Get 'em Jonny Boy

Chapter 18

*Jonathans PoV*

Sitting on the hard kitchen chair, I moan and groan from my inflicted migraine. The dark-ish room covered in dusty old newspapers and magazine articles, swaying slightly as my head rolls to the side. Rubbing my eyes on my shoulder, my hazy vision clears up just a little bit, giving me enough site so I can see what the newspapers are all about.

Nothing. They're about nothing important. Just the first page of paper.

The singular light in the far corner flickers, giving the already sickening room and more ghastly, eerie vibe. Shuddering in pure fear, a gust of wind hits me. The cold, sharp air hits me like a ton of bricks. My breathing labored and heavy. My breath fogging up the air as snow drifts in and out of the open window and shuttering shutters.

"Holy fucking Christ!" I whisper, my teeth clattering at the wind to skin contact. My white wife beater soaked in what seemed to be blood. My blood.

Whimpering, I notice the ancient looking ball and chain connected to foot. Groaning softly, I wiggle in my seat. The old oak wood howls under me. Trying to think and not faint from my pounding head I wiggle my hands trying to loosen the rope.

"Fuck, what the hell!" I groan as my skin rips and tears apart. The rope isn't as tight as it was twenty seconds ago as it drops from my hands. Flexing my wrist and fingers, I move them down to my feet.

"Really? Who the hell using a ball and chain? What the fuck is this, the 1820!?" I groan as I take a small piece of wood and trying to unlock the devils creation.

After, who knows how long. The lock finally clicks. I quickly grab the chains so they don't clink on the floor. I limp my way to the door, peaking out of the cracks. I see a big buff tan guy sitting there with some type of firearm.

Shuddering, I turn around and limp back to the window. Looking out of it, I see I'm about 6 or 7 stories up. The messed up bricks show that the building is definitely abandoned. Squinting my eyes I look to see if there is any way down to the bottom. The missing and pushed out bricks making a nearly impossible path to get down. But seeing as I'd much rather not be kidnapped I'll do anything to get out of this damn building.

Slowly jumping down so my feet are hanging and my hands grip the window sill tightly. My feet search for a pulled out or a missing brick. Once my foot hits one, I slowly begin the excruciating painful trip down the building. My head still pounding, as my vision blurred from the pain. My muscles screaming at me to let go and fall. A tear leaks down my face as I hug my body close to the wall. The bricks scratching my bare arms and ripped jeans. My bare feet bleeding and sore.

As I look to the ground I quickly have to make the decision: jump and risk breaking something or waking some own up, or continue climbing down the wall and bare the pain and risk giving up and falling. Not wanting to deal with this wall for another minute. I jump of the second story wall and hit the grass with a thump. Letting out a low groan as I roll around on the ground holding my left leg. A flashlight comes on, I bite my lip hard to stop from groaning. I crawl my way behind a large oak tree.

"What the fuck was that sound!" I deep voice growls. But I recognize that voice somewhere.

Oh my fucking God.

Jake

Holding back a gasp. I shove my hand in front of my mouth biting my knuckles.

His footsteps drift away from me. I grip the tree, heaving myself up. Holding back a cry, tears leak down my face.

"It's ok Jonny boy, it's ok!" I whisper to myself.

I limp my way to the road, staying off of it and in the trees. Following the road down the hill, I see a barn and a small farm house off to the side and in the middle of a huge corn field. The house is about a mile away and will take me about two hours with my leg.

About half way through my trip to the house. My leg gives out, I let out a loud cry of pain as I curl myself in a ball. Tears stream down my face as I loud crack ripples through my leg as I scream in pain.

As I lie on the ground, my tears stop but the searing pain in my leg only gets worse.  I slowly start to crawl to the house. Dirt and some mud fly into my mouth as my breathing becomes harder and harder. I exit the corn field and see a bright porch light on. Smiling widely I crawl faster. As I come up to the steps. I heave myself up and slowly step up the stairs. Banging on the door I lean my body weigh on the side of the house. The door opens  to a teenage boy, about 16 or 17. His eyes widen as he looks at me.

"Ma!! Pa!! Come er'!!!" He screams as he wraps his arms around my waist and I fall into his arms.

"Daniel, what's wrong!" A woman comes running out in a over sized gun n' roses shirt and shorts.

"This man! He's hurt bad!" He rushed as his mother grabs me away from the boy and forces me into the house and on the couch.

"What is all this about!" I man in his mid 30's says. His deep voice bouncing of the walls. His blue jeans, big dark brown work boots, and his black wife beater all show that the man doesn't play around.

"Cedar, this man is horribly injured!" The woman cries. The man looks me up and down before nodding and walking over to me.

"What's your name boy?" He asks. His bright green eyes, look like cedar tree leaves.

"Jonathan," I answer groaning.

He nods, his eyes searching my body for injuries. His eyes find my legs and he grimaces.

"Sir, c-can I borrow your phone please?" I ask my voice quite with pain.

"Yes, Dan, go get your phone," he instructs his son.

Soon, he comes back with a phone in hand. He hands me the phone and I quickly type in a phone number.

"Hello? Who is this?" He asks.

"Evan."

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Hello people, hope you enjoyed this. Took me forever to write this.

Tell me what you think.

SUMMER OUT.