Forbidden // Malachai Boardman (DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Chapter Six: Thank God For Music

         As the man, who I learned is named Josiah, and I walk wherever he's taking me, my legs almost give out multiple times. I have a throbbing headache, my ribs are aching, and I can barely see where I'm going due to the blood dripping into my eyes and down my face. I can feel him glancing at me from the corner of his eyes as I keep staggering, his grip on my upper arm tightening. I could've sworn I heard him mumble something under his breath, but I could be mistaken. A couple more minutes and we've arrived in front of an abandoned building; from the looks of it, an abandoned health clinic.            

          He knocks on the glass door twice and we have to wait a moment before the door opens. When It does, a girl, probably only a few years older than me, answers the door and ushers us inside. Josiah grabs me by my arm and pulls me in first; following right after as the door closes behind us.    

      "Isaac warned me of your arrival, I have everything prepared. Come."  

    "Jeez, bossy much?" Josiah mutters.   

    The girl looks back to glare at him as he chuckles. She then leads us to a, surprisingly, clean and sterile-looking room; equipped with one of those doctor chair things. As I'm taking in my surroundings, Josiah grabs me under my armpits and places me on the chair, grabbing me by the shoulders; he begins talking to me as if I'm a baby.      

      "Now, this," He points a finger at the girl, "is Mildred. She's going to patch you up so you don't bleed out and die." I raise an eyebrow at this.  

       "From the looks of it you'll probably need stitches." Before she even finishes saying the word, I've jumped off the table and ran to the door. Unfortunately, Josiah was there to stop my escape; grabbing me and wrapping his arms around me, pushing me into his chest. So, I started pleading with him. 

      "PLEASE! PLEASE! I will do anything just please! I don't need stitches, Sir! Please!" I'm crying by this point.  

        I don't care what it makes me look like, fuck that. I'm not getting stitches; The first time I ever needed stitches, Michael said he could do them to 'save us the trip.' I ended up having to go to the ER anyway; the stitches were done when I was awake, not numbed, and the wound was still dirty. Oh yeah, and Micheal used a fucking sewing needle and twine...So, you could imagine how that got infected.     

         "Sorry bud, if you didn't try and run away you wouldn't need stitches." He says smirking down at me     

      "FUCK YOU!" I spit in his face, still trying to escape his grasp. He looks to the side as he breathes out through his nose then looks to the girl still in the room, a shocked look on her face.        "Go tell one of the kids to get Malachai. Now." Upon hearing his words I start to struggle more, his ass is the reason I'm even in this situation.  

     "I'm not fucking doing it! Let me bleed out, see if I care!" He grabs me by my neck and slams me against the wall, restraining my arms above me.   

        "You need to calm down!" I can see him straining to contain me. Fucking pussy.     

     "Suck my dick!" I'm not sure where this confidence is suddenly coming from, but I like it. However, I'm pretty sure it's from the fact that I am completely and utterly terrified. I'm in a room with people I don't know, trying to do things I don't want them to. I'm fucking scared. 

       In the middle of my panic attack, I hear the door open. Too busy trying to get away from this fucko, I don't acknowledge it. The pair of hands that were once occupying my neck let go, but are soon replaced by a familiar grasp.      

    "Hey! Look at me." I continue to struggle.      

     "Tobias!" I stop. It's been a while since I've heard my own name. Opening my eyes that I didn't even know were closed, I'm met with the face of Malachai; he's not pissed, but he's not happy either. To be honest he looks kind of confused. Hey, maybe he'll listen to me. Not. 

         "Please Sir! Please! I Don't want it! I Don't need stitches! I'll be good I swear! Please!" My breathing gets faster than It already was, it's now difficult to catch my breath. Malachai takes notice of this. He sees that I'm being defiant, yes, but he knows it's out of fear. He releases his hold on my neck, grabbing my chin instead.    

      "Look at me," We lock eyes, "I know you're scared and I know this is going to hurt, but it has to be done, and you're gonna sit still throughout the whole thing, understood?"       

        He looks at me with the same look he's been giving me since I arrived here. I nod my head. In response, he tilts his head downward, looking at me with expectancy. Oh, right.      

      "Y-yes s-s-sir." I stutter out. He nods his head and lets go of my hands and chin. He leads me over the medical chair and sits on it, then he pulls me up to sit between his legs, wrapping his hands over my arms, restricting me so I can't move; interlocking his fingers.    

       "I'm going to give you something so you'll calm down ok? It will make it hurt less." Mildred looks at Malachai and I feel his grip tighten. She walks to the right of us with her hands behind her back. I try looking to see what she's doing, but Josiah quickly walks in front of me, grabs my face, and forces me to look the other way.   

     "Hey-"     

   I start to speak but I'm cut off as I feel a prick in my arm, it stings but I wouldn't necessarily say it hurts.    

 "What was that?" I question, looking up at Josiah warily. Malachai answers for him instead.     "Something to make you relax."   

  I huff out a breath of air through my nose as my body starts feeling heavy. I unwillingly sank back into Malachai; Mildred took that as a sign to continue with the procedure. She washes her hands in a bucket of water and puts on a pair of old medical gloves that were hidden in the cupboard. She then grabs the suture scissors and the medical string and starts walking towards me. I struggle the small amount that I can because of whatever they gave me, whimpering in protest. I feel Malachai shift behind me before I feel the feeling I haven't felt in a while, my headphones being placed on my head. Soon after, 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out' By the Smiths start playing; One of my favorite songs. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel the needle going through my skin. This time, I voluntarily relax as the beautiful voice of Steven Morrissey fills my ears. To be honest, I thought Malachai had destroyed my Walkman. Thank God he didn't. 

Hello!! Chapter 6 of Forbidden is posted!!! Thankyou to everyone reading this story it means a lot to me that people actually wanna read my work, especially since I'm just a freshman in highschool and it sucks lmao, but thank you!!! I hope your enjoying the story and one again, if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism please either message me or feel free to leave it in the comments!!!