Ever-changing (on hold)

Chapter 1 PoV Connor/Justice

Connors PoV

I wake up face down on a hard concrete floor, my head throbbing lightly. My hair is slick and sticking to my forehead with what could be sweat or blood, but with which I can't tell. My clothes, a white button up shirt and a pair of plain jeans, are ripped and filthy, like I had been in a fight with a mud monster. The world spins around me, forcing me to stay put until the feeling subsides. A rank smell fills the room, reminding me of rotting food and mildew. Not exactly what you expect to wake up to, if you ask me.

When I try to stand up, I notice my hands and feet were bound by strong rope. How the hell did I not notice that? I push myself up to my knees to look around, my head spinning. My eyes seem to take too long to adjust, and that dosen't help my confusion. My mind is a blank slate, leaving me to wonder what happened to get me to where I am.

The only light is the little bit that's emitted through cracks in the wall and ceiling, barely enough to see by. When my eyes adjust, I look around to see a large barren room, like a warehouse without anything in it. Blood drips down my face from a cut in my forehead, becoming more annoying than painful. My left eye is swollen shut. I could tell I had been punched and would probably have a black eye tomorrow morning.

Mitch took my mom. I tried to save her. The fighting. Screaming...

If I don't get out of here soon, I'll die for sure.

The memories of what happened come flooding into my mind like a hurricane, making me lose what little balance I have and fall forward onto the floor. My face hits the ground with a dull thud, causing me to wince.

Mitch had kidnapped my mom. I'm not really sure why, but his motives couldn't be good. I tried to make him stop. All I remember after that is my mom screaming and the world turning black. Then I woke up here.

My step dad, Mitch Ferrari is... bitter, to put it lightly. I have no idea what my mom saw in him. Maybe she just wanted something different from my dad. Dad was the nicest person you'd ever meet. He never yelled or hit my brother or I... well, when they were alive, anyways. Dad died when I was 11. My twin brother, Joshua, died when we were 13. They say it was suicide, but I know Josh would never go out that way. They didn't know him like I did. Yeah, it sucks to lose your brother and dad, but I learned to deal with it.

Mom didn't.

Like I said, Mitch is the opposite of my dad. Dad had messy blond hair and eyes so blue they looked like water. He was handsome, with chiseled features and a dazzling smile. He had a wicked sense of humor and a calm demeanor, making him fun to be around. Dad dedicated his life to helping others. He did volunteer work, donated money to charity, even worked full time as a fire fighter. He even died trying to save someone.

 It was in a fire when I was 11. A little girl was stuck in a burning building and couldn’t get out. My dad ran in to save her, and got her out of the building before the building collapsed. He didn’t make it out. The little girl died in the hospital the next morning. It may seem like a waste, but my dad went out a hero. He put his own life in danger every day for others, and that’s something nobody can take away.

Dad set an example for everyone, me included. As much as I've accepted him dying, nobody will ever be able to replace my dad. He's the kind of person that you meet once and never forget.

Mitch has greasy black hair that makes me flinch just looking at it and eyes the color of mud. His nose is crooked to the point of no return and his eyes are too far apart, making him somewhat painful to look at. His personality is uglier than his face, so mean and greedy that the friends he had are bought and never really liked him, either. He’s a con-man, and he’ll trick you out of your money faster than you can say “bankrupt”. I can’t recall one nice thing he’s ever done for me or for anyone. Maybe mom just wants to forget dad completely. I know I never will.