Treacherous Love

Chapter 13 ~ That Hall pt. 2

I sprint the few steps to the door, jiggling the nob with all my effort, trying to pry open the door. Not making too much noise in fear of Sandra being trapped in there with someone. My mind trying to get a clear image of what to do.

Quickly I remember the bobby pin Sandra gave me.

I think of the moment.

It was at lunch and Sandra had her beautiful dirty blonde locks clipped up, but I knew of all people that she loved her hair down better. So she quickly un -clipped her hair, as if an immediate reaction, letting her soft hair fall onto her shoulders with the rest. Free once again. Releasing a giggle at my pleased reaction, she asked me to hold the bobbly pin, so I took it from her and stuffed it into my black-jean-pocket. With a delighted smile on my face, her blue/green/gray/gold eyes sparkling, along with her hair. And then we started to talk with James and Koryssa about something random.

I quickly smile, then fish the black clip out of my pocket. I fumble to find it, my tongue out of my mouth in frustration, it's a weird habit, but Sandra thinks it's cute. Haha. Wait... No! Stay on topic Aspen, wait, Sandra is the topic!

I finally find the bobby pin in my pocket, pick it up with my two fingers and pull it out. Then fumble with it until I quickly jam it into the key hole, moving it around while pounding against the door with all my might. They must know by now that I am coming soon, so I better be prepared.

Sandra's muffled cries only get louder, as I pound against the door again.

She must be so scared.

I rush into the door again. Then once more, and the door busts open.

The rusted door slowly squeaks open, minus the effort I put on it. The room has gray walls, and gray carpet with one window, blinds open and showing a cloudy sky, but not quite raining yet.

Dreary and yet intimidating.

I am still heavily breathing from all the force and frustration, but what I see makes me breathe even harder, and my heart race.

Sandra, tied up in a dainty, wooden chair, hands and feet tied down. A tight rag placed over her mouth, her big blue eyes bright with fear staring back at me, teary eyed. Fresh salty tears stain her cheeks and with her hair in a mess, she looks absolutely terrified. But thankfully, her breaths calm down as she sees me, her eyes relaxing a bit, as she stops tugging against the irritating, prickly ropes. I relax a bit, in wonderland by being able to see her again.

But her eyes grow wide and she freezes in fear, as she realizes who is also here.

I tilt my head in confusion, but my light brown eyes turn a deep hateful color when I see who stands beside her.

Nash.

He has one hand placed on the chair, and the other grazing through Sandra's hair as she starts to shake. A proud smirk placed upon his face, his eyes glowing with satisfactory as he takes in my reaction. My fists clench at my sides and I feel my face get hot, and I start to shake out of fury.

No One. And I mean NO ONE. Touches. Sandra. Especially, Nash.

"Get Away From Her." I say through clenched teeth, threatening his very presence.

Nash just stands there in place for a few moments, but then replies with a, "Hhmmm." He slowly walks directly behind Sandra, across the room from me. He takes an eerily big whiff of Sandra's hair, and then playfully twists the golden locks around his finger. "So soft." He whispers, but making sure I can hear him as he continues to stroke Sandra's hair.

Sandra shakes in complete fear, her eyes wide and unblinking. I look to her painfully, and mentally am screaming at Nash to get away from her. "And why would I go that?" Nash says still twirling her hair in his finger, then let's the strips of sunlight fall through his fingertips. Looking up to me, placing both hands on the crippled chair, leaning over Sandra's head. He puts on a fake pouty face, then places his head on-top of Sandra's. She does not move, but is stuck. And Nash smiles to me, sensing Sandra's fear, and my venom, practically dripping onto the dusty gray carpet (it's a metaphor).