7:06 p.m.

7:06 p.m. (part 27)

I groggily woke up the next morning, hearing Stacey’s voice.

“Stacey?” I asked, confused. I still hadn’t processed where I was.

“Jordyn! Jordyn!” she whispered furiously. “Get up, he’s coming down!” she said. I then opened my eyes to the dark and dismal room, remembering where I was. I sat up immediately, hearing the door opening at the top of the stairs.

“Ah? Awake are we?” asked the man, coming down the stairs.

I scooted backwards so I rested against the couch, in front of Stacey.

He glared at me. “What do you think you’re doing? Protecting your friend?” he asked mockingly.

I nodded, keeping my eyes down.

"Foolish." he muttered. At that, my eyes flew up to him in anger.

 “At least I’m not a lunatic.” I said, spitting the words at him.

Rage filled his eyes, and he suddenly slapped me across the face. I let out a loud cry.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” he said angrily. “I’ve had enough trouble with your friend over here, it took me weeks to finally get her to shut up! I don’t need you giving me back talk!” he yelled

Tears stung at my eyes, but I blinked them back furiously, gingerly touching my stinging cheek. I was about to open my mouth, but Stacey interrupted me.

“Don’t. It’s not worth it.” She whispered, looking at me pleadingly. I closed my mouth reluctantly, instead glaring up at the man standing above me.

He gave a small smile of satisfaction. “Smart. You should listen to her, she would know what to do after all these weeks she has spent here. Right, Stacey?” he asked, looking to her.

She cast her eyes downward, nodding silently.

“Why would you do this?” I asked hoarsely.

He looked at me, anger in his eyes. “Didn’t I already answer that question?! I believe that everyone involved in my son’s death should serve justice” he said, raising his voice. “I know your father died that day, so don’t give me that excuse! I would have loved to kill the man myself.” He said cruelly. “But I didn’t get the chance to do that, did I? He died quickly, on impact. Do you know how my son died?” he asked, looking at me. “Do you!?”

I shook my head silently. I had been so young at the time, I didn’t know every detail.

“Painfully. Slowly. He was rushed to the hospital. He had lost too much blood, and they tried to do a transfusion, but it was too late.” He said, eyes cold.

I didn’t speak. Though I felt a bit sorry for his son, I couldn’t work up an ounce of pity for this man.

“Stand up.” He said suddenly.

I looked up at him, confused.

“Stand up!” he said, raising his voice.

I stood up slowly, afraid of what he might do. Slowly, I came up to eye level with him.

Stacey shook her head. “Please…don’t…” He silenced her with a glare.

And then, unexpectedly, he punched me square in the face. Stacey let out a small scream from the couch, and I heard a sickening crunch as his fist connected with my face. Blood rushed out of my nose, and I fell backwards in shock and pain. I landed on the floor, blood spattering around.

He looked at me furiously. “Feel sorry yet Jordyn?! Hm? Realize what you’ve done?” he yelled, kicking me.

I had trouble speaking, my nose hurt so terribly. I barely manage three words.

“You…are…insane!” I said, breathing heavily.

He shook his head. “That’s what they tell me! But they’re wrong! They don’t see the need for absolute justice, justice you deserve!” he yelled, looking down at my in pure fury. “They locked me up for what they thought was justice! They declared me insane! What did I do? Nothing! But you and your friend here…in one fair swoop you assisted in ruining my life! And what justice do you get?! NONE! Instead you get pity, the poor little girl who lost her father to an irresponsible teenager.” He said, spitting the words at me.

And then, he turned sharply away, walking up the stairs loudly. Before he closed the door to the upstairs, he called back to me.

“Think about what you’ve done, Jordyn. And think about what I will do to finally have justice served.”

The door shut loudly.

Silence overtook the room. I touched my nose gingerly, blood still pouring out of it. Stacey looked at me in concern.

“He likes to be dramatic.” She whispered. “Suspenseful. I’m so sorry I didn’t try to stop him fro-”

I interrupted her. “Don’t say a word about being sorry. Look at you! He’s obviously done much worse.” I said. My voice sounded strange, like I was plugging my nose shut. I suppose that’s what happens when you break your nose. Every time I opened my mouth, I tasted blood.

She nodded to the closet. “There’s a blanket in there you can use to stop the bleeding.” She said quietly.

I got up, feeling lightheaded, and opened the closet to find a blanket balled up in the back. I opened it and winced when I saw the blood stains that were already there. I tried to ignore them, wiping the blood from my mouth and then pressing it to my nose.

I sat back down, feeling a bit woozy from blood loss. It occurred to me that I would probably endure much worse than this. This was only the beginning.

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A/N I AM SO SORRY. I know, its been a month. *winces* Ive been very busy with school and visiting family. Im very sorry it took so long for this update! Still, I hope my fans are still following, reading, and voting. Thank you all for reading <3

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