Out of Time

Chapter 5

Running through the streets; sweat dripping down my back and my lungs burning for air as my legs want to give out. Pitch black surrounds the night sky with the moon high up on it's peak. Looking down at me as if this is some unruly game. Stumbling across the ragged sidewalk hoping to come across anyone. Running by empty stores I take notice in one as I see my reflection come across the shimmering surface. Bruises running up and down my whole neck, scraps and cuts cover my face and arms. Blood trickling down my busted lip, and forehead where it was smashed into a brick wall. Dark bags hanging just below my eyes and..oh. My eyes. Looking torn, beaten and bruised; almost fragile, looking like they would break at any moment from the slightest pressure. Fear radiating off of them piercing into your soul if you look for too long. Tearing my gaze away from the display window I take off running full speed. Thoughts of what happened all too fresh in my mind. Tears coming to the brink of my eyes refusing to fall. Hearing footsteps following my path I take a quick right to immediately take a quick left trying to confuse my attackers. Clouds starting to cover the full moon shattering all; if any, hopes of sight. With a sharp right around a corner I feel cold droplets on my face, soon to be on my arms, legs, and sidewalk. Quickly forming into a full downpour from the sky above. Completely soaking everything below. Looking around I realize that everything is familiar to me; I know where I am. One block ahead is my apartment. Sprinting down as fast as I can I finally make it make to my apartment building. Winds picking up speed almost making the building give off the look of it swaying, sounding off an eerily croak in it's wake. 

Rushing up the stairs to my apartment door. Swiftly grabbing out my keys just as I reach my flat. Sliding in the key and swinging open the door. Thundering feet running up the steps. I immediately shut the door creating a temporary barrier between me and my tormentors. Pushing the nearest couch to block an easy access into my sanctuary. Running into the kitchen I head straight for the knife stand; yanking one out of it's holder. Banging lumes over the entire atmosphere, shyly I edge towards the living room. Noticing the beding door frame every time a loud bang comes into play. I promptly scurry down the hall into the farthest bedroom; which just so happens to be mine. I slam and lock my door as soon as I hear my first one break. Not having enough time to block this one I run straight to my bathroom and do the same thing. 

Opening the window I shift my right leg over the edge onto the fire escape. A loud *crack* shatters the door followed by hurrying footsteps. Yanging me back by the waist before I could even comprehend getting my left leg over. I try to get out of his hold but as soon as I even try his grip gets tighter, and another pair of hands are grabbing my feet. Stopping me from kicking my way out. Soon I no longer feel the tight wrenching grips etching bruises into me, but I'm in the air and immediately on a soft blush mattress. Hastily trying to get my way out a huge body full of muscle lands on me completely trapping my tiny structure underneath.

"You didn't think you'd get away that easily did you?" says Gabe with a cold hard stare and stinky breath fanning my face. With my throat closing up on my from the close proximity of our bodies and his mouth so close to mine I did the only thing that came to mind. I spat in his face causing the small glint in his eyes of lust and mischief to vanish. Bringing my knee up as fast as I can I slam it straight into his groin causing him to topple over the side of the bed. With Ryan caught off guard I easily maneuver around him into the hallway, and out into my living room where I dropped my knife. 

 Grabbing my shoulder and slamming me into the brick solid wall to my right; making some of the older of the bricks crumble from the sudden burst of a powerful force. Wearily I look up into the menacing stare of Gabe as he leaned down to my face. While Alex comes forward and picks up the knife to give it straight to Gabe. 

Suddenly dropped to the floor  from the strength holding me up was quickly taken away. I stare straight ahead to see a man holding Gabe by the throat with his feet dangling just adjacent inches off the floor. A spitting image of the position I was just in just mere seconds ago. A loud grunt was heard to my left; looking over to see Ryan being held onto the floor with the same knife pierced at his throat. Every time he  went to breathe the knife would lightly push against his throat giving him the reminder of just one simple movement would end his life. Staring in awe of the two men that just saved my life I take in their beautiful features. The first one who was holding Gabe to a wall had gorgeous blonde hair contrasting to his hazel eyes. High defined cheekbones that direct your attention to his thin pale lips. His tight black t-shirt barely left anything to the imagination showing off his sculpted chest and abs. Looking to my left I see the other one still on top of Ryan pinning him to the floor. His hair was a dark brown almost making it look black in some parts making his brown eyes stand out from the rest of his features. With less defined cheek bones and a paler skin tone compared to the other one his lips looked barely there. Wearing a more loose black t-shirt I couldn't tell if he had the same structure; however  I did take notice in his bulging arms when ever he flexed. 

"You shouldn't stare it's rude." said a deep baritone voice from the front doorway. Tearing my gaze off the two gorgeous men. I come across an older gentlemen with brown eyes and peppered style hair from his age. Although he was older I couldn't help but admire his physique of a structure with a shadowed light beard and a sharp jawline. Comparing to his thin pale pink lips. Dressed in nicely grey sweater and black undershirt paired in expensive looking jeans. Moving forwards from his once leaning figure against the frame of my now broken door. Walking forward straight to me.

"Willow, you remind me so much of your mother. Oh how I wish I could of been there to watch you grow up." he said as he reached me and crouched down so we were both at eye level. Narrowing my eyes into his chocolate brown eyes. 

"Who are you?" I snapped at him making me sound more confident than what I felt. Judging from the reaction from his face he didn't quite expect such a cold response. 

"Willow, I'm your father." he quietly cooed to me like such a simple answer would be perfectly fine. Hearing a grunt to my left tearing me away from what I was about to say. My attention solely on the man hovering over the other. Apparently my 'father' didn't appreciate the interruption. "Take them out of here." he coldly demanded. Narrowing his eyes on Gabe and Ryan as the were hauled out of the apartment. With only the two of us in the apartment there was no one to stop my from my irrational outburst. Abruptly standing up onto my feet I smacked my hand across his left cheek marking it immediately with a handprint slowly turning red. "My father left before I was born. So technically I don't have father, and to have a lunatic like you barge into my apartment making those kind of accusations is uncalled for." I yelled walking forward with every word. Unfortunately instead of backing up like I initially hoped  so I could make an escape from this lunatic; he just stood his ground eyes blazing with multiply emotions I couldn't decipher. 

"I know I haven't been the best role model, but I've come to tell you something important. I need you to go back to this apartment. Go into your mom's closet and find a wooden box engraved with W. C. Take that back with you, and don't let anyone take it." he stiffly yet firmly told me. The longer he talked the more infuriated I became. Somewhere in the middle of his speech the two gods came back, completely oblivious to our conversation. "My mom's dead asshole. I don't know who you think you are, but you have no right to tell me what to do."  I was screaming in his face. I almost thought smoke was coming out of my ears from the fury I deeply felt from all the pain I've built up over the years. Even after my tirade he stood there completely composed of any emotion, making me all the more furious. "Your mother died? When?" he calmly asked. Now gaining the attention of the other two in the room. "When I was eight. The same time my Aunt got Alex, and the same time I gave up on you coming home." I quietly replied with tears threatening to escape the rim of my eyes. Suddenly feeling awkward with three pairs of eyes on me I look down to my feet trying to think of a way to escape these lunatics. Hearing someone step forward I immediately looked up to see the older man coming closer. Staring into his eyes he tells me " I'm sorry for not being there. I hope to see you soon, but remember what I told you." Stretching his hand out to my cheek he wipes away a stray tear I didn't realize got out. 

"By the way Willow you really shouldn't dream of such things like this darling." he told me as he stared into my eyes making me hold his gaze. While I am completely oblivious to him lifting his right hand up to my forehead. The last thought on my mind was Andre.