Glass Hearts

IXX

Dedicated to Lauren_567_89.

Christine

I awake to find myself in another run down building, but it is mustier than the one I know. Also, it is missing a Roy. I look around, it is deserted. I try to move, but my arms tug me back. I am tied to this support beam.

I was kidnapped. I am kidnapped. I was tied up. I am tied up.

I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs, I can already feel the sweat beading up. My breathing is heavy. It feels like I'm sucking all the air out of the room with each and every breath. I can't seem to keep my thoughts clear, but I continue to panic. There is no one in the room. Was I left here, meant to die? My eyes keep dancing around the bleak room. I draw a blank as for a plan. I'm completely useless... Even to myself. 

I freeze once I hear a heavy metal door open. I stop breathing, listening to the footsteps echo along the walls. Someone places a ceramic bowl down next to me. The person sighs, I try to move my head to see them but I can't. "They tied you up, huh?" The voice asks, they're female. I can tell from her voice. "Sad to say, but I can't help you out. I don't want my head to roll with yours." My voice is drier than a desert, and I stay silent. Heads will roll? Does that mean my kidnapper plans to murder me?

The girl walks in front of me and squats down to reach my eye level. She is really beautiful. The light hits her golden blonde hair so it shimmers like a light. Her eyes are a cool brown color, and her fashion sense is quite top-notch. Personally, I really favor her white shoes white the light pink stripes. She picks the white ceramic bowl up. It's sickeningly white, just like the rest of this room except the bowl is clean. She holds the lip of the bowl to my mouth. "Drink." She commands and I do so, not wishing to anger anyone.

The thought of it possibly being poisonous doesn't occur to me until after I swallow. If I wasn't tied up, I would have slapped myself in the face for my own stupidity. "Who... Who are you?" I barely manage to squeak out. The girl scans me, looking me up and down several times, as if she's the one stuck here against her own will. By her choice of words, maybe she really is. 

"My name is Gina, but I'd prefer it if you'd call me Kate." I thought it was odd how she didn't want to be called by her real name, but I didn't let my confusion to take over my face. 

"Gina..." I tested the name on my tongue.

"Yep," she said with an artificial smile, "but call me Kate." Her voice grew a little more hostile.

I nodded, and then looked down. I didn't believe she was my capture, but I couldn't be sure until she admitted it, "So why are you here?"

"To keep you alive because I'm sure Russell won't remember. He only thinks of people as his game pieces. Things he can toy with until he grows bored and tosses them away. He only wants you because he finds you appealing, and he despises Roy. Roy and Russell are both gang leaders. Gangs at each others' throats to be exact."

"Wow..." I whispered, "Sounds like you come from experience."

"I do," she replied with a sigh, a tight, real frown washing away her fake smile, "I'm the lucky gal that is his quote unquote 'girlfriend'. He only uses me, but, somehow, I'm still attracted to him and need him. It's... Hell... But I choose to remain by his side." She turns her head away, to look out the small broken window near the roof.

I keep my head down, "Wow..." is all I can say.

Gina remains silent, I can almost feel the weight of her troubles. I feel like giving her a hug. She looks back at me, her eyes horribly saddend. She holds my gaze, and her lips part. She starts to say something but doubts herself.

The metal door swings open again, and I jumps a little. This person's footsteps are a lot more heavy, and sound menacing. Gina quickly snaps to her feet, smiles, and ignores me. I look toward the direction of her eyes, it's a guy. He has scars, bruises, cuts, blemishes on his body that appeared to be from fights. He had red curly hair, and I could imagine that it was actually stained red from blood.

"Hello Russell." Gina greets, her voice so cheery you couldn't tell how hurt she looked moments ago.

"Hey." Russell grunts coldly. He looks to me, his glare cutting deep into me. His eyes then look over to the white ceramic bowl resting next to my leg, "What is that doing here?"

"Oh um..." Russell picks up the bowl before Gina can respond.

His eyes flash from Gina, to the bowl, and to Gina again, "You gave her something, didn't you?"

"W-W-Well I..." She looked terrified, Russell looked menacing.

He flung the bowl at her. It shattered, she screamed. "How could you?!" He yelled. Gina gave no response, she only curled up against the wall to protect herself. He stomped toward her and gripped her long hair. He pulled her up by the strands of hair. Her face contorted into pain, she looked as if she was about to cry.

"Stop! Leave her alone!" I shrieked.

Russell let go of her, moving his attention to me. "Shut up. You don't understand anything." He walked over, and I flinched prematurely. I was terrified, just as much as Gina or more. Russell slapped me across the face. His ugly grin made me want to spit into his eyes, "You are my toy darling. A decoy to get your king over here, and I just might play with you if he doesn't come quick enough and I grow bored." He lifted my chin with his disgusting hand.

He quickly dropped it and left, only staying in the doorframe to command Gina, "Don't do it again." He then left. Gina stayed against the wall, I was still tied up. His cold, ruthless words still hung in the air. It was minutes before I looked over to Gina, specks of blood was on her. Pieces of the bowl must have cut her.

"You're bleeding..." I stated meekly.

"I know."

"That's bad." I swear, I'm starting to sound like Roy.

"I know. But you don't need to worry about me." She looked me in the eyes, her smile almost looking genuine, "I'm used to it."

Her words stung, more than she'll ever know. It hurt so much that tears came to my eyes, I began to cry. Gina was shocked. "Don't... Don't say that..." I begin, "You shouldn't be used to it. That shouldn't be a routine. It hurts to hear that... You shouldn't be used to that!" I'm nearly yelling. It's as if I'm talking to myself, and that is the bittersweet irony. Tears streak down, but I continue to stare at Gina. She's speechless.

I don't know what to do. I keep drawing a blank.

Hey there! You! Yes you! I just wanna say sorry for inactivity and this huuuuuuuge plot twist. I actually didn't plan this, but a thing came up and I made a few promises... But honestly, I like it. Because now I have an easy segway into Roy's past! YAAAAAAY! Aren't you guys proud? So anyway, yeah. Ima leave this suspense here.

Bai~