The Secret Life of Me

Chapter 7

'My father?' I thought to my self, ' that can't be possible, Snap out of it Parker he is just screwing with you' I lean toward and bring the chair in its front two legs, balancing it with my feet, "Stop messing with my head!" Mr.B sighed, "You don't know as much as you thought you did, do you?" I attempted to feel my pocket for the knife that was no longer there, it was sitting on the table in front of me, there is no way I could grab it with him standing there. I had to think of a solution quickly, but till I did, I needed to buy time. "Why should I even believe you?" He glanced back at me over his shoulder, "Why not?" he said seriously this time, looking back down at the different blades laying on the table. He picked up mine and studied it. I pulled my arm out from behind my back cautiously and fiddled with it till I found a way to message Chanler. while typing the message, I replied to Mr.B, "Because you kidnapped us from our school?" Once again he laughed, as if he thought this was all a game, "If you want to be technical you got into the car against you own free will, nobody forced you to do anything" I finished typing the message, "You would have if we tried to blow your cover." I sent the message and looked at the message one more time, hoping Chanler would see it.

'Make a distraction,Quickly!'

Then I put my arms back behind me so Mr.B didn't suspect anything, he turned around, still studding the knife. "This is a nice blade, could come in great use for-" We heard a bang outside the doors, and a small yelp of pain, although I wasn't sure who it was coming from. He set the knife down and started walking to the door. I got up and grabbed my knife. I threw at him, it brushed against his shoulder, cut he shirt and shoulder but stuck to the ground. His attention turned towards me again, he picked up the blade and looked at it. I froze.

"Silly, silly girl" His foot steps got heavier as he got closer. 'Damn it Parker, it didn't work, think of something' I thought as I started shifting back from him, and tripped over the chair. "Did you really think you can stop me with a pocket knife" He kicked the chair out of the way. I kept backing away, but I was running out of space. Mr.B caught up to me, and grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me close to him. "What was you plan anyway?" I gritted my teeth, and brought my knee to his gut, making him release his grip "That-" I swung my fist at him, but he dodged it "is- none-" I kept throwing punches hoping one of them would hit him "of your- concern"

On punch after another I missed. Finally he caught my fist, then punched me in the jaw, and the gut, causing me to loose my balance, and my breath. I fell into a crouch on the ground and coughed up blood. "Well," Mr.B said slowly circling around me, "This 'plan' doesn't seem to be working, now does it?" He got down to my eye level and lifted my head, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Mommy isn't here to save you anymore, what are you gonna do about that? Maybe I can make you watch me slowly tear away you brother and best friend piece by piece, then you can give me the answers I want. Now doesn't that sound like fun?" "Burn in Hell," I cough again, and spit the blood in his face. He yells something I'm not too sure about, and wipes his face. "Fine, You want to play dirty Parker, We can play dirty." Mr.B walks over to the table and grabs a dagger about the size of my forearm. I managed to struggle to my feet and grab my 4 inch pocket knife off the ground. 'What the hell are you thinking? This isn't gonna do anything to him' But before I could do anything about it, I have just enough time to block the dagger from cutting my skin. I attempt to kick the blade out of his hand, but he grabs my foot, and slams me on the ground. I moan from the sharp pain shooting through my whole body. for a second, I just lay there, hoping this was just a bad dream, or training session that I am failing at miserably. But then I remember this is the real, and i need to get up, so I do, and my word stats to spin. I back up into a wall and use it to help me regain my balance. Mr.B approaches me, and pins my shoulder to the wall so I cant move. "Need assistance?" The blade punchers my thigh, the metal cold and becoming stained with my blood. He swiftly removes the blade from my new wound and lets me fall to the ground. I scream in agony. "There, there, let it out" He was grinned behind behind his words.

From what I could see in front of me, thee doors open, Chanler and Liz are standing in front of two men who are knocked out. "Alright Jackass, your turn" Liz said with pleasure in her tone. My breathing got heavier and I let out a small yelp. Liz goes straight to Mr.B, doing her normal attack and knock out method, while Chanler rushes over to me. "Parker, are you ok?" he asked wile taking off his flannel and wrapping it around my wounded thigh. I groaned in response. He picked me up in a cradle and Liz ran up to us, "Guys I did my best, but I dont think we have much time before someone gets up, Ohmigosh, Parker? are yo-" Chanler cut her off, "Shh, you said we dont have much time, so lets go"

I rested my head on Chanler's chest, my eyes started to fill with tears from the pain. "I sent for backup after I got your message hun, the should be here an- Oh! There they are" Liz said waiving her hands to grab their attention, then went off to fill our back up team in on what happened. "Chanler," I weakly said "We need to get to HQ right n-" I let out a small moan. he looked down at my eyes and stopped walking."Sis, just stop talking for right now" He said in a genital but harsh tone. The last thing I remember is Chanler getting me into the van and shutting the door behind him, then I blacked out.