A Broken Future.

What She Perceives as Lies

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 Chapter Three
{▪What She Perceives as Lies▪}

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My head is pounding away with a headache I have acquired from the day's events. The car drives over a bump for what feels like the a hundredth time, sending my head flying up and then smacking back down. Its sends shooting pain through my head and it makes me want to cry, but this will only contribute to the headache.

 My mind seems to be racing despite my desperate attempt to stay calm. The first couple minutes I tried to mesmerize which way we were going "we pulled out, made a right, made a left, stopped made a left." After about 30 minutes I was completely lost and could barely remember which way we pulled out at the beginning. 

I feel the car take a sharp turn and come to a fast stop which lurches my body to the back of the trunk. The door in the front opens and I hear the crunch of snow and then the slam of the door. There's more crunching of snow and I'm bracing myself for the trunk to open but it doesn't. 

Then a strong scent burns my nose, gasoline. My body seems to go stiff and feels heavy. My mind is blank and it takes me a second to put two and two together. I start screaming and shoving my feet at the side of the trunk trying to make some noise, as best as I can since they are bound together. The trunk pops open and there's a large callused hand smashed onto my mouth so hard it feels as though my teeth could break.

 I stop screaming and look up at him with pleading eyes. My eyes dart from side to side taking in the scene, we are at a gas station, there are no cars around and the place looks almost deserted. There are a few houses around that look familiar, where did I recognize these houses from? 

Before I can figure it out my throat is pulled up and I'm face to face with the man who dragged me out of my apartment. I look at his face trying to memorize the features. His hair is a jet black and is pulled up into a bun at the top of his head, he has large almond shaped eyes with light grey orbs inside, and he has a square jaw with a slight black stubble. He squeezes my throat making it hard to breath, he looks into my eyes and his eyes look hard and hateful. "Shut up before you die right here you stupid ungrateful cunt" he growls at me, bits of his spit flying out of his clenched teeth. He throws me back into the trunk before slamming the door and stomping back to the front of the car. 

The door slams, the engine starts, and the car jerks off. I'm slammed against the back of the trunk more times than I can count and swear the asshole is doing it on purpose. That last couple times we stopped something heavy slid into my back, no doubt, it will leave a bruise. I hadn't thought about looking around the trunk before but whatever is slamming into me needs to stop.

 I'm laying on my side facing the front of the trunk. I roll onto my back and look around on the roof. There where scratch marks dug into the velvet lining and little red speckles all over the top. Was that blood....? Has the sick bastard done this before?!?!? I try shaking the thought out of my head as I try rolling over onto my other side to face the back of the trunk but it's not easy because my hands are restrained. I realize how really out of it I've been I hadn't even tried to get my hands undone.

 I pull at the ropes and they rub against my wrist burning my skin. I try using my fingers to loosen the knot but it's not budging I give up and begin to look for what as hitting my back. There isn't much I can see because it's dark but there is a decently large object by my knees. I try bending my body down to get a closer look but it was no use. I try repositioning my knees so that I can nudge it up far enough so that I can see it. "It worked" I mentally celebrate this small victory. From what I could see it was some type of tool. 

I try looking closer and can see it's a wrench. My mind is racing with all of the possibilities that could happen. None of which could happen without my hands free. I being frantically pulling at my hands again, the ropes digging into my skin leaving it raw and open. As i feel the rope start to loosen the car pulls to a stop. I start panicking and pulling at my wrist harder until one of my hands pops free. The engine of the car cuts off and I have to fight past the raw burning feeling of my hand to pick up the wrench.

 Its heavy and cold in my hand. I roll back over facing the front of the trunk and i hear the crunching of the snow the trunk pops open and I see his face staring down at me. His face makes me sick. It makes me think of what he's done to Henry. I pick up the wrench and swing it at his dick. He falls do the ground and I take this time to get out of the car. 

My feet hit the freezing snow and I don't want to move but I have to I start running down the driveway, I'm in not even bothering to look back to see where I'm at. I can't help to think though that the surrounding looks familiar. That thought is quickly shaken from my mind though when I hear the heavy footsteps close behind me.

 Before I know what's happening I'm tackled to the ground. My face is in the snow and my body is shivering with how cold I am. I fell him sit up on back. He grasps a chunk of my hair and pulls my head up. His mouth comes to my ear and I can feel his hot breath panting on my face. "Run again and ill drown you in the lake" he says in a scarily calm tone. 

He smashes my face back down onto the asphalt and uses me as leverage to get up. I wince at the pain in my check. A tear slips out of my eye as he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. He places one arm tightly around my thighs and trudges back up the driveway towards the car. We pass the car and he walks up a flight of stairs. 

Out of the corner of my eye I see a car pass down the road, he stops and looks at it too. I want to scream, try to catch their attention but if I can't then he will probably kill me instantly. I decide against it. I think at this point I have to except my fate, but then my luck changes. The car pulls up the driveway. I wiggle my body and try to loosen his grip. I'm about to scream when he lets out a deep laugh and continues walking up the last step. "Don't try it." is all he says before he walks in to house.

 I soon find out why. Two people walk in the house shortly after us and I can only assume it's the people who pulled up in the car. There's a tall female with a silver-grey bob haircut. She has piercing green eyes and I pointed jaw. She's stunning but I can't help to hate her due to the impending situation. There's a man next to her who looks like an ape especially in comparison to the tall beauty next to him. He's about 5 inches shorter than her, has a very round face and a short brown buzz cut.

 The man holding me tosses me onto a couch in front of us. He ties my hand to a pole at end of it and the three of them walk out into another room, the lady's heels clicking the entire way. Tears slip out of my eyes and my body shakes. I pull my legs up and curl into as much if a ball as I can while I sob. I hear the muffled crone of their voices in the room a couple feet away. 

My eyes are squeezed so tightly they hurt. I pop my eyes open and have a look around the room. I know why everything on the way up here looked so familiar. I've been to this place many times before and had so many pleasant memories here. Not to be downer but from what's already happened I can assume this isn't going to be one of those memories. 

I lay on the familiar couch and cry, the couch in Henry's log cabin.