Faked Deaths

Chapter 3

             

I wake up with beaded sweat planted on my forehead, sore, in pain and crying. What happened to me? What did he do? What time is it? I wanted to go home, but that is where I am. I've been violated, in my house, in my room, in my bed. I try to lift up my arm but struggle doing it.

I wince in pain. I taste blood in my mouth. I notice they cuffed both my arms this time. I wanted to scream but it won't come out. So I just sit there. Act useless. It's what I am. I just think of Red Eagles face. I try to think of where I could've possibly ever met him before. If I could have fought back. If he is really as strong as I thought he was. Maybe if I would've have fought, maybe he wouldn't have done the things he done to me. If I hadn't tried to stall time, to stay alive as long as I could, I should've just let him kill me.

The room door opens and Red Eagle walks in. "Good morning, it's going to be hot today, what an unpredictable forecast in California huh? Raining then Sun." Then he laughs, that evil laugh, I despise.

He reaches over and tries to kiss me. I look away. "Oh, sweetheart. Don't be shy, you don't have to worry about that, I don't think there is something I haven't saw." I spit in his face. My saliva landing on his cheek, I've never hated someone so much in my life.

He gets on top of me and puts his hands around my neck and reaches over for the knife. He caresses the part that isn't sharp and smiles, resembling satin. "You shouldn't have done that." He grabs my hair and cuts it. I close my eyes as his grip is getting harder.

"I was in such a good mood, Lexi, but you ruined it, so now I am going to ruin your mood just how you ruined mine." He smirks.

I hear the old and rusty scissors clanking together and my hair cutting. I regret saying something I loved because I would have never lost it. Yet, it wasn't my worry. My worry was getting out of here. I wanted my mom. I felt like a five year old needing my mom again. Needing someone to hold me. Someone other than Red Eagle. I think about Katherine and Gloria, pray their okay and their happy. I think about my mom, my dad, my lost siblings. I think about the picture I happened to come across before I came here.

Then I think about the picture when Sophia was the age I am now. The confidence she had the one I wish I had. The determination that was showed in the picture. The man she had to hold on. Then I think harder. The blue innocent eyes.

"David," I blurt out loud as I hear the door open. The room silenced. Then I opened my eyes. He stood at the door, his eyes no longer innocent, his eyes, lifeless.

"How does she know my name?" He says sternly. He takes one step. Red Eagle getting off of me. Then standing with straight posture, with my woman hood in his hand, like nothing had ever happened. I blew the hair out of my mouth and no longer felt it on my shoulders. My anger filling my heart like never before. Wondering where I messed up, wondering where my mother was and wondering if she was here would this have happened and where would she be? The same things I asked myself when Sophia died.

"Sophia," I whisper. He takes another step, losing all confidence on the plan for them to torture me. The tension and the hatred he felt towards me. "You guys... dated... in high-school. You were her first love. David, David Crenshaw." I get out barely above a whisper.

"You idiot," He says in a calm intimidating voice. He slaps Red Eagle but Red Eagle does nothing back. He grabs his now bright red cheek and wishes he could slap him back. "Why, you were not supposed to let her think, at all. You weren't supposed to let Sophia think either." He walks towards where I lay and I began to shake and scream.

He reaches towards my handcuffs. "If you don't run, I will let you out. Run, you die. Stay, you live. It's your choice." I stop screaming and nod my head. I think, I know my thinking isn't helping me calm down, but it's helping me live. It's the only thing I have to rely on. The only thing I have to rely on.

He lets me out slowly. He gives me an evil and stern look, reminding me not to run and not to struggle because they would be the people I would spend my time with. The people, not the devils who caused me to lose the life I was living. The life I thought I was living, the life I wish I did more things like last night.

"Get up," He snaps. I wake back up into reality; the place I wished was in my dreams. I slowly and painfully get up knowing I broke some type of bones. I wince as I stand up on the feet that I praise God for giving. "You can do whatever you want to this man, you hear me?" He says as he gives me things to work with.

I look back at Red Eagle and the back at David. "Go on, I will be in the kitchen and remember what I told you. You run, you die. You stay you live." I nod, speechless. What am I supposed to say? That I understand you will kill me for no reason. I've never did anybody wrong. I've never even raised my voice to someone ever. I pick up the drill and press on to the handle feeling the vibration in my fingertips. I set it down and pick up the rusty scissors Red Eagle used to cut of my hair.

"Do you love your hair?" I ask in the same way he did. Who was I becoming? I saw a reflection of myself in the scissors. I started taking steps back and Red Eagle followed my steps as if he were supposed to dance. "You are sick you know that?" I say with my voice shaking. I can't do this. No matter how much hatred, I couldn't do it. I kept taking steps back and my back finally hitting the doorknob.

He opens his mouth to say something. I pick up the drill and point it towards him. "You want to keep your eyes? Shut up." I say trying to sound like I knew what I was doing. "Now scream like you are in pain, the same way I did." Tears stung my eyes, but this time they weren't going to come down my cheek. I wasn't going to break the promise I made to myself the first time.

He screams a manly scream. I give him a look he reacts to and he does even more acting then before. "Please Stop!"

I nod my head. "Now, don't stop." I quietly opened the door and saw the hall way which had a trail of blood. My blood I believe. I look down to my feet which had my blood that started further up. I winced in pain as I discretely walked down the hallway with the drill in my hand gripped firm and strongly.

I hear dishes clanking in the kitchen and bite my lip as I continue my path to door way. I open the door and see a bulky man standing in front I scream and hit him as hard as he can in the head. He falls to the ground lifeless.

I look at his body then see Red Eagle. I began to run and never looking behind me. I could hear the yelling from the back of the apartment as I make it to the second floor from the third.

I feel the cold and the rough ground. Not caring how much it hurts. How much pain I am in. No matter what I am getting out of here. I make it by the next stair case then I run into another man. I lift my hand with the drill and take a swing at his head but then he catches it. He was much stronger than the other two I encountered. He was much more familiar.

"Andre?" I ask. I shake my head, trying not to imagine things while I'm trying to get away from something I wish I could imagine. Something that isn't true. Nope, he's there. "Come on, you have to come." I yell, trying to get him out of there. He won't budge I pull harder. Then I fall. Then I see Red Eagle and two others.

"Go," Andre whispers from over his shoulder. I shake my head no. I couldn't let my issue be his. I didn't know him. I didn't want him to die from me. I look over. "Alexandria, I said to go.

How does he know my name? My nickname was the only thing I have told him. Why was he here? I ran behind the wall and peeked over. My curiosity was getting the best of me. No matter how much danger I could be in. I didn't care. It was always security for me. But not now.

"Victor, it's nice to see you are doing well." He lifts his leather coat unleashing his gun. A gun? Why does he have a gun? He's only seventeen. Why does he know Red Eagle, or Victor?

"Well, Andre, well. This was my mission." He said trying to walk past him towards me where he spotted me behind the door. I hide my face. What if they kill him? "Now if you'll excuse me." Andre lets him walk by. The he hits him in the back of the head which Red Eagle blocks.

"Really?" He laughs. The laugh that I absolutely hate. "You know you're father has a warrant out for you, now if you really want to be turned in to him, that would be no problem for me what so ever. Ever since you started working on the other side, you've started acting exactly like Garcia. Now let me go before she gets away."