Dormans

Chapter 13

 

 

Weeks have passed and the plan has been coming along well... and by that I mean just making the plan by myself while those buttheads  sit off and go enjoy this hell hole. For the past few weeks, I've become a bitter ball of hatred. Why you ask? well, I've had the honor of witnessing more deaths than I have ever learnt in history. Perhaps an exageration but at the moment, I feel like I've been losing my sanity.

I scribble down some more layouts of the headquarters when the lights start flickering and shut off. My heart beat accelerates as I swiftly throw the notes in the pillow, before a projection occurs on Derrick's wall. It starts off as nothing but a white background when a person in uniform appears on screen, his face cut off. He appears dignified, with his posture and the burgundy coat he wears, he coughs into his gloved fist before a deep voice emanates from the speakers.

“Good afternoon my dear, I hope you’ve been doing well” I narrow my eyes at the image infront of me. This man has power for sure, exactly the person I want to strangle. Bad thought Kaylin… he can crush you in a heartbeat.

“You may have not realized why you are here yet” come to think of it, I don’t even know why Im here. I let my silence continue as he gives a hearty chuckle. “Please do meet me in my office, a guard will be here soon” and with that the screen turns black. Raising a hand to my head, I ruffle it up, before the door bursts open, a wince spreading through my body, when he grabs my arm towards the exit and onto a platform.

He grabs my neck the same way the guard with a son did when I first entered this place and I growl in answer, this has become my permanent way of answering people I don’t like, and the guards are one of them. Ive learnt certain techniques to keep my sanity, the main one is DON’T LOOK UP.

Not looking up means I don’t have to see the blood that gets spread every day.

“Nice to see you again, you’ve changed haven’t you?” He says with a sadistic tone edging his words. Believe me when I say that I really want to hurt him… I think as we pass by the cafeteria, getting closer to the main office.

“Listen, I know you hate me and all… but I want to help you” he mutters quietly and a gasp escapes my lips. He wants to help me? It may be a trick though. i grunt in response and soon enough we reach the Main Office.

He pushes me off the platform and we start walking through steel grey corridors surrounded with guards, each eyeing me and muttering rumors to each other.

“Afternoon Sharon, is the Dean in?” he asks a receptionist as we finally stop. She peers over her messy auburn hair, eyeing me before nodding quietly. He nudges me to go towards a burgundy door, it easily standing out amongst the grey and monochrome schemes of the place. He lets go of his grip on me and I walk into the doors, wondering whats up for me in this hell hole.

I sigh softly, before looking at the gold handle and open it and enter the room, shutting the door quietly. I take in the décor of the room. Quite royally inspired. The main focal point of the room though was the mahogany table in front of me with an ebony office chair behind it. The back of the chair was facing her and she could barely make out the reflection of the “dean” I guess who sat behind it.

Way to be cliché

“Ah, I see youre here. Its quite lovely to see you my dear, Derrick has been telling me wuite a bit about you” Derrick? How the hell would he know derrick? And why would derrick tell him about me?

“look around my dear, the name of this dear establishment is Dormans itself, and you must be aware of Derrick’s last name” but Derricks last name is Dorman. Gasping audibly, I flinch back towards the door as he turns around to face me. He’s the exact carbon copy of Derrick, though… more aged. My eyes widen as I look at him, the air becoming thicker and my breath shortening. No… This- He cant be Derricks father! My throat tightens and he chuckles warmly, crows feet appearing on the corners of his eyes.

“it seems like he hasn’t informed you has he? As expected of him” he pauses, looking towards a family portrait. I recognize Derrick and his siblings easily. He had told me they died. Did their own father kill them?

“I will warn you this, do not attempt to leave this facility, lest you all want to live, it is all I ask. After all, the only way to get Derrick to stay was to let you live and be his little whore, and if you die… Derrick and your little friends will die a slow death” he states, sipping wine. Guards then burst into the room and drag me out, my body going limp and mouth agape.

Derrick, knew all of this… he knew we would die if we left, he knew his father would kill my family. His dear father better be worried if his son is alive tomorrow when I’m done with him.