No Childhood

So close

He walked me down a long, narrow hallway, aligned with doors. All the doors had numbers at the top of them. We were close to 60, when he stopped in front of a room with missing letters above it. The remaining letters spelled "T. E. H." Andre opened the door pulled me inside. As soon as we walked in, I smelled blood. I could hear people screaming and what sounded like a drill. The large room was separated by tiny cells with weapons in them, the kind to torture with. Immediately, my heart started beating out of my chest. Are they gonna use those things on me? I asked myself.

"Keep moving," He scolded, snapping me out of my trance. He walked me into a room in the back and sat me in a metal chair. "Stay put," He said with a smirk. He turned and walked out the room, closing the door behind him. My immediate instinct was to find a way out. I got up from the seat and ran to the door. Locked.

"Crap," I whispered, looking for another way out. There were small, wide windows on the opposite side of the room. I ran over and tried the first one. Sealed. I got the same result with the second window. As I tried to push on the last window, Andre burst into the room, with a blank expression.

"I told you to stay put," He said.

"We both knew that was gonna happen," I replied sarcastically.

"That mouth of yours migh- will get you in trouble," He said angrily. He stalks toward me. I didn't notice before, but he came back in with a few weapons in his hand. My face became pale and I backed up into a wall. "No smart remark? How disappointing." He mocked, "scared now, huh?"

"Shut up," I mumbled.

"I was gonna give you a choice, but you hurt my feelings," He said, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. "So the hard way it is then," His anger became more of a dark amusement. At this moment, he was so close to me that I could smell the stale weed and alcohol on his breath, and clothes. My body reacted, before my mind could. I kneed him between his legs and when he went to hold himself, I kneed him in the face. He fell on his back and moaned in pain. I sped to the door and tried it. Locked.  I'm just set up for failure, aren't I. I thought, annoyed.

I turned to see Andre trying to get up. I spotted his weapons on the floor next to him. But I had hesitated too long and he was already picking them up. He began to pace towards me angrily.

"You really done it now you little bi-" before he could finish, he stubbed his toe on the chair. As he cursed, my eyes fell upon a small metal trash can by the chair, as I laughed. Perfect. I sprinted towards it and grabbed it. When I looked over to where I last saw Andre, my hair was yanked back, causing me to stumble. A sharp object was pressed against my neck.

"That was funny huh?" He asked with a fake laugh. "Drop.... it," He whispered in my ear. I tried to brake free, but he brought to knife closer to my neck, drawing blood. I gasped in pain. "I'm not going to repeat myself," He warned. I let the metal can fall to the floor and he sat me in the chair I had been in earlier. Andre grabbed a pair of handcuffs out of the handful of objects he brought in. I was soon handcuffed to the chair, making it so I couldn't fight back.

"Tell me where De'Asia is," He said, reaching for a whip. I turned my chin up, and refused to respond. The whip was whipped across my stomach twice, making me scream in pain. "Where is she," He repeated.

"I...I... don't... know." I replied straining. A tear, fell down my cheek. "Please.."

"Already had enough? We haven't even gotten started yet," He said with amusement. I felt the impact of the whip on my stomach twice more, making me scream in pain again. "I'm not gonna ask you again," He leaned in real close. "Last chance."

"Go to... hell." I said and spit in his face.

"You're really asking for it," He said angrily, moving away. "Why are you protecting her? She practically traded you for drugs."

"Don't try to turn me against her," I said. "It won't work, even if I did know where she was."

"Worth a try." He said, whipping my shoulder. I squirmed in my seat."When it was time for her to pay, she ran off, and left you behind," He said. He set the whip off on my stomach again. I groaned. "Now tell me where she is!" He commanded angrily. I looked up at him with hate in my eyes, but didn't say a word. Streams of tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"Ahh!" He yelled in anger as he mushed me and stood up straight. "She got away with too much. We need to know where she is, now!" He said, although he was talking to himself more than to me. He pulled out a gun and pointed it towards me. I looked at him with a blank expression, trying not to show how scared I was. "Since you don't know where she is, you're no use to us. Give one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now," He threatened.

My first excuse was ransom, but I'd rather die, than be held for ransom. I couldn't do that to my family. They could end up being left with nothing.

"Because your gang doesn't want me dead," I argued, as confidently as I could.

"How do you figure?" He asked, amused.

"Because I'm the closest you can get to her. Without me, you have nothing," I replied. He thought for a second. He sighed, pinching the bridge off his nose with his thumb and finger. After a moment, he began to un-cuff me. He started with my right hand.

"No funny shit, or I'll shoot your ass," He said lying the gun on the floor beside him. I leaned to the right, with my hand dangling off the side, until I was able to reach the metal bin I had earlier. "You're going back to your cell, and Scoot will deal with you later."

One he was finished with ankles. I gripped the trash can, and swung it. It hit Andre in the temple and knocked him to the ground. He lied there motionless.

"Idiot," I said, slowly making my way over to the windows, clutching my stomach and the garbage can. Once I got to the window, I hit it repeatedly with the can. After the third hit, it broke, but they must have had a guard outside the door, because someone came in when the window broke. I didn't even look back and continued my escape attempt. Once I got one leg out, I was grabbed by the waist and thrown to the ground. I saw Scoot stood over me, smirking. His fingers had a small space in the middle as he looked down at me.

"So close," he said, before I blacked out.