The Rider

Pitch Black

"Let the mind games begin, only he could kill me like that." - Me
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But How?

He knows what happened in that house, the nightmares that became my reality.

He knows.

The tips of his fingers slightly touch the edge of my dress spiking me with each touch. He slowly slides his hand up from my hip and down again, in a deadly motion. He stops on the side of my stomach and grabs my waist in a tight grip as if his branding me with his hand.

"I was there that night." He whispers in my ear still gripping me.

"I watched him skin my father's flesh, piece by piece until his last screams."

"He forced me to watch as they set his body on fire and told me that I was next."

He puts his other hand on my throat applying little pressure on it.

"And guess who I saw sitting in the corner of the room."

The screams, the blood, the knives, the flames.

It's all coming back....

"Me.." I say my voice barely a whisper.

"So you do remember, do you Taylor?" He spits out my name like it's the most disgusting thing.

"You just stood there never moved a muscle, not even when he looked you in the eye while his body was set on fire."

His eyes are the reason I can't sleep at night.

"But you know, the one thing I never forgot from that night wasn't just my father's screams or the way they tortured him but your eyes.."

"I'd never seen anything like them..."

Flashback

"Ahhh... Tommy, Tommy, Tommy." He says putting on his black gloves.

Tonight he only had his white shirt and his black pants on. He rolled up his sleeves so he wouldn't get any blood on them.

"Now your gonna make me look like the bad guy here."

Everyone in the room was quiet, all you could hear was Thomas's heavy breathing.
They tied him down to a small bed so he would not be able to move a muscle. You could see the fear evident in his eyes, even he knew how this was going to end. I was orderd to watch what happens to people who disrespect Rob, they never got away with it. As soon as I came in I went to the corner of the room already prepared for what's about to happen.

Thomas was the only person I talked to here. To witnessed the death of someone you know is something totally different to someone you don't know. All I knew about him was that he had a kid. He loved talking about his kid. Rob treated him differently to the other men, he seemed more important than them. They would always sit in his office and have discussions while smoking cigars. If I didn't know Rob I'd say they were friends but I knew that something was wrong.

Thomas was then accused of stealing something from Rob. Whatever it was, it must of been important.

"Bring him in." He says to the two men who are standing near the door.

"No please don't!" Thomas shouts, tears coming out of his eyes.

"Rob please don't, please leave him out of this!" He shouts now crying.

The two men enter the room carrying a boy in with them. His hair is wet and his chest has blood on it. He has four scars on his chest that are bleeding. He looks like he was whipped four times on his chest. His head is hanging down and he's being dragged inside, he's barely conscious..

"Look who decided to join us.." Rob says with a grin on his face.

"Oh I hope my men have been treating you nicely, I'm quite known to have one of the best services." He's laughing now.

"I'll give you anything you want, just.. just don't hurt him okay, please just don't hurt him Rob." Thomas says his voice carrying so much hurt, pain and breaking at the end.

"Shhh..Tommy, the fun is about to start." He says picking up a knife from his tools and walking towards Thomas.

The two men tie the boy to a chair and make him face Thomas.

The boy looks up to the corner of the room and looks me in the eye.

I don't feel anything. I'm just numb.

There's only one thing that's going through my head.

I wonder whose gonna die first...

End of flashback

"I remember." I whisper my eyes glassy.

I raise my hand towards his chest and touch his scars..

"You."

"Thomas was your father." My voice is dry and barely a whisper.

My body feels weird and weak under his grip. My breathing is unsteady and irregular. I'm hyperventilating.

I had never seen a person be skinned head to toe and burnt while still alive. I can never forget what they did to Thomas till this day. He's always haunting me in my dreams.

I let out a weird scream and push him off me.

I fall to the ground and listen to the unsteady beat off my heart.

"I see him everynight in my dreams. I think-I think he's haunting me." I say softly my head flat on the ground.

I can't breath.

I try to suck in some air but I choke on it. I start panting and coughing hard.

I can't breath.

"C-a-n-t breathh..." I choke out.

The last thing I remember seeing is the light, Ford's blurry face and his fading voice and a sharp incrutiating pain to my neck.