The Game of A Life Time

Chapter 31- If I Killed Someone For You | Part Two

This is a long one...

I am running.

Blue and red lights reflect off of the street signs and cars parked along the roads. There are people outside of their houses staring at me while I run for my life.

Through the suburbs, I take a turn down a path that leads to the boat dock a few miles south of here. Trees and dirt get in my way while I run faster and faster until I can not feel my bare feet anymore.

My hair is dyed red, my sweatshirt is too baggy and my cargo pants are keeping me safe for now. However, when I get to the boat at the dock, I need to change out of this.

His eyes are scolding me as I pass him. There is a gold fleck to his irises when he blinks, I can feel some energy being released from him.

I can not tell if it is him or not, but I guess that doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that does matter, is getting out of Hawaii and to the mainland.

Before I can take the last step out to the beach, a hand grabs my hair and pulls me down. My eyes squeeze shut when I hit the ground. Ringing in my ears, colors of red and white appear almost too close to the sides of the trees.

A hand is placed over my mouth and I see a familiar set of eyes looking down at me. I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he slams me back down again.

"It is me, it is me," I try to tell him, but his hand muffles my voice.

He doesn't recognize me.

"Don't move," his voice comes out savage.

Saliva drips from his lips and his hands shake as he holds me to the ground. Jonathan rakes his hands down my neck and when I try to kick him away, he slaps me.

"Sarah," he whispers my name when he leans down to my ear.

My cheek stings, "please, don't."

I know what is coming, I saw it in my dreams. "Stay very still," yellow and gold specks cloud his vision.

"Sarah."

Sarah...

Sarah...

"Sarah, wake up!"

When I open my eyes, I am blinded by the bright lights. The dark morning is way ahead of us when Jonathan shakes my shoulders.

"Fuck," I crawl away from him.

Rining in my left ear warns me of negative energy. Something so bad that it can make me physically sick.

I gag on the bile rising in my throat. Throwing the blankets off of my sweaty body, I run to the bathroom on the other side of the house. On the way over, I notice a few figures standing near the kitchen and one in the living room sitting on the couch.

The bathroom door swings open and I pour the contents of yesterday's dinner down the toilet bowl. There wasn't much there, but I can feel it burn my throat.

Another set of hands pulls my hair back and rubs my back. Water is running in the sink next to me and I stand up when my stomach stops hurting.

A glass of water is handed to me by Jonathan. The man looks a bit lost and tries to comfort me.

I shrug his hands off of my shoulders. The burning feeling from his hands is replaced with cold grips along the outside of my arms. He steps back giving me space.