Don't Forget Me ~ Emblem3 Fan Fiction

Chapter 3~ First Impressions

Skyler POV

It had been a few days since Carl had beaten Luke. It would be an understatement to say Carl had a few extra drinks that night. Luke was making a slow recovery. The large bruise on his temple, which had given him a pretty bad concussion, was beginning to disappear, and the swelling on his possibly broken wrist had started to go down a bit. In the past days, he has quieted down. I wasn't sure if this was because he was unconscious most of the time or Carl had threatened him. Either way, I tried to help Luke as much as I could.

I glanced over at the helpless boy. He was asleep, but was shivering and kept moaning. The poor kid was probably reliving Carl's beating. I shook my head disgustedly. That man was an alcoholic psychopath who needed serious help. 

I heard my cage open. Yes. Meal time. The only thing I looked forward to during the day. I looked at Carl to see what crap I was going to eat today. But there was nothing in his hands. My happiness faded instantly. "Shit," I muttered under my breath. Time for another beating.

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I woke up with an awful headache. I winced as I felt the back of my head to where Carl had thrust his fist. I checked for any other injuries. I had a few bruises on my abdomen but nothing too serious. 

"Skyler, you were sleepin ' for a long time," Luke said. I looked over at him, still feeling a bit dazed. The bruise was almost gone on his head. He was sitting up, looking at me curiously. 

"Are you doing okay? How's your wrist?" I asked.

He held it up and frowned. "It hurts," he whined.

"Oh. Have you tried to move-"

Carl interrupted my question. "God damn! There is no space in here anymore! It must have shrunk, I swear!" He yelled from afar. "Damn it!" 

Luke started to cry. Poor kid. He probably thought Carl was going to beat him again- which was most likely to happen if Carl heard him. "It's okay, Luke," I tried to comfort him and get him to be quiet. "Shush, just take a deep breath, don't worry." Luke took a breath and tried to control his tears.

It was too late. Carl came storming, obviously drunk into the room with a person over his shoulder, who seemed to be unconscious. "You little shit, you better shut up." He growled to Luke between gritted teeth. He looked around. "DAMN IT. No space, no space..." He muttered. We made eye contact. "Well, what do you want?" He yelled. 

I looked down. "Nothing, Carl. Just relax."

"Relax? RELAX? How can I relax when I have no space to put him? I-" Carl's expression suddenly changed, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. "All I need is to get rid of one of you," He smiled, looking around at all of the terrified faces. He seemed pleased with himself. 

"You can't do that... you-" I struggled to find words. "Uh... what I mean to say is, that you don't need to hurt anyone else tonight. You're probably really tired from today and need some sleep, right?" 

"Are you trying to tell me what to do?" He glared at me.

"N-no, definitely not," I said reassuringly, trying to sound as confident as possible. "But there's enough room in each cell for two people." 

Carl looked as if this were a brand new idea and considered it for a moment. "Fine," he said. But only since I am very tired." His words slurred together as he spoke. He unlocked my cell door and opened it. The person fell to the floor with a thud. He locked the door and walked away, murmuring to himself. I let out a huge sigh of relief, and I'm pretty sure everyone else did the same. 

Now that it was laying a few feet away from me, I got a better look at the person. It was a guy that looked about my age. He had dirty blonde hair and his body was slightly muscular. He was wearing a navy blue hoodie and black skinny jeans. He was undeniably gorgeous, but I would never admit that to him or to anyone. He seemed so innocent, so peaceful. His face and hands had no bruises, cuts or scars on them. I sighed. He wouldn’t be like this for long.

I winced as I realized my head had been throbbing this entire time. I laid down at the opposite corner of the cell than the boy. Sleeping it off was the best way to recover through an injury and not have to suffer. Especially with a head injury. I can get pretty cranky if I’ve got a headache. I started to drift off and my eyes closed.

Keaton POV

I awoke to strange noises- crying? Nah- it must be my alarm clock acting up again. I've got to get that thing fixed. I reached to turn it off but found I was on the ground. Wait what? I rubbed my eyes and looked around. I gasped. This wasn't my room. I seemed to be in a prison cell. Where the fuck am I? I stood up and wobbled a bit, feeling dizzy. I peeked my head out of the bars. What the hell is going on? "Wes? ...if this is a prank or something, it's not funny!" I yelled. There was no answer.

But that's when I saw the others. They looked at me strangely. I began to panic. "Where are we? Who did this?" I demanded, looking desperately at the kids. But they just stared back at me.

Okay, Keaton, think.  What happened? I recalled the events that I remembered last. I was at a party with the guys.... and there must have been a thousand girls wanting to take pictures with us... and then Wes and Drew went off to get a drink... and then.... and then what? I racked my brain for any more information, but there was nothing. I must have been drugged. That would explain my dizziness. I looked at the other kids. They were covered in bruises and dirt and looked as if they hadn't eaten for days. One boy in the cell next to mine was crying. 

I have to get out of here. I've got a show to play at tomorrow. I looked around the cell to see if there was anything to pick the lock or bust open the door, or anything really. It was then I noticed a girl curled up in the corner. She seemed to be sleeping. I took a good look at her. She had long, tangled brown hair and had a few scars covering her face and neck. 

Man, she was pretty, even if she was covered in scars and probably hadn't taken a shower for a while. 

Other than the girl, there was nothing else in the cell except for an old, dirty blanket. I sighed, frustrated. How the hell am I going to get out of here? Where is 'here'? I sighed. Maybe the girl would know.

"Hey, wake up," I said as I shook her bony, fragile body. She started to stir. "Wake up!"

All of the sudden, the girl seemed alert. She sat up quickly and winced, as if in pain. "What do you want?" She hissed at me. 

I was completely taken aback. "I-I'm sorry...I only wanted to-"

"Look, I know you're probably scared, but just let me sleep, okay?!" She snapped, lying back down. 

"Wait where are we?" I whispered.

But the girl didn't answer. She closed her eyes and turned to face the wall. Well then. 

I didn't know what else to do, so I tried to sleep, but I kept thinking about how worried everyone must be back in LA and Huntington Beach. They were probably looking for me. I had to get back. This is going to be a long night.

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So... Keaton and Sky didn't really get off to a great start... but they'll grow on each other. I hope you enjoyed, please vote & give critique :)

 Just a quick update right now it's 3/11 and I have like no time this week but I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can.