Joe's world

chapter 12

" What are you doing here ?"

"..."

I widened my eyes at what stood before me , instinctively taking a step back until my back hit the glass door . My hands kept fumbling with the door as I tried to escape the scene . In the middle of the room stood a boy who was looking back at me .

My breath hitched in my throat when I stared into his dull eyes , scared to my wits end . There's was something familiar about him and I wondered if I had seen him before .

" You can see me ?" he spoke again .

And that's when it hit me that he was the same young boy I saw in the family pictures with Hunter . Nothing about him had changed except for his face , some features were still distinct . His hair was a bit longer and unkept but those dark eyes could never be mistaken .

The brightest smile he had on those pictures was now replaced with an ugly scowl . Darkness dripped from his eyes as he studied me while his long fingers twitched . He looked worn out with his droopy eyes and pale skin . His long neck was decorated with green cracks of veins which and I could only nod my head .

" Who are you?"

Before I could say something to answer question , the door burst open and someone threw themselves in . I panicked and ran to the direction of the door in a blaze . My peripheral vision blurred when someone painfully yanked me out of the room . I didn't get the chance to tell him my name .

" Why the fuck did you go in there . Do you want to die? ! " the voice said , the grip on my arm tightening .

 

" I am dead ? "  I whispered groggily .

I rubbed the fog out of my eyes in an attempt to clear my vision but it was replaced by blackness .

...

Opening my eyes I was met with Hunter's fuming gaze . I adjusted to the light in the room , squinting my eyes to make sure I wasn't mistaken . He had his arms crossed over his broad chest and his head tilted to the side .

" What's going on ?"

I was positioned in a chair with my hands tied behind my back . I knitted my brows together when I realised he had tied me up . My heart started thumping violently against my ribcage . My hands and knees began to shake desperately .

I was confused as to why someone like Hunter would do this . I tried avoiding eye contact with Hunter by looking around aimlessly . There was an old couch in the far corner with stacked boxes placed on top of it .

In the middle of the room stood a pool table with just as much boxes on top . The place smelled of dirty socks and burnt toast . It didn't look clean either . Never had I thought I would die in a smelly basement with a handsome guy as my murderer .

" Why did you go up there ?" Hunter spoke .

" Uh -- I was drunk ."

" Don't play games with me , I know you don't drink so fucking tell me the truth !"

" I was looking for the bathroom ." I said .

" And what did you see in that room ?"

" Nothing ."

" Don't lie to me ! What did you fucking see inside my brother's room ?"

" I told you , I saw nothing !"

Hunter sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose . He was obviously frustrated at my stubbornness .

" I'm gonna ask you this one more time , what did you see in that room ?"