By Mistake

Chapter 12 - Who is Aaron?

Cassie Huwit

I can barely breath in the air anymore.

There is no hole to gulp up the outside oxygen. The clock hand has moved thirty-two time. He brings me food, but I haven't touched any of it.

He leaves the flowers; a bunch sit in the vase next to me.

I lost the strength to scream, to talk or to cry. The floor is stuck with an impression of my body weighed into it. All my tears have dried up. I have nothing left to give.

I can hear banging coming through the ceiling. Shouting and the sound of cars turning off, I've never heard this much noise, it's only ever been someone walking around.

Could it be the police?

Wood breaks just outside the door. I try to lift myself up but I am too weak. Many feet run down the steps, the door rattles and I can hear men talking, shouting out, but not clear enough to understand what is said.

"Help." My voice is dry, raspy.

The door rattles again then in one swift thud, the door breaks off it's hinges, landing in front of me. I can see three men outside the room, all holding a gun. One walks in and yells, pointing his gun at me.

"Ponerse de pie!" I look up at him confused.

He walks closer to me, leans down, and grabs me by my arm. He tugs, pulling me up onto my feet. He throws me forward and pushes my back with the tip of his rifle.

"Move!" He shouts.

I take a step forward. My knees wobble. I haven't moved in... well, I don't really know how long exactly. I try to walk fast when the man pushes me with the weapon again.

Another man takes my arm and pulls me closer to him, he sniffs my hair and drags me up the wooden steps.

Just as we make it to the top, a car speeds up to the front of the house, parking on the grass.

I can't see properly as my eyes haven't adjusted to the bright, natural light.

A person gets out of the car and all the men start yelling. The man next to me curses and pulls me behind the wall.

I look over the side of the wall and see a small room, fitted with multiple screens, all of the room I was in.

A chain of gun fire commences. I duck out of instinct, the man tugs my arm again, making me hide behind the kitchen counter with him.

I can hear men groaning and screaming out then all the sounds stop. Not one person can be heard breathing besides me.

I can hear someone walking, crunching over all the shell casings, their boots appear heavy as the walk over the wood flooring.

A loud crack of a weapon then deafening ringing floods my ears. I can feel something dripping off my face and down my neck.

I squeeze my eyes shut and cover the sides of my head, trying to block out the horrid ring.

Someone picks me up by my waist, under my arms, lifting me to my feet. I look down and see the man next to me with blood pouring out around his head. A blood curdling scream breaches my throat, roaring and scratching to get away.

The hands around my waist loosen, enough for me to break free.

I run straight out the door and don't look back. I barely make it to the trees past the car on the front lawn before the hands return, this time they lift me and throw me over his shoulder.

I can't see his face.

He opens the car door and places me in the back of the car so carefully. I scramble to the other side of the vehicle in fear that he might hurt me.