The Lords against DJ

Untitled Part 13

DJ in the Shelter

With a disturbing jerk to his whole body, DJ Snapped open his eyes in the dark place. He clutched his fingers around the vibrating mad cell phone cuddling him on his chest and pulled it away to see the caller ID with his bleary, dewy eyes. A blurry 'private number' appeared on the blue screen and that was enough to make the boy sit up on the dirty ground.

A wince left his parted lips when his sore body protested in pain, all the muscles and joints cried as he stretched his small tired body to straighten up and get ready to function properly. In his dazed state, DJ went to pick up the call first thing just to stop that annoying device that throbbed in his aching head, to finally talk to that unknown man and gab about things that happened previously. The detective also wanted to learn about the future actions that they had to go through in order to get help now that he had lost a chance.

But all that to-do list set off only to land in the trash when the phone, calling for attention, went silent and the vibration stopped indicating that the call was missed.

Sighing, DJ slumped back to his previous position to get comfortable again only to bump his head on the hard ground when he mistook the harsh reality of his current status as his soft and cloudy dream that he had earlier. Uttering an 'O-Oww' fairly loud, DJ looked up at the ceiling while holding his head in both his small hands. A gasp of fear left him and his breath hitched witnessing a dark, scratchy and suffocatingly low ceiling staring back at him.

'Where am I?' the boy thought with a racing heart and building anxiety as he lay still where he was mimicking the rocks surrounding him. Such scary and unpredictable situations were always too much for Jerry; he wasn't the kind to accept a change or move with the flow like people would in most cases. DJ needed much more space, time and surety before he managed to do things.

That was one of the reasons he couldn't leave Ferra Market even when he was mistreated and bullied almost every day. But then, the past few days were already messing with his depressed mind, and his mental comfort routine and was giving him more anxiety than any other days.

With wild thoughts already running wild and out of his grip, Jerry closed his eyes and took a deep breath to compose himself and not cry in helplessness. He slowly started to sit up again, breathing through his nose as he examined his whereabouts.

Looking around cautiously with those big round eyes, DJ took notice of the strange surroundings he was alone in. A large, imbalanced rocky structure roused from all his sides, tall enough for DJ to stand on his knees only and wide enough to accommodate a pair of humans easily. There was a small opening at one side, shining light inside the dark place and illuminating it lightly.

DJ concluded that as an entrance to the structure.

The ground he sat on was a little bit bearable compared to the otherwise humid and damp environment of the place. Then surrounding his small body were small rocks and twigs and dried leaves, at a small distance sat his minimal luggage in a piled-up small mountain.

Thankful to see his belongings and himself safe and sound, Jerry discerned the fact that he was residing in some sort of cave, a rock shelter. A flash of events from the night before started to play before his eyes, from the start of the wild chase to him tripping and dropping on the ground, the constant change of path to distract the people following, Yael finding a hidden spot and shoving him inside then both of them going almost unconscious, instantly, after hitting the ground.

It was like superhero movie making, in which DJ was casted without his permission.

Another fact that made a self-discovery was the man who he had risked his life for was nowhere to be seen in that horrifying, slightly dark rock shelter.