Confessions of a Tomboy

Chapter 11

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My eyes slid open slowly, like the grand doors at the church back home. Home. Home. The list of things I wouldn't do to get home was very short, shorter than Bobby McFlannagen in my fourth grade class, who stood at a mighty three feet and three inches.

I blinked, getting my eyes into focus. I was tied to a chair in the center of a room, a very, very dirty room. I was barefoot and my jacket was missing. I could feel the cold air caressing my skin and raising goosebumps. Where was I? Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my body and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out in pain. Oh, right. I was stabbed...by a creepy bald dude in an 80's style black trench. Awesome...just fantastic. Can you sense my sarcasm? Please tell me you do.

I squealed as I felt something big run over my toes and scatter off to the corner. What in the Hell just ran over my foot?! I swear if it was a bug, I'm going to vomit all over myself...

"So," A deep voice, its identity cloaked in the tempting shadows, echoed around the room. I shook my head, trying to free my wrists. "this is the all bark and no bite, Princess Tyler."

"Let me the fuck go, you bastard. I just wanna go home." I pleaded and sobbed. The voice laughed and I heard heavy footsteps, like someone, someone bigger than me, was walking around in those big ole' boots contruction workers wear.

"You want to go home?" The voice sneered, laughing to itself. I glared in its general direction. This wasn't a game to me. I was going home whether this...thing...wanted me to or not.

"I just said that." I hissed back, growing annoyed. A whisper grazed my ears and I heard a door shut. Then, I was left alone.

"Hello?!" Silence...just taunting, evil, merciless silence. The flickering lightbulb above me finally gave up and popped, leaving me in darkness. "HELLO!?" I tried again, but still no avail. Then, I screamed. I screamed for all it was worth, using all of my energy. Suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder. I let out another loud scream, but this time I broke the rope holding my wrists and I pounced on whoever has touched me.

My fists were flying and the person under my body was flailing, trying to get me off. I refused to back down, keen on getting home.

"STOP! I'm trying to help you!" This voice wasn't the one that had been in earlier. This one was soft, kind, and caring. I didn't want to doubt it. My gut was telling me this person was telling me the truth. I sat up, not moving my body from atop this person.

"Who are you?" I asked quietly, letting my hands relax. A small, flickering lights dotted the room and I could see that I was sitting on a boy. This just got awkward... His eyes were a deep, savory blue-green and his hair was different shades of blonde.

"I'm Spencer and I control light. Who are you?"

"I'm Tyler... I'm somehow a princess and I can control just about everything." I said, laughing a little bit at the end. Spencer smiled.

"So you're Tyler? I've heard a lot about you...and from what I just witnessed and experienced, some of it is true. You can really pack a punch." He said, cracking his neck and popping his jaw into place.

"Sorry. I grew up with an over-protective, gay twin brother and three best guy friends just like my brother. It's funny because one ended up being gay too and now he's dating my brother." I added, biting my lip to keep from rambling anymore.

"I grew up with younger and older sisters. I'm the only son in my family." Spencer said, running his hands through his hair. I laughed.

"Well, Spence, are you going to help me outta this shithole?" I asked, smirking. He grinned and nodded, a little spark of adrenaline that started a fire. We were going to get out, whether those people wanted us to or not.