Trees don't move. || A proxy story

C H A P T E R 3

( Your POV )

Once back up to my room I set my stuff down and plopped back down onto my bed. I began to get comfortable but something felt a little off, I had that weird feeling of being watched again.

I slowly got up and walked to my window which was still open from earlier and peaked my head out analyzing the surroundings outside. Upon seeing no one outside I still had that weird feeling of being watched so I shut and locked my window. Once I shut my window and made sure that it was locked I walked back to my bed and plopped back down onto it.

"That's odd. Whatever, I guess I'm just paranoid from earlier." I said out loud trying to calm myself and my paranoia, maybe I was so paranoid because I got left alone by myself after the whole situation earlier.

"I'll just message Alex, I'm sure she's awake." I thought to myself as I reached for my phone. I tried turning it on but after waiting for a moment I realized that it died earlier. I groaned and plugged my phone into the charger and set it down before going back to browse on my computer.

"Hmmm, I should probably shower." I thought out loud as I got up to grab some comfortable clothes and headed to the bathroom, thankfully I had my own bathroom.

I entered the bathroom and walked over to the shower, turning it on and waiting for it to heat up. As I waited for the water to heat up I set my clothes on the back of the toilet and went to grab my speaker and set up some music on my laptop to listen to during my shower. Once the shower finally warmed up I got undressed out of my day clothes which were pretty dirty and stepped into the shower.

20 minutes into the shower I heard a strange prying noise come from my room and although it was faint due to the music I had playing I could still hear it, it sounded like there was some sort of struggle going on. Upon hearing that I quickly turned off the shower and got dressed as quickly as I could.

Once I got dressed I quickly looked for something that I could use as a weapon, sadly due to being in my bathroom I didn't have access to the pocket knife that is usually on my bed stand or so I thought.

Upon realizing that I brought my pocket knife along with me I quickly checked my pants pocket and grabbed my pocket knife before slowly exiting my bathroom. To my surprise I didn't see anyone in my room just yet but I did see my window pried open.

"God dammit.." I muttered to myself quietly as I cautiously moved around my room and towards my phone so I could call the authorities and my mother.

Just as I was about to reach my phone to unplug it and see if it was charged up at least a little bit I got tackled to the ground and a heavy object pressed against the back of my neck.

"AHHHG, SON OF A BITCH THAT HURT.." I shouted, trying to get away from the person's grip but stopped once the person spoke.

"St- Stop moving or I- I'll cut your fu- fu- fucking head off." He said coldly but threateningly as he adjusted the object and pressed it against my neck again, this time I could feel a sharp edge to it.

"...Ok.." I mumbled, pretty scared and in pain due to the fact that he was kneeling over me with all of his body weight pressed against my back.

"What do you wa- want?.." I asked, stuttering on the last word as I was pretty choked up due to fear.

( 2nd person POV )

"Our B- Boss wants to s- s- see you." He said, slowly removing his weapon from the back of your neck and grabbing you by the collar of your shirt before slowly standing up, making sure not to let go of you.

"Our?.." you question, a terrified look in your eyes as he turned you around to face him.

He chuckled at you're terrified expression. "Yes, 'Ou- Our' Boss. There's more than one of us here to c- collect you." He said, grabbing ropes out of his hoodie pocket and tying your hands together.

"Woah woah! Wait- there's more people?!" You questioned, panicking more as he tied your hands together. You were frantically trying to get out of his grip before you noticed his hatchet.

"Ke- Keep fucking still!" He yelled kinda, his voice was kind of muffled by his mouth guard. Although even though his face was covered with goggles and a mouth guard you could still tell that he was annoyed.

"No!" You shouted, panic clear in your voice as you continue to struggle. It was only when he slapped you really hard to cross the face that you finally stopped.

"Gu- Guess we'll have to do thi- this the hard way." He said, grabbing his hatchet and knocking you in the side of the head with the end of the handle, causing you to pass out.