Dreams become Reality: Book Two in the Carl Grimes Series

Chapter 17

Right there out of the corner of my eye I see him, Arthur.

My barefeet are shivering in fear. His body fat flails up and down because of the stalky way he walks. Carl came up behind me. I let out a loud whimper and Carl puts his hands to my mouth. I fall to the ground, my knees up to my face. Tears rush out of my eyes as I see him pulling a bodybag out of the door. I could see a slip of paper on it but couldnt seem to make out the name with the stinging hot tears blowing down my face.

"Shhh. It's gonna be alright." Carl's voice coos in my ear.

I see Arthur look straight up at us. His dark green eyes darting us down. He runs over to us. Carl pulls me into his arms and runs as fast as he can away but Arthur was faster. His fat arms wrap around Carl's back.

"Where do you think your going?" He chuckles.

Carl jerks away, dropping my to the concrete. My eyes fought to stay open but I lost the battle.

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I awake in a hospital bed. The room is cold and I am changed into a hospital gown. The room is completely dark. I look up to see my mother.

"Mommy?"

She doesnt answer. I remember that she is dead and look away.

"hahah." A chuckle comes from behind me.

I turn around in bed and see Arthur with a knife up to Carl's throat, he was whimpering slightly.

"LET HIM GO."

I see the knife go closer to his neck. I was done with this. The son of a bitch killed my aunt, he's not killing my baby.

"Take me. Let him go and take me." I get up out of bed, closing my eyes quivering my lip.

"No." Carl lets out a whimper.

Arthur lets go of Carl and pushes him to my side. I grab him tightly.

"I love you Carl. Everything's going to be alright." I kiss his cheek.

"C'mon, we dont have all day." Arthur pulls me out of the room, shutting the door in Carl's face.

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He drags me to a room with a chair. On the side of the chair was a table, full of torturing weapons. Was he gonna torture me? My body ached of confusion. The concrete fall really hurt my side.  Questions blew through my mind. Was Shane, Lori, and Rick going to save us this time? What was going to happen to Carl? Could I save myself?

Arthur shut the door and pushed me to the ground, causing me to groan in pain. My side hurt like hell, a stinging sensation beginning to show.

"You ready?" He laughs.

"For what? Me to kick your ass?" 

He kicks my in the groin causing me to spit up some blood. I wipe my mouth on my arm, blood oozing down it.

"You got something else to say to me, smartass?"

I shake my head.

"What the hell do you want from us? What did we ever do to you?"

He doesn't respond but instead kicks me again. I felt the urge to kick him back but he would just do it back. My stomach ached in pain. He picks me up and throws me into the chair, strapping my arms and legs with ducttape. Just like the dream but instead with Carl.

"I'm going to torture you then your little boyfriend too." He laughs a evil laugh.

"Not if he gets to you first." I put a small grin on my face.

His hand goes across my face, backhanding me. I knew it was coming, so it wasnt a suprise. He chuckles and walks out the door.

"Try not to do anything stupid. I'll be back." He slams the door, making a echo through the room.

I just sit there looking over at the weapons found on the table. I move around in the chair, which was giving me a ultimate wedgie. I was thinking of a plan. A plan that would kick Arthur in the balls. I was trying to get something from the table to cut the tape off, then I would pick the lock to the door, save Carl, and beat the shit out of Arthur. I know it sounds cheesy and wont happen but I sure as hell am going to try. I scootch my bottom over and try to move my mouth towards the weapons. I could possibly pick one up with my teeth. I look over them to see a knife. I inch my mouth over to them, cracking my neck. I hear the door open and see Carl in the door, blood all over his face.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" Stupid hormones.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL KILL HIM!" Arthur pushes him in and shuts the door.

What a idiot.

"Carl, grab the knife and cut me free." I whisper, getting nothing out of Carl.

"Carl?"

I look over at his body, twitching. I see Arthur walking in the door with a chair, identical to mine. He sets it right next to mine and screws it to the ground, making a loud noise ringing through my ears. He walks over to Carl and puts him in the chair, strapping his arms and legs to the chair with the duct tape. Great! This plan is not going as planned. He chuckles walking over to me, grabbing the knife, waving it infront of my face.

"Trying to escape will just make it worse." He walks out of the room with the knife.

Fuck. We were screwed.

"Carl? Wake up. C'mon!"

His body makes no movements.

"CARL!"

What if Carl was dead?

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AN: sorry i didnt update yesterday. i was at my grandmas all day and night. i hope you like. only a few chapters left in this book then i MIGHT make a third and final book. thanks for reading! :)