His Little Ruin

35|Quinn Thatcher

35|Quinn Thatcher

Candy in hand I walk around the area for hours looking for anything to do but I gave up at some point. Sitting down at a table I watched as everyone danced like there was no tomorrow

The moon lit up the sky. As torches lit up the street. The laughs and smiles warmed my heart to the point I felt like I was about to explode. Music filled up the dim area as loud screeches were heard all around the place

They had joy in them. No danger. No grief. Joy. Getting up I grabbed an ice cream and decided to turn back around and make my way back towards my friends

Slowly I take small steps phone in my right hand and cone in my left

It was pretty dark to the point the lights were nothing compared to the flash on the back of my phone. Though I could rarely see. I also didn't really know where I was going either. It was too quiet

My breath began to hitch and I got a bone curdling chill that ran up my spine and through my chest. Something didn't feel right

Speeding up I walk a bit faster than I was before determined to get back to the group. But something else wanted me to stay. A feeling of excitement fills my body but also a never ending feeling of fear

Even though excitement filled me I still continued walking but that's when I heard a twig break. Head whipping around I try to find the source of the sound but I see no one. Nor hear anyone

"If you're there don't even think about touching me. That's if you know what's best for you."

My fingers were shaking and my heart could be heard in my thoughts. But the adrenaline. The adrenaline consumed me. From head to toe. Finally getting the flash on I move my phone in circles as I search the area like a dumb ass

After looking, I inhale and exhale, coming to a conclusion that no one is there and I'm just hallucinating because danger is all i've known my whole life. I'm relieved but kind of bummed at the same time

Shaking the nerves off I laugh to myself and continue walking down the dark and hard path back to where the crowd was. One foot in front of the other every step of the way. But that's when I feel a heavy breath on my neck

Freezing in place I reach my hand to the back of my neck only to feel it on my hand

"What the fuck",is all I could get out before everything went pitch black

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Head aching my eyes flutter open slowly as I regain both my vision and my hearing. I've had to get knocked out or something. That was uncalled for

Maybe I would've gladly let him take me instead of hitting me upside of my head and giving me a god damned scalding headache

I can hear about six different voices in this room. Looking around it's nothing but room. I must be in a basement of some sort. Trying to get up I notice I have chains wrapped around my wrists bounding me to a pipe

The room grew quiet and that's when I knew they noticed that I'm no longer unconscious. Dropping my head down I make no eye contact with any of them

"Well if it isn't the donna herself, Quinn Thatcher, father calls you Imagun." the name rolls off his tongue like ice and I begin to quiver

My father. Chanum Thatcher. I swallow hard about the thoughts of that man. The man who abused me and my mom. Never in my life did I think I'd be getting kidnapped because of him. Especially in a situation like this

But how do they know me and my dad?. My father's mafia is known but not down here in Massachusetts. What do they want from me?. Or even him. Chin being grabbed aggressively I'm forced to look up and into a set of green eyes