Don't Tell; It's Our Secret

Chapter 4

Tommy
A few days ago

The news of the police talking to me spread like wildfire.

Throughout the day, I was stared at, whispered about and at, and I was pointed at consistently.

I was in desperate need of escape; and the final bell of the day couldn't ring fast enough. I tapped my foot the entirety of last hour. My heart beat struck again and again like the seconds hand on a clock.

I wanted to run away and hide from the world like the child I wanted to be.

I didn't care what anyone else said...17 wasn't old enough for anything but being snarky.

I hated my life and I hated the situation.

I wanted to run away.

As my eyes darted from my teachers lecture to the clock and back again and again; I couldn't help but feel a heavy weight on my chest.

The seconds hand struck the 12; the bell rang; and I dashed out. Somehow I managed to beat the crowd of students who were quick to fill the breezeways.

I looked around for a minute before I realized...there had been a crime at my work and I probably wouldn't be expected to go.

I, however, needed the money.

As my mind pondered, I barely noticed someone walk up beside me.

I was tapped on the shoulder.

"Hey," a deep voice called.

I felt my body freeze, my blood ran cold, and what color I had in my face drained away.

I knew the voice.

My head turned slowly to see the long legged man from the night before standing beside me.

He had sunglasses on, but I knew the voice. I could never forget the man who wielded a gun in broad daylight...or nightlight...whatever! He had shot the man who held his hands up in defeat and mercy.

"Come with me." He didn't move.

"Uhm-I-I'm-I've got-," I tried to conceal my own feelings of fear and frustration, but I couldn't help but feel like the words were being hurled out before I could think.

"Don't even try to lie to me; if I don't bring you with me, he will have my ass." The long legged man out his hands in his hips as he stared down at me.

"W-Who?" I shuttered as the image of the man in the blood spattered shoes slashed across my mind.

"Come with me and you will see." He folded his arms.

"Uhm-I..." I began, frustration and fear beating my own will.

I could hear more people coming; the crowds of people exiting the school.

Mary never left at this time; she had stuff to do.

No one else liked me.

And this dude was scary as fuck.

I had no options...and I walked home.

He could've kidnapped me off the street the moment I was out of the campus.

"I don't-," I tried to deny him.

"Listen here, kid." He ripped off his sunglasses. "If you don't come with me right here, right now, it won't be me here tomorrow coming to get your scrawny, tiny ass. It'll be him." He pursed his lips.

"H-Him?" I cowered a bit at his tone. "W-Who him?"

"You wanna find out? Come with me, now." He put his foot down.

"B-But I don't even know who you are." I shuffled forward a bit as the crowds began to come out finally.

His eyes cut to them.

"They call me Lin; now I suggest we hurry up before these people hear our delicate conversations." He leaned in close to me.

His cologne burned my nose a bit. It distracted me long enough for the long legged man-Lin-to take a hold of my wrist and pull me behind him.

I wasn't given much of a choice as he tightened his grip on me. I gave a weak attempt to pull away from him, but the tighter he pulled, the more reluctant I was to go against him.

My eyes cut to a black suv that sat parked on the side of the road across from the school.

Lin dragged me all the way to it.

I knew people had seen us...I knew people would talk.

I hated every second of it.

Lin yanking the door to the suv open brought me back to the situation at hand.

"Get in," he stood there for a minute.

I looked up at him.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing me up a bit before shoving me inside. My body flew a bit at his strength and I landed on my face in the leather interior.

"Son of a bitch!" I cursed out loud as he slammed the door shut. My face burned a bit and it felt weird.

I pulled myself up and saw Lin walk around the car. He hopped in the drivers seat, buckled up, and sped away from the school. I hadn't had any time to buckle up, my body slide around every time he turned or accelerated or even stopped.

He looked a mixture of anger, fear, frustration, confusion, annoyance, and intense hatred.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" Lin spat at me from the front as her took a sharp turn and I slid around the back.

He was easily driving 80 miles and hour in a 60 mile zone.

"N-Nothing," I stuttered as my body slid to the other side of the SUV.

"Buckle up!" He shouted as he saw me sliding around.

"O-Okay!" I managed to crawl to one side of the vehicle and was quick to fasten the seat belt. I was too jostled and scared to do anything else.

Lin went silent and I watched out of the window as he drove deep into the city.

It wasn't long before we passed under a familiar arch.

The red color blazed in the afternoon sun as we went underneath, and the SUV pulled up in front of an old house. It looked in decent shape; at least two or three stories, and it's age showed in the architecture.

"W-where are we?" I tried to ask as Lin got out of the car, slamming the door behind him.

He pulled my door open, unbuckled my seatbelt, and lifted me out of the SUV.

I stood on shaky feet, staring up at the old house.

There were a few guys on the old porch, along with a young woman in goopy makeup. She was smoking a cigarette as Lin slammed my door and grabbed my wrist again.

He dragged me through the front gates and right in the front door.

He exchanged some words with the men on the porch, but it wasn't anything I couldn't make out.

My body was shaking in nervousness.

Lin led me through the house into one of the main rooms.

Before I knew it, Lin ripped off my backpack and pushed me to the floor.

I cried out as my knees slammed down. My hands hit the old wood and I couldn't help but tear up.

A deep laugh drew my attention back; my hair stood up on its ends; and I saw a line of smoke flowing around me.

Another deep laugh and I heard foot steps close in on me.

Two feet stepped right in front of me.

I wouldn't look up, I couldn't. I didn't want too.

I tried to scoot back, but before I could, my chin was grabbed and I was forced to look up, into the dark obsidian eyes of the man with the blood stained shoes.