The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 19

I was thrown into the bed of a pick-up truck that had a cover over the top, and the man shut the hatch.  I wriggled and strained against the tape around my mouth that he had wrapped around my entire head.  He had also tied my feet and hands together, so my knees were bent up to my hands behind me, all tied together.

It was no use.  The tears, the weakness, the sadness of Norman being taken down since he had a cast, and the bruise on my temple causing me to be dizzy. It all contributed to how I couldn't do anything right.

I took deep breathes through my still stuffed nose, and tried to compose myself before letting my eyes close and work to figure out what I could do to fix this.  

OK, so: Norman was beaten up and bloody inside his own house, probably trying to get up, and I was trapped in the back of some random guys truck.  Tied up and useless.  Both me and Norman don't really know what just happened.  Norman held my throat and mouth closed so I wouldn't talk (So, he was "choking" me to save me), and this man threatened to shoot me if Norman didn't let go.  And then, when I refused to go with him, he threatened to shoot Norman.  So that means, he knows that we care for each other.  How is he going to handle Norman when he comes after me?  Or has he already?

I couldn't figure out what to do. My heart raced, making it hard to stay focused, and also the sharp turns of the truck caused me to slam into the sides.  I probably had thirty bruises already.  

We probably rode for a good, slow hour because when he stopped and opened the hatch, it was dark outside.  But after he pulled me out and cut the tape only holding my feet and hands together, I saw we were in a garage.

Since my two feet were still taped together, and my two hands were as well, I couldn't walk, and I didn't even get the chance to try before he lifted me over his shoulder and brought me inside.

The lights hummed on and when he spun around to lock the door, I got to look at his house through the hair that had fallen in my eyes.  It was surprisingly big, and I couldn't help but feel jealous.  Me and my aunt never had a big house.

Then man turned back around, almost knocking my head onto the wall, and began up the stairs.  I freaked out due to the view I had.  He almost fell back a couple of times, but he managed to get me to the top.  He carried me down a long hallway of multiple doors, and finally came to one that had the letter G on it.  Did he know my name?  Or did he hear Norman say it to me before he entered the room?

I couldn't stop thinking these unnecessary questions, and wiggled up and down when he turned around to close the door and I saw it.  The bed with ropes.  Would he beat me on it?  Or do something else? . . . 

"Chill," He said, turning back around as I, again, just barely escaped a smack to the face from the wall.  

He walked me over to the large bed, sat me down, then pulled out his gun.

"If you try anything, I won't think twice." He then made me nod, then he put the gun back in his pocket and laid me down on my stomach while he cut the tape, only to replace it with the ropes.  It was a weird position to be in, and due to movies, I already knew it would be beating.  

"Hungry?" He asked.

I don't answer, one because my mouth is taped, and two because I don't want to say anything.  I hang my head, my hair covering my face

"I'll be back with food.  And then," He said, giving me a nasty look.

I held down vomit and tears.  

As soon as the door closed, I screamed my throat out through the tape.  I swung my arms and legs around widely, only to get severe rope-burn on all five of the places he tied me down.  Everything burned, and the room was hot.