helpless

chapter 4

{Zane's pov}

      Her ankles a big red bump. What happened? And i can see the bruises all up her arms. Sympathy over feels me as I look down at this poor girl. I never was a bad guy, was I? All I wanted to do was become a doctor....but my Dad won't let me...he won't even let me leave the house....I'm trapped. That's why I've let my anger out on her.

       More then anything I long to be at college studying medicine. Of course, I take online courses but....it's not the same. I've never really had a real friend. My Dad says "friends are for suckers". I'm 17 and I'm homeschooled. My mom used to teach me....but my dad said she moved back to Ireland. He doesn't like it when I talk about mom.

      I mostly just watch anime and play video games, if I'm honest. I have a few online friends but it's not like I'll ever meet them. I'm an only child and I'm a lonely, worthless little boy. Focusing on Rize, I try to imagine what her life's like. Does she have siblings? A mom? Maybe a Dad? Or even friends? I'm sure somebody, somewhere cares for this girl.

      Yet, I've been treating her like a rag doll... Sorrow takes over my eyes as I pull myself closer. I take a tissue and wipe away her tears. "Shhh", I put my finger to my lip and wonder how it feels to kiss someone. Then I sit cross-legged beside this strange girl I've just met. I face her and watch her closely. She has wide blue eyes, with high cheekbones and bright purple hair. I wonder what her real hair color is?

       Its obvious she isn't wearing any makeup, otherwise it'd be all over her face. I eye her body for a moment. Then my eyes go wide, recognizing the symbol on her shirt. It's Alphonse's sealment. What Ed used to seal his soul in a suit of armor. My mouth starts moving without me telling it to, "I love your shirt", I smile stupidly. "Pervert", she glares at me obviously uncomfortable. I bet her wrists hurt.

       "I mean....i-ive watched that anime", I blush looking over at my dad's collection of deadly tools. I wonder how much people he's killed in here? No traces of blood...but maybe that's because he's too good at what he does. I don't even know why he does this? There's absolutely no point in it. And I wish he'd stop selling drugs. I get that that's his "job" but its annoying. I hate drugs. I'd never take any. I don't care how tempting it is...I made a promise and I intend to keep it.

      "What, you have?", She asks curiously. "ya", I say my eyes darting. I can't fight back the urge any longer, "what happened to your ankle?", I stare at the lump of flesh. "Oh uh I fell off my bike", she says moving her arms helplessly. I walk over and untie the rope around her ankles. She can't do anything with that hurt ankle. Besides having rope pressed against a probably broken ankle is bad. I don't know why I care...it's not like she'll live to have a cast.

       "How does it feel to have friends?", The question explodes out of my mouth like a bomb. "Oh well it's nice..", she looks flustered. Maybe it's because I'm too close? Maybe because her hands are tied behind her back? "Really?", I ask losing all the anger I once had. I need to work on my anger issues. "Ya..", she looks down. Is she going to cry again? It must be scary being in a strangers house. We're not even at Dad's cabin anymore...I mean sure our basement looks a lot like that cabin but we're pretty far from that place.

{Rizes pov}

       The question makes me think of Eli. I wonder what he's doing? And I wonder if this kid's bi polar? Just a second ago he was trying to kill me, now he's socializing? I move awkwardly. Struggling, I try to free my hands. If only I could undo this knot or cut it..but even if I could my ankle's still a major problem. If it came to it would I be able to walk?

       Losing my mind, I feel a soft touch. It's the touch of a hand to my cheek. Almost automatically memories cloud my mind.

"Stop touching me, Eli!", I yell after he touched my face. "It isn't funny, stop messing with my emotions!", I fall to the ground where the flowers are so perfectly purple. Tiger lilys dance all around me as I stare at the Crystal blue sky. Eli flops beside me and gives an apologetic smile. "But I'm not messing around...Rize I...", He starts but then drops it. "Nevermind", he sighs and points at a cloud. "That one looks like Donald Trump", he laughs. I punch him in the arm and say "and that ones Hilary!"

      A smile's glued to my face at the sudden memory. "Oh you like that?", zane asks staring at me. "Get away from me!", I yell falling over. Stumbling, I try to stand with just my legs. Helplessly, I fall on top of Zane. Oh my gosh. Welp. He'll probably kill me now. He'll rape me and then kill me. I'm dead. So so dead. But instead he just blushes and gently pushes me off. It's not like I can actually use my arms.

       "Sorry", I roll my eyes as he pulls me back to my corner. "Oh uh uh this is actually the first time I've met a girl my age....sorry I'm awkward especially since it looks like I'm about to kill you....well trust me I won't hurt you again...", He looks hurt and lost. "I don't want my Dad to hurt you either....", He goes on. "he's been doing this for awhile...only this is the first time I got to see it", he smiles weakly and looks up. "I hate my Dad", his voice is a thin croak. "Oh", I manage before a door creeks open.

      "Didda yo missy meh boi?",the voice from earlier asks. "No", Zane's voice is almost a whisper. "Ooh soe yo've wound interest inna dis gurl?", He asks eyeing us. "Yo weren't pwanning on waping er, were yo?", He asks drunk. "OF COURSE NOT!", Zane's face is red with embarrassment. "Calma wown zwane I waz dust kiddin", he laughs and throws an empty beer bottle at my head. It shatters on the wall beside me. Glass goes everywhere.

       " feel little cuts growing around me as beer leaks into my jeans. "Dad you could of killed her!", Zane gets up and walks over to his drunk Dad. "So?", He laughs. "Imm gooona kiwel herr anwad", he staggers getting more drunk by the minute. "You don't have to", his comment seemed rushed. "I has too", he yells and stumbles toward me.