and feet. My stomach.

The realization that my lower abdomen was aching immediately caused me to snap back to consciousness. It was like my cloudy mind snapped into a moment of clarity and I remembered what was happening.

I'm still stuck in the diner basement but Harry is here now and we were both stabbed with syringes and drugged.

I don't open my eyes because they hurt, but I try my best to keep my breathing calm. Stress could cause something terrible to happen to my body, something I've been through before and can't even bring myself to think about.  The fact that I'm already experiencing pain wasn't good.

It felt like I had no power over my body. I've been drugged up too many times tonight and it's starting to put my body through extreme conditions that it isn't used to.

I think of Harry, and how he came here willingly to save me. It makes my heart hurt...and what makes it worse is that he realizes he's sacrificing his life for mine. He came here to face the two people that have made his life hell. I can't imagine what's going through his head. Xavier forced me to watch the videos of Harry's abuse and it will stick with me forever. Hearing younger Harry's cries will be embedded in my memory. He was put through hell and now he's facing it all over again.

When my mind drifts to Harry, that's when I open my eyes. The last thing I remember is keeping my eyes on him as we both fell unconscious from the drugging. I don't know what happened after that or what they did with us...I also don't know how long it's been.

When I open my eyes, I see that I'm in some sort of kitchen or dining room set up. It's another room in Xavier's bunker-like basement he's created down here.

I can't believe that this is what my favourite old diner has become. 

The lights in here are blinding, it makes my headache a thousand times worse. I'm on a kitchen chair with my hands bound behind me with what feels like rope. My feet aren't tied but I didn't even have the energy to struggle at all anyway. They knew that.

But being tied to a chair was the least of my concerns, because Harry is no where to be seen.

Looking around in this kitchen, I'm alone. I feel sickness twisting within me not knowing where Harry is or what they've done to him.

Those few moments that we were together in that room were so relieving even though we both knew the circumstances. But, regardless, I was with him and I felt some sort of peace. Now he's somewhere in the clutches of his abusive uncle and I can't see him.

What if they killed him? What if they're only taunting me now and he's already dead?

I hear footsteps echoing down the hall, eventually getting closer and walking into the kitchen where I was. Harry's mother walks in, but she's not wearing the jeans and hoodie she was before.

Now, she's wearing a full face of makeup. Her hair is done up nicely and she's all dressed up in a red gown. She smiles at me when she walks in, immediately causing me to grow confused over her appearance.

"You were out longer than we expected." she says, walking to the chair across from me and pulling it out.

"Where's Harry!" I immediately resort to anger, raising my voice with fear for him.

She sits down in front of me, folding her hands together on the table as she looks at me calmly.

"Funny, he's been asking the same questions about you. We had to drug him again because he woke up and started fighting back when he didn't see you." she chuckles under her breath.