Twisted Friendship

Chapter 43

"Don't move." the person behind me threatened. I felt the tip of their blade press harder into me, threatening to break through skin and draw blood.

"I didn't plan on it." I replied harshly, trying to stop the nervous quiver in the my voice. My body was on edge, every sense alive as I felt the cold metal of the knife and the calloused fingers of the person holding onto me.

It made me wonder if I really was ever going to have a normal day. Or would life be one endlessly cycle of falling into trouble and fighting my out, only to land in the same spot later on the journey.

The knife was removed and I let out a sigh of relief, rubbing at its former spot to calm the shivers racing up my back before turning around to spot my captor.

I was surprised by the boy I saw before me. He was tall and lanky, with sandy colored hair that was swept across his forehead. Clad in a pair of worn out jeans and baggy sweatshirt, he looked like any normal school boy. But his eyes were strange, one was a greyish blue while the other was dark green.

"If you run, I'll be forced to hurt you." he said casually, spinning the knife in his hand.

I watched as light reflected off of it. "Sure, you might." I replied, "But you won't kill me. Let me guess, you need the boys. And with me dead, that surely won't get them to listen."

The boy studied me for a minute before his face broke out into a wide smile. "I'm Benjamin." He held his hand out to me.

I refused to take it. "I'm not in the mood for this."

"Not in the mood?" he laughed, an eyebrow arching in surprise. "That is the first time I've ever heard someone say that to me when I've held a knife to them. Wow, no wonder Louis keeps you around."

I flinched at the sound of Louis' name. Shouldn't they be coming back by now? I could try running, he didn't have his knife on me, but I wasn't the best runner and this guy seemed to be just lean muscle. While I suppose I was supposed to be feeling fear, mostly I felt annoyance. There no denying I was afraid. I definitely was afraid. But my head still hurt and I would rather just curl up in bed then deal with this guy.

I wondered what that said about me at the moment.

"So, ready to go out on our first date?" Benjamin asked, breaking through my thoughts.

"Wait about a hundred years and get back to me on that." I mumbled.

My wrist was grabbed rather roughly, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain as Benjamin dragged me behind him and out into the sidewalk. I blinked in the sudden light and struggled to keep up as he walked towards a nearby diner.

"This place makes the best pancakes." he told me casually while draping an arm over my shoulder as if we were good friends.

I was directed towards a booth near the back, and shoved across the leather seat and into the wall. He slid in next to me, effectively closing me in.

"The rest of your little gang will be meeting us here in a minute." Benjamin muttered, glancing at the watch on his wrist. "I let them know where we were."

I glanced around the small restaurant. It was cute and smelled like coffee and warm food grease. A few people were scattered about, and I noticed them casting nervous glances our way. A couple sitting nearby hastily got up and moved away.

"Why is everyone so afraid of you?" I asked curiously, glancing at the boy on my right.

Benjamin smirked, his fingers drumming out a quick beat on the linoleum table top. "Because I can be one sick bastard."