No Childhood

No Tears

Surely enough, a vent, just big enough for me to fit into, stared at me from the high right corner.

"Thanks Tre," I whispered, hoping he is okay. I climbed an empty shelf and attempted to pull the vent off the wall. Surprisingly, it popped off with one tug. I almost lose my balance. With my one good arm, I hoisted myself up, into the vent, and replaced it. After only about 5 minutes in the vent, I was dying. My legs and neck had cramps and the heat in the further part of the vent was on hell. The smell of wet dog filled my nose, as I slid my sweaty body through the vent. I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't stop.

"Where did she go!" I heard a familiar voice yell, followed by a punch landing. I pursued the sound, until I ended up by the room I recognized as "Teh room." I smiled, when I saw the boarded, broken window. My smile soon vanished when I saw who was in the room. Pack and Andre stood in front of a restrained, bullied Tre. They had with bats, whips, and bloody knuckles. Tre stood with his arms chained to a wall, with an indifferent expression. Blood cover his face and clothes.

"Tell me how she got out," Andre said, grabbing Tre by the hair and pulling his head back. Tre strained and grunted in pain.

"Go... To.. Hell," He said, and spit in Andre's face. Andre forcefully pushed Tre's head against the wall and wiped his face. Then he smiled, menacingly.

"Tre, why are you protecting her? What did she ever do for you? She didn't come back for you. You didn't make a difference in your circumstances at all," Andre said, trying to reason with him. Tre looked him in the eyes.

"But I made a difference in hers, so I don't care," He replied. Andre threw his arms up in frustration. I smiled.

"If anything you should've escaped, and left her!" He yelled.

"Why, so you can rape her again?" Tre asked, angrily.

"Fine have it your way," Andre said, surrendering. "Get the drill," He ordered Pack. Pack rummaged around in a small drawer, before pulling out a miniature drill. His finger pushed a button, and it began to spin wildly.

"Last chance," He paused, waiting for an answer. "No? Okay, Pack let him have it." He said, pointing at Tre. Tre tightly closed his eyes and turned his head away. At this point, I couldn't watch anymore. Watching him get tortured would be too much for me. I turned my body around and didn't hesitated, before kicking open the vent, and jumping out.

"Stop!" I yelled. All eyes turned to me. Tre's eyes widened in shock, while Pack and Andre smiled evilly. In one swift motion, my injured arm was being twisted behind my back. My head fell onto his shoulder as I strained. A painful gasp escaped my lips.

"Look who decided to show up," Andre said so close, I could feel his breath on my neck. "Your just in time for the show," I could feel his wicked smile planted on my neck. "Continue Pack," Pack turned his back to us and brought the drill closer to the side of Tre's shin.

"Where's the difference now, Tre?" He spat.

"No!" I screamed, squirming in Andre's hold. The room filled with Tre's screaming and clanging of chains. Pack kept pushing it in further, until it came out of the other side. More crimson liquid ran down his leg, as Pack slowly pulled the drill out. Pack repeated the process multiple times, on the same leg before stopping. By then my eyes were spilling tears and I was hoarse. The pain in my arm was worse from all the struggling I'd been doing. Tre finally passed out from the pain, and Andre pushed me on the floor. He and Pack laughed menacingly, when I hit the ground. I groaned and looked at Tre. His own blood soaked his body. Holes lied in his shins. Bruises rested on the remainder of his body. He looked as if he was dead. I couldn't help think that it might've be better if he was. He wouldn't have to feel any more pain physically or mentally. He could finally be worry free.

"You're next," Pack said, standing over me. His grimy hand grabbed my neck and pulled me up. He led me to a cold, metal table and held me down. Soon enough, I was chained to it and the two men left the room. Silence surrounded me, as I stared at Tre's unconscious body. I felt like it was my fault they did this to him. If only i would've went back to help him earlier, I thought. My eyes burned from all the crying I'd been doing and struggling wasn't even an option anymore. I was beyond exhausted. With my head tilted back, I closed my eyes, ready for my fate. I was ready for death and whatever else came with it. Crying wasn't even worth it anymore, so i sat in complete silence.

I don't know how long it was, before I heard a noise. I listened closer and then I heard it again. It sounded like a chain. My eyes shot open and I looked towards the wall where Tre was chained. With his eyes still shut and his head down, he stood motionless and limp. I looked back at the ceiling and closed my eyes.

"They're gonna do the same to you, as they did to me, or worse," He suddenly said. "You shouldn't have come back. You've only made things worse," He scolded. "You had your chance to get away, twice, now its my turn. Andre was right. I should've left you behind and freed myself," I stared at the ceiling, in shock from his words, I wanted to cry, but I didn't, my tears weren't even worth it anymore. I was use to people letting me down.