Revenge

Chapter 6: Untamed

Chapter 6: Untamed

I blink rapidly, trying to keep myself from crying. The chains that clench tightly around my wrists, are attached to the wall. I'm on my knees with my face resting on the cold tile. I can hear pacing behind me. "What a clever bitch we have here," The Pierced Chic scolds.

"C'mon, it wasn't that clever," Tea Dude groans.

"Nate! It's your fault she even got remotely close to escaping!" The-Man-Who-Stuffed-Me-In-A-Trunk shouts. Tea Dudes name was Nate? As in short for Nathan? I have to remember everything about these people for when I escaped... If I escaped.

I hear a loud SLAP, that makes me jump. I hear an angered shout then a door slam shut. I squeeze my eyes shut hoping this is all a dream.

"Dad, that was uncalled for," The Pierced Chic whispers.

"Don't you ever tell me what is called for and what isn't," The-Man-Who-Stuffed-Me-In-A-Trunk hisses. Is this a family? Why would a family do this to me? Why is a family out to get me? I feel a hand grab a clump of my hair and pull it so I'm in a standing position.

"Did you honestly think you'd escape?" The Bushy Haired Woman whispers in my ear. Her breath smells like she hasn't brushed her teeth, well, ever. I feel my body shaking and my eyes suddenly start burning. I struggle to face her, my eyes meeting her wild green eyes.

"It was worth a shot," I say, angrily. I feel so angry... So scared.

She clenches my hair tightly in her hand and harshly slams my head into the wall. I feel my world begin to shake, physically, then mentally. It's like the realization of things are surging through me, making me feel weaker and weaker. I fall to my knees and scream at the top of my lungs, covering my ears. Something slams into my skull and I fall forward, my head connecting with the ice cold floor. I feel the increase of my heart rate, the throbbing of my arm, and the aching in my head. Before I even know what I'm doing, I push myself to my feet.

"How dare you stand without being excused!" The Bushy Haired Woman bellows. I bite so hard on my lip, the metallic taste of blood starts to fill my mouth. A hand grabs my shoulder and nails dig into my skin.

"Unhand me," I demand through clenched teeth, still facing the wall. The hand releases almost immediately. I hear some whispers from behind me, then the man walks up beside me. I don't dare make eye contact with him. With a swift movement, he unlocks the chains and they clatter to the ground. I turn slowly and face the three people in the room. Nate is nowhere to be seen. The Pierced Chic steps forward, and her family steps back.

"You shouldn't have talked to my family like that," she whispers in a half-confident voice, as if she was unsure of what she was doing. I can't find words, as usual. Before I can think of something to say, the heel of her foot slams into my stomach, sending me jerking backwards. I feel my back smash against the wall and the aching in my head moves to my back. I've never been in a real fight before. Just some angry, words being shot between me and my friends, maybe the occasional slap. Like one time, my friend Dahlia was dating one of the soccer players from our school and she received a text by a mysterious number. It had a picture attached, the picture was of Ashley kissing him. Dahlia walked right up to her in the middle of the cafeteria, called Ashley a skank, and bitch slapped her so hard in the face, it made some people jump... Some people being me...

I've never personally been involved in anything like that, or anything like this.

Before my mind can react, she swings a punch at me and I fall sideways onto the ground. "You will never try to escape again. Understand?" Her voice sounds so stern, but kind of fake.

I swing my leg underneath her feet and she stumbles backwards and falls onto her side. I jump to my feet, fists at ready. I think about letting her stand. I look around at her parents, who don't even seem to care. Her dad stares at the both of us with deep amusement. I inhale deeply and charge at The Pierced Chic. Before she can get onto her hands and knees, I jam my foot into her ribs, knocking her back onto the ground.

"She doesn't seem so defenceless!" The Pierced Chic screams at the top of her lungs. I cringe backwards at the panic in her voice.

"I'm completely surprised," The Man-Who-Stuffed-Me-In-A-Trunk exclaims. The Pierced Chic rolls slowly onto her stomach and pushes herself onto her hands and knees. Without thinking, I step forward and slam my foot into the side of her face. She falls over like a bowling pin, eyes closed. Defenceless my ass!

"Haha! K.O!" The Man-Who-Stuffed-Me-In-A-Trunk cackles.

"Harold? Do you think we took the right girl?" The Bushy Haired Chic asks The Man-Who-Stuffed-Me-In-A-Trunk in a half-concerned voice. So his name is Harold?

I can't help but smirk. He looks nothing like a Harold. When I hear the name Harold, I think of a Lord or King.

The pain hits me like a brick, and I feel a pang of guilt for hurting the girl. Harold studies me, and smiles. He looks like the freakin' Mad Hatter from Alice In Wonderland, or maybe even the Joker from Batman.

He takes a step towards me and I take an uncertain step back.

"Scared?" He croaks, still smiling wickedly. I feel my heart beating rapidly against my chest, thudding quicker and quicker. Its almost like he can hear it. He slowly takes out a knife from his sleeve. Why do these people hide knives in their sleeve?

He tosses the knife back and forth between his hands. "Tell me, Catherine. Do I scare you?" His wicked smile doesn't fade as he speaks.

The door then swings open, revealing Nate. He looks like a bull ready to charge. "Enough, father," he half-shouts. Nate looks kind of heroic... in a villainous way, I guess.

Harold turns to his son in shock. Nate walks quickly over to me and grabs my wrist a little too tightly. "I'm taking her to the showers to clean her up." He begins pulling me towards the door. I abruptly stop, so Nate releases me. I spin on my heel and face Harold.

"And to answer your question, Harold," I say his name like an infectious disease, "No I'm not." His expression changes into a stern one, his face instanly flushing with lack of amusment and a sudden serious composure. Before he has a chance to say something, Nate drags me out the door.