Prism of Equilibrium

Chapter 11: His name is Dwight

I realized how small I am compared to Branson while hanging on him. The ground is far below me. Branson lowered his body just a bit, and pulled that boy up by the collar. He jerked so hard that I almost fell off. Luckily, I got a good hold of his t-shirt. Wait, did he change his clothes? I am sure he wears a gray t-shirt and not red. I lifted my arm a bit and noticed blood. I felt dizzy. "Branson..." I whispered. It is my blood. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the dark red liquid which has drenched almost half of my arm.

"Hang on, Selena." I heard him said. Then I heard more sounds—the backdoor being opened and closed, a chair skittering on the floor, and some other sounds I didn't know before he helped me to sit on the couch. I bit my lips to prevent myself from shouting when he helped me to roll up my sleeve, revealing the cut on my arm. "You're bleeding a lot. Press on it while I change." he handled me a wet cloth and walked away.

Where did he even get the cloth from?

I pressed on it and lifted up my head when I felt the burning pain on my arm. Three days. I've been living here for three days, and clearly, everything was not going well. This hurts a lot. Thank the heavens my arm wasn't chopped off by that—psycho.

Shit. Where's he now?

I gulped and scanned the room. I'm so glad I found him, just a couple metres in front of me, tied up. The feeling of being hunted came back to me. What did he want? I've got nothing at all, I swear. I'm tired of all of this, of how the world seemed to toy around with my life. I wish this was just a dream.

"Why are you here?" Branson asked him when he came back. He is now wearing a dark blue t-shirt. "I'm going to say this once more, I warned you," he continued, but his tone was rather amused than threatening.

That black-haired boy is not moving at all, although his back moved as he breathes, he sat motionless, his shiny black hair covering his face, like he's only half conscious.

Branson opened his mouth. "Fo—"

I got up from the couch, gritting my teeth. "Can't you just answer him?" I half-shouted and kicked the chair he is sitting on. It should've fell down but he balanced it with his left foot. "So you're alive?" He put his foot back to its first position. His head didn't seem to look up a bit. If I were him, I would've fought back, or swear a lot, because I can't move a bit while being tortured.

But he's not tortured. Branson didn't hurt him at all.

But I will.

"Selena-" I heard Branson called from my back. I can imagine how he would look right now: those warm brown eyes on his face, how his right hand is stretched out.

"Stop." I said. I'm so impolite, I know. But I can't let this psycho boy get away so easily. I can't let everyone come and go when they mess with me. "Answer. Me." I said each word clearly so I expect him to answer me. He has to answer me, no matter what. "Who are you?"

He looked up. "I'm Dwight." his voice was strained and weird like he was forced to speak. He lowered his head and I heard him growled.

"What's your last name?" Branson asked instantly, like he know something about this boy—Dwight, but he didn't respond at all!

That's not what I want to know, though. My tone was harsh as words fell out of my lips. "Why did you knock on the window?"

Yes, that's what I want to know because it scared the shit out of me. It's not like I believed in things like ghosts or anything. The point is that he scared me.

"I didn't!" he shouted.

"What the-" What is wrong with him? It's obviously him! It has to be him! No one else was there when it happened.

"Selena, listen." Branson said behind me. "Actually, I..." he stopped. "I was the one who knocked on the window."

What? "Branson? Have you lost your mind?!" I just can't believe it. He's been so nice to me and then he did this? So he might be the one who slashed my arm?

"No, no. Listen to me." he tried to explain.

"What?" I shouted at him. Why? Why Branson?

I trusted him.

"I was just testing you. So I knocked on the window. But I heard someone knocked back from the back of the house. So to make sure I didn't mishear it, I knocked again, and again...and again." he told me, but he's not worried at all! Does he think of what he did as a joke? I almost peed in my pants back then! "And then for a while, I heard no signs of you in the house. I thought you went back to sleep. It is my intention to scare you, so you won't ever let your guards down. And I'm very sure that this kiddo here knows that." he turned to look at Dwight. I don't know. I don't understand.

I don't know if I have to be angry or not.

I don't understand why all of this happen.

How can that boy, Dwight, get involve in all this?

HELLO READERS

I know this is very short..

But I have a lot to do...

I just wish you kept reading PRISM and vote.

ThANKSSSSSSS!!!

Also, who's interested in Dwight?

And what does Branson know about him?

Well, yeah, he's handsome and all...(in fact he's really hot) but is he single?

NYAHahAHA I hope he is, but HE IS TAKEN!

Whooooo took himmmm? T^T

Want to know more about him?

Wait for the next chap!