Fighting the Wolves

Chapter Twenty Eight

I'm posting an hour early cuz I have to wake up early and don't want to have to remind myself to post this during the day tomorrow.

Enjoy.

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I look directly into his eyes.
I haven't spoken a word to him since he revealed himself to me...two days ago.
I can't speak his name. (Mainly because he won't let me)
It's as if as soon as his title is spoken, his facade of rage will crumble into a reality that means nothing.
He has told me he feels nothing, which should give him the title of 'sociopath', but I refuse to call him that.
Because he's not; Nor is he a psychopath.
I see his eyes, a mystery I normally have a hard time figuring out. I see everything in his eyes, how much pain he has gone through; Every villain has a backstory.
His story could break the hearts of the manliest man. It could break the heart of the most innocent child.
He hasn't even told me his story, but I see his eyes.
I know.

Time here is passing as if you were staring at a stopwatch. Not slow, not fast, but at a pure and normal speed. But the numbers lure me into their movement, drifting with me as I fall under the trance that is thrust upon me.
He forces me to listen, yet not by hurting me. (Not physically anyway)
He uses all knowledge of me against me, pushing me into obeying his demands. Eventually my time with him has turned into more of a hypnotism session. He plays my mind with words of anger, his silver tongue guiding my brain into a world of different. Thoughts that I have suppressed over years, are now encouraged.
Everything I've been told is wrong, is suddenly right.

My blindfold returns as the end of the third day arrives. Strong hands tied the end of the blindfold with promises of this being the last time we'll see each other for a while; I'll be set free in the morning. A needle is injected with my final thoughts as I fall into a dreamless sleep.

I wonder what everyone will think of the new me.

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My eyelids glide open as I awaken in my own bed at home. I'm completely awake and energized, ready for a full school day, ready for anything that could happen. Footsteps pass my ajar door before backtracking to stop and stare at me.

"Morning, mom." My mother stares at me as I rise from my bed and head for the shower. I cleanse myself with large amounts of soap and warm water, until I feel completely clean. I'm not sure why, but I feel dirty.
Horrifically, utterly, and completely, disgusting.
I finished and dry myself, dressing in black skinny jeans and a thin sweater before grabbing my backpack and sneaking out the front door. I can't let either of my parents see me or they'll questions.

He told me I can't answer questions.

I walk to school today, feeling the need to take my time and lose my mind for a bit. When I arrive in the school grounds, I feel a shift in atmosphere. I can feel his eyes on me. My mates eyes.

I better hurry.

A school bus arrives just as I begin to march for the front doors, I blend in with the teens that are rushing from the bus into the school. Luckily, the crowd allows me to avoid Jackson....for the time being.
It won't be long till he finds me in one of the halls, or if I manage to evade him that long, I'll still see him in class. Meeting each other at some point in the day is unavoidable.

Why am I trying to escape him?
He hasn't done anything.
I kind of miss him.
After all, it's been three days.

Something in the back of my subconscious is telling me to avoid him, and trusting my instinct for once, I play my little game of hide and seek until Lunch. But of course, one can only avoid someone for so long until shit hits the ceiling fan.

"Amy!" I turn to greet the voice, coming face to face with Lexi. My heart cracks a bit, seeing as I haven't really liked to her since before the pool party. I feel bad for making her worry, but his words echo through my brain, reminding me of everything he said.
I cannot say a word about what happened. Not one.

"What the freaking hell Amy, care to tell me what's been going on?" I blink, giving her a blank and emotionless stare. "Because it sure seems fine to leave your best friend completely out of the loop, right?" More words, too many to listen to. His, and Lexi's. "First you acted bat shit crazy, then you disappear!? What's wrong with that picture, Amelia!?" She's holding onto my shoulders now, her voice getting higher as she becomes more emotional. No tears are coming down her face, but I can see them forming in her eyes.

I do my best to keep my heart together as my brain takes over and yanks myself away from Lexi, and make my way through the cafeteria. I hear her calling my name as I walk away, she doesn't attempt to come after me. Part of me is upset she doesn't try, but the other part is glad she can't see me like this. Not with what my mind is trying to do right now.

Then I feel another hand on my shoulder. Not Lexi's. It's definitely a mans hand. And with the feeling that comes along with the touch, I know exactly who it is. I fight the urge to give him a hug as I turn around and face Jackson. My eyes bore into his forehead, since I can't consciously look into his eyes. He would see the guilt. He would know.
I can't let him know.

"Amelia..." he starts off, but his words have already registered in my mind as everything from the past couple days turns into complete overload. Everything he said is racing through my thoughts, pushing me to do what he wants. But I don't want to.

I also, can't help it.

A loud cracking sound echoes through my ears, clearing my mind of any and all thoughts. My fist crumpling as it collides with Jackson's face. I don't even know where I hit him. I can't see. Everything is turning upside down.

"Amelia Walker!"
"Amelia!" Two voice call my name at the same time, yet only holds authority.

My other hand turns to grab Jackson's neck before both my arms are pulling backwards with the help of another force. The person drags me backwards whilst the vice principal appears in my vision, striding forward to Jackson's aid.

"I, Amelia Janine Walker, reject you, Jackson Zachary Miller!" I scream as the person detaining me drags me around a corner. But just before I'm out of sight, my eyes meet his. Jackson's eyes sear into my soul, my heart completely shattering at the expression that came with my viscous words.

I didn't want to do it.
I didn't want to.
I didn't want to.

Tears begin to pour from my eyes like a broken water hose as what I've done washes over everything that he told me. Everything he said to me, is now gone. No trace. Just hurt. A shit ton of hurt.

Gallons of tears seem to be leaking from my eyes, yet not a single sound escapes my mouth.

I am broken.

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Well shit.

Song above is The Void by Andy Black.