Revenge

Chapter 10: Unprotected

Chapter 10: Unprotected

"You son of a bitch!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Harold drags me harshly through the dimly lit hallway of the hospital. "Get the hell off me!" He flings me sideways and my head slams against the tiled wall. He presses his muscular, scary body against mine and brings his lips close to my ear.

"Listen up princess. This whole situation is your fault! You should never have escaped in the first place!" He hisses, spitting in my ear.

I don't even remember escaping!

"You killed your own son!" I bellow, my body shaking violently.

"And who is going to believe you?" He hisses, his voice sending jerks of terror through my body.

"Trinity," I whisper. He raises an arm at me and strikes me in the side of my head with his fist. My body slams into the ground, sending jolts of pain throughout my body.

"What the hells going on?" A voice asks. I don't know where the voice is coming from. I feel the earth spinning beneath me, than an angry growl escapes my stomach. Before I have a chance to react, vomit explodes from my mouth onto the tiled floor. I look up slowly, my hair hanging in the puke. Nate's mom stands inches from us wearing nothing but a robe.

Nathan.

A sudden look of pain and hurt appears on Harold's face, as if he was totally innocent.

"She shot Nate!" Harold screams, tears rushing to his eyes.

"What!" I scream, trying not to vomit again. Nate's mom stares at me with disbelief, her bushy hair now hanging in front of her face. She looks like a serial killer.

"Is he alright?" Nate's mom whispers, tears clouding her eyes.

"No, she killed him!" He shouts, striking me in the face again.

"He's lying!" I scream into the tiled floor. Tears stream down my face.

"She escaped! The cameras went out some how and we found her outside the hospital grounds! She stole Trinity's gun and shot Natey! My son! Your son!" Harold sobs.

Natey?

"You fake psycho," I groan into the floor. I hear thumps from someone running, then feet begin slamming into me, bringing red and black dots to my eyes.

"You murderer! You murderer! You murderer!" Nate's mom shouts repeatedly through thick tears. A flash of close-cropped, blonde hair comes into my vision. Nate's hair. Hair I'll never see again.

A feeling of longing crashes over me, over powering the pain of the constant kicking. If I hadn't some how escaped, he would still be alive...

It's my fault he's dead, is the last thought I have before everything is numb and my eyes slowly drape close.

*.*.*

My eyes slowly open and the first thing I see is a screen in front of me. A laptop screen. A video chat is on. A nasty smell of vomit wafts through the air, probably still in my hair.

I blink rapidly at the screen trying to see if my eyes are playing tricks on me. On the screen is my father. I try to jump forward, but my legs and hands are bound to a stupid metal chair! I try screaming at him but duct tape around my mouth blocks almost all sound, except for quiet humming that escapes.

Daddy, help me! I want to scream.

My dad stares at me with glassy eyes, his dark hair greasy from the lack of showers, his cheeks have red blotches of color on them and his mouth is pulled into a straight, tense line.