~Him and the blood~

|005| Strangers.

How could he be so...Toxic and hot at the same time? I mean, even if we are ex's, he's still that damn man I fell in love with. The flashbacks shock my mind, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. What do I do with him. I told myself I was done with toxins. Done with the base, done with him.

Especially him. But my heart nor mind would let me let him go. I didn't know what to do. I need to stop falling for people who have hurt me. He betrayed me! Why am I still so in love with him? This doesn't make sense. I need to get my mind straight and stop thinking about him. Well, to get my minds off things I'll start cleaning up the shack.

Guess it got broken into and raided. Glass was scattered all around on the floor, furniture and anything else you could name. Wait, if someone broke in, does that mean they took my stuff? I ran over to the kitchen, checking the cabinets and drawers. Everything's there, good. Before I left the sewer, I knew Raph was standing at the entrance watching me leave.

I mean, I turned the water black. Of course he was going to come and see me standing there, why did he though? Probably because Casey told him to. Anyways, back to cleaning and getting out of my thoughts. The TV plays in the background, but as I listen to it while cleaning I hear the 'warning news' announcement.

I turn around, looking at the TV. The news lady was talking in front of the TV, then the camera turned to the side pointing to a man. "So, what can you tell us about your job?" She asked, pointing the mic right below his chin. "Well, I work as a retired meteorologist." A meteorologist huh?

They talk for a few more seconds, then I hear a name that is very familiar. "Yes, his name is Zane Jones. He got kidnapped or ran away as a kid, we don't remember." They're still looking for me. No. No, they can't be. That was over ten years ago! Why were they still looking for me? I mean, my dad was the biggest piece of dog shit I've ever known.

He left my mom when I was the age of seven, then she committed suicide. Yea, not a fun life. Noel had to take care of me and Casey. I was the middle child and it was hard taking care of Casey when Noel left to do grocery shopping. Casey was five, and Noel was thirteen. So, taking care of a toddler was hard work.

Wait, if my mom committed suicide, how did Emma come into the family? Adoption? But all I remember of my dad before he left was he used to beat the shit out of me. Whipping me with belts, slapping me, carving into me. Anything he could find to torture me he would do. Leave me bruises and blood and marks, and Noel would always help me afterwards.

But I am not letting him find me. No. If he does I'm screwed. And I'm not letting him get to Casey and Noel. No way. I need to find a weapon to protect me, but what could I use? All of the silverware got taken when somebody trashed the place, so couldn't use that. What could I use...The idea of him popped into my head.

I can't just go and take his sai! What will he do if he sees it gone? Gritting my teeth, I sit down onto the couch. My leg starts bouncing up and down, anxiety taking over my body. The overthinking starts to rush in, and sweat builds up on my forehead. God, I'm overthinking this to hard.

Sitting up, I decide what to do. I turn off the TV, tossing the remote onto the couch. The floor creaks as I walk over to the door. My hand wraps around it, turning the door knob and opening the creaky door. Walking out of the shack, I close the door locking it with my keys. I put them into my pocket, and start walking across the rooftops.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this. Going back into the sewers to steal one of Raph's sais. The only way I knew that they weren't home was because I could hear them outside on the rooftops going onto patrol. The shack isn't soundproof, at all. I climb down the ladder, the smell of the sewer going into my nose making me scrunch my face.