Pewdiecry: Alone

Chapter 18

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Work was as tedious as ever, filling out the same forms, sorting out the same shipments, the same products, the same people.

The people part wasn't all that bad. It was comforting to know everyone, and not have to worry about any one else being there. I like the routines, I can't fuck up if it's the same thing every day.

There was a small change today though. A large man had joined the team. He was overweight, his stomach almost always stuck out the bottom of his shirt, and he was grubby, but he was a good worker. He lifted many things on his own that would usually take two of the smaller guys. It wasn't long before he was a great asset to the team. He had a temper, but as long as you didn't annoy him he was fine. He was getting, in his mid 50s or so and we knew hardly anything about his past, but I suppose what mattered right now was the present.

Although... I was starting to feel a little uneasy around him.

Something just doesn't seem right with him.

I've spotted him staring at me quite a few times. Every time he did it was like he was trying to bore into my soul with his eyes, trying to intimidate me. If I'm honest though, he doesn't scare me half as much as Marzia and her deadly glare. Against her his glare was a puppy stare. So half the time I shrugged it off.

But then he started to ask me, rather personal questions...

"How old are you? Oh you're married? Who's the girl? A guy? What is he like, his name, his age, his height..." I didn't answer all of them, but he was really getting nosey.

But not really focusing on you. No, I had realised that he was somewhat hooked on knowing about Ryan.

Why though? Who exactly was this guy? And what was his obbsession with Ryan?

Cry

I fiddle with the ring on my finger. Felix had a matching one on his. Everytime I look at it I smile, knowing that we were finally bound by the greatest commitment of all time.

My laptop pinged, making me jump and start working again. The email was from an unknown sender, so it had been put into my spam box. I went to delete it but noticed something weird.

The subject was only a couple of words.

"Hello runt." Hm. Strange way to try and grab my attention...

Something about those words made me feel a little ill. I felt dizzy, nauseous. I clutched my mouth and ran to the bathroom, vomitting up my lunch. I sat on the bathroom floor holding the toilet seat.

That was gross...

I walked rather lazily back to the laptop. The email was still there, staring back at me. I shook my head.

This is ridiculous, it's just an email.

I sat down and after a slight hesitation I opened it. Large pictures of a younger me lying on a small, dirty bed in a small dark bedroom flashed up. I'm facing away from the camera, probably oblivious to the fact that pictures were being taken. I was naked, bruised with fluids covering my back, my legs spread and my hands still gripping the bed sheets.

I stood up and threw the laptop back, narrowly missing Kathy and breaking the screen so now black lines covered the photos.

I took a step back shaking my head.

No...

No he was gone... Locked away behind thick grey bars...

He can't be here...

I grip my head so hard I was sure I was going to tear out my hair.

The mask.

Where is the mask? I threw it away! If he's here he'll hurt me for sure... My mask is gone...

I trip over something, Edgar, and I fell to the floor, scrambling up and sitting in that tight ball in the corner of the hallway, leaning against the wall.

Flashes of memories I thought I had finally put to rest fly through my mind. No... No more... Please no... Not now... Not when I had finally started to put my life together. I start shaking, I can't stop. His gruff, angry voice still so clear in my head...

"Hello runt, been good today? I'll do to you what that wench would get."

No... Please I don't want it... The shouting from downstairs, the arguments about me, about them...

Please... Why are you here?

There's a click of a door. I flinch, expecting the sound of those heavy boots.

"Ryan?" I can't look up I'm too frightened.

"Ryan! Ryan what happened?" A warm, gentle hand on my shoulder. I flinch a little, but it stays. Another hand strokes my hair tenderly.
"It's okay, it's alright, Ryan."

I slowly look up.

Felix... It's not him... Its Felix.

I start crying, feeling the tears fall down my cheeks and onto my arms. His wonderful blue eyes were full of concern and fear. His hand pulled me into him, holding me tight as I cried and shook in his arms. He stroked my hair as I mumbled about him being back to get me.

"Who's coming to get you Ryan?" he asked as he used a soft thumb to stroke away some tears from my face.

"It's him... He's going to hurt me... He won't stop until he has me..."

"Who Ryan?" I grip his shirt with a shaky hand and he pulls me closer, holding me tighter, protecting me.

"M-my real father..." I answer, swallowing hard as my mouth dried out.
"He's out of prison. And he's here." I shake harder as Felix comforted me.

My father is out. And he is coming after me with a vengance.

To be continued