Lumai's Mind

Chapter 18: Addicted

A few days later...

"Where are you hiding it you little twerp!" Devil yelled while he was checking my pockets by giving me an unpleasant pat down and Demon was practically tearing apart my bag.

I need to get more drugs asap. It's Friday and only once I've managed to get another joint, of course, they found it. Everyday they've been checking my bag and clothes for anymore but I never have any.

"Where is it!" Devil yelled right in my ear. His eyes were going mad, he was getting addicted. I didn't think it was possible to get addicted this fast and to weed of all things but here we are. They must really need the freedom that little plant provides.

"I don't have any!" I yelled in defense so Devil wouldn't punch me again. I swear to any higher power, gods, universe or fates, I will kill this demonic psychopath slowly and painfully.

"Liar!" Demon yelled and all my effort not to get hit went down the drain as Devil pounded my bruised and butchered stomach. "Where is it!"

I couldn't tell the truth because they'll think I'm lying. I couldn't lie because it'll have no support. I couldn't fight back because I wasn't strong enough to win yet or handle the pain to follow. I couldn't run because they blocked the door and I wasn't fast enough.

I couldn't do anything. Only take the pain.

"Answer me!" She screamed so loud that I was sure the neighbors could hear.

"Stop lying!"
"I don't have any!"

We yelled at the same time, me with my body curled into fetal position, her with hands over her ears, eyes closed. Devil stood there watching what was happening and probably decided he wanted to hurt me since he stalked toward me with clenched fists.

As a last desperate act I screamed as loud as I could, yelling stop, help, no. My voice was only fueled when he began hurting me. Hoping that someone would hear and help me get away for now. I just needed enough time to hide and get what they want, they'd either be distracted by someone at the door or police would come to the door and possibly arrest them for a few hours. Knowing my luck it wouldn't be longer.

My screams were cut off when he punched my throat and started strangling me, immediately my hand started clawing at his. He straddled me and pushed down on my neck so much, I thought it would be crushed. Black spots appeared but I barely registered them through the fear and pain I was feeling. I could feel everything in my neck –spine, muscles, arteries and windpipe– being crushed, beginning to collapse on itself. Pressure making my throat empty of air and so painful that everywhere I looked there was only black splotches, except his eyes.

So much hate and madness burned in his fevered gaze. I could almost feel the emotions seeping from his body, toward me, as he kills me. Only then I realised; I had failed, I was going to die by his hands.

No. No, I can't die yet. I have to destroy them first. I have to destroy him.  Even though I could barely see, struggled to think and everything sounded like it was underwater, I managed to coordinate myself with enough strength to grab and twists his pinky. It didn't get him off but it distracted him so I could punch his throat with all my strength.

Fortunately, that was enough strength for him to grab his own throat and start coughing. I scrabbled away from him while trying to breathe. Demon rushed to her husband but I couldn't see much else, I realised how lightheaded I felt and began to get dizzy. I stood up slowly and agonizingly, using the wall for support. I hurried to the door as fast as I could.

I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, I could barely walk or feel. Instead of going down the hall, I went up, toward the roof. If they followed me they would expect me to get out of this darn building, so I would go up. I didn't even get to the stairwell before the adrenalin ran out, I had turned a corner but collapsed soon after.