Saving Mattie (nh)

Chapter 17: Taken

"M-Mum." I breathed. I could feel her fingertips digging into the skin of my wrist, and instantly knew it was going to bruise.

"Miss me darling?" she said, an evil glint in her eye. I felt myself tremble, and obviously she could too, for she snickered. "I guess not."

"W-What do you want?" I stuttered, my voive trembling. I was scared, my eyes as wide as dinner plates, scared to even blink in case she'd use my temproary sightlssness to hurt me.

"I want you to pay." she breathed, her breath hissing past the shell of my ear. I felt myself involuntarily shiver, disgusted. She smelled like stale beer and smoke, a scent combo I've grown used to but never admired.

"F-For what?"

I heard her snicker. "For standing in the same room and watching my son die. For fighting against me when I was just giving you what you deserve. For running off for two weeks, and leaving me to fend for myself. For being a ungrateful, good-for-nothing bitch." she seethed, her eyes going steely. I whimpered a little, shrinking into the wall. I felt sick, faint, and utterly terrified.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." she snickered. before drawing back her coat.

Sitting in her hand, shiny and black, was a handgun.

I felt myself intake a deep breath. Shock, hatred, and utterly fear coursed through my veins. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin, fuelled by my complete and utter terror. She was going to kill me. She was going to kill me. And I was powerless against a gun.

"W-Where did you get that?" I asked, my voice trembling. My mum laughed a little. "A friend."

Huh. Never knew she had any of those. But rather than upset her even more, I let it slide and kept my mouth shut.

Mum's dark eyes flashed up to mine. "Anyway..."

She pressed me up against a wall, her mouth a centimeter from mine, in a dominate, scary, agressive way, much like a rabid wolf would do to its prey. I felt bile rise in my throat, but I fought it down. Swallowing heavily, I began to pant, sweat trickling into my palms. My toes twitched in my socks, and I felt utterly repulsed ht this monster was about to kill me, in my best friends house!

"Youy listen to me, you little slut." She seethed, spit flying out from her bred tooth and onto my face. I cringed.

"You're going to come with me. Act happy. We don't want her expecting anything." she laughed. The sound was not cheerful thoygh. Raspy, hollow, like a dog barking. Completely uncheerful.

"We'll leave, and you'd better not make anyone suspicious." She said, her grip tightening on my wrist. Involintarily, I whimpered, another tear making it;s presence known on my cheek.

My Mum smirked. "Well,we'd better be on our way. Wipe of those tears,  sweetie." she snarled, before releasing her hold on me. 

I gripped my wrist, glaring at her. My thumb rubbed soothing circles over the skin, but it still throbbed painfully.

"Don't give me that look, bitch. Hurry up, let's go." she ushered me along.

My breath stuttered. I was about to leave, with my mother, my murderous mother, who was dragging me from my best friends house to...

What was she going to do to me? 'Make me pay,'. 

My breath hitched in my throat as an involuntary shudder ruptured through my body. Tears pricked at my eyes as I realized it. I had thought the gun was to threaten me, but her words held a darker meaning.

She was dragging me off to kill me.

I had never felt such intense, raw fear. It coursed through my veins, almost knocking me over. It was pure, undiluted, stone cold fear. I knew I was probably going to die tonight. And there was nothing I could do about it.