Left Abroad

Chapter 10

"Micheal," I yelled, or at least tried to.

"Shut up," someone said really loudly behind me.

I was thrown against the side of the van on to a metal bench and hit my head against a rail that ran the length of the van. I turned to see who was in the van, but only saw the bottom of a shoe heading my way. It hit me hard and made my head bounce off of the side of the van, the pain was unbearable and blackness crawled over the edge of my vision.

"Micheal, help!"

Another kick to the head and I was out like a candle.

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It was hard to open my eyes, there was this bright light just making my singing headache even worse. What the hell happened? I heard a few footsteps, just as I turned my head in the direction of the sound, the light went off and I heard a door slam shut. Where am I?

The chair I was sitting in was very uncomfortable, but I couldn't move. My wrists were handcuffed to the back of the chair and my legs tied to the legs of the chair, there were even restraints around my chest. My mouth was really dry and sore, the was a piece of fabric tied around my head that went through my mouth to try and keep me quiet.

"Hello, anybody? Can somebody help me," most came out like a muffle, but someone had to hear me.

There was a loud thud above my head and dust came flying down on me.

"Shut the hell up you little bitch!"

"Help, please," I tried to yell again.

The door slammed open and a beam of light came in. Footsteps came down the stairs and came closer and closer.

"Hello?"

"Shut the fuck up," a man yelled right next to me.

His fist connected with the side of my face leaving a painful burning sting in its place.

"You shouldn't have done what you did tonight. You'll pay for it you little freak."

"I don't know what you mean," I tried to say over the fabric.

"Oh, you know what you did."

"I didn't do anything," it sounded muffled, but it looked like he understood what I said.

"You killed her! You killed my little Mary! How could you?"

I was totally stunned. Killed someone. Killed a girl? I've never even hear of a girl named Mary.

"Who is Mary," I tried to ask.

"Stop playing games! Stop it! You killed my little sister!"

"I didn't kill-"

"Stop lying!"

The sound of a metal drawer screeching open filled the room and was followed by a deafening silence. I waited in anticipation to see what happened next. I could just barely hear some faint footsteps again, then silence again. The man took a sharp intake of breath. A white hot, blinding pain shot through my abdomen, he had stabbed me and then again. I tried to yell but it got caught in my throat.

"Just admit it and it'll all be over sooner."

I just shook my head, not even knowing if he could see the gesture. What the hell was I going to do? The man disappeared upstairs again and I heard a car start again, probably that van. I tried to struggle free, this wasn't going to end anytime soon and I had this feeling it was only going to get worse. The cuffs were tight, my hands were to far apart to try and break my thumbs like on the movies so I just tried to wiggle them out. All that got me were two bloody wrists.

There was no way I was going to be able to get my legs loose, they were asleep no doubt because the rope was a bit to tight. If I could I would have tried to chew through the rope at my chest, but my mouth was full of shitty tasting fabric.

I'm so fucking screwed, I'm probably going to die down here in the basement of a psychopath.

But what if I tried to break the legs of the chair. I tried to bend just a bit forward to get into a position to jump upwards, but froze immediately when I felt the pain in my abdomen. Well I had to do something. I did it again, trying to ignore the pain and somehow got the chair and myself just a bit off the ground. Unfortunately it wasn't high enough to break the legs, but it did send a shock through my ass and into my back.

Why did this chair have to be in good condition and not some rickety thing a psychopath had stolen while he escaped some mental institute? Never the less I tried it again and this time I landed on my side and hit my head again. I welcomed unconsciousness as it took my vision from me once again.

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My dreams were confusing and I couldn't focus on them, they flew by with the speed of bullets. One thing that was rather strange was the feeling of being wet. Then it felt like a wave hit me and I woke up drenched in water. My head was beating to the rhythm of some unknown and unheard drum.

"Ready to admit it yet, ready to confess to the camera?"

I shook my head no, but the lights were still off so I doubt that he saw me do it.