The Lost Boy

Live or die

I slowly wake up. Not opening my eyes. Suddenly pain hits me. All over my body. What happened? I also feel very weak. I don't want to face Jack. I feel dead. I'll be dead. Unless I can get up and escape. Highly doubt it though. If he drugged me than there is no way that I'll will be able to get up. I have open my eyes sometime.

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I slowly open my eyes. "Someone's finally awake" Jack says. I say nothing. I look around and notice how nice there basement is. It's like a lounge room. Im sitting on chair. Its a Red chair, It's pretty big. The chair has arm's, Im next to a couch. Im handcuffed to the chair. Well this is just great.

"So Blaze, how are you feeling?" Jack says, Like he actually cares. I just sigh. "I swear all you do is sigh every time time I talk to you." Jack says. I say nothing and give him a death glare. "Don't be mad at me, this is your fault." Jack says. I stay quiet. "Fine this might make you talk." Jack says and pulls out a pocket knife. Ok mabye I can talk.

"Fine, I'll talk." I say. "Finally, It speaks" He says. I immediately ask "Why are there bruises, on me?" I realize how drunk I sound. I'm not steady with my words at all. The only difference is that I don't sound happy, I sound depressed and confused.

"Oh, no reason at all" Jack says and gives me a develish smirk. "What did you do to me?!" I say a little more demanding and trying to keep my voice steady.

"It's been a while since you've gotten a beating." Jack say. That fucking Jackass. lol. Jack-ass. But seriously. Why? Everything hurts right now. I give him another death glare. "What?" He says. He knows, he's just being annoying.

"While you drugged me?" I say. "Your smart enough to figure it out. At least you couldn't feel it." He says. Is it sad that's the nicest thing that's he's ever said or done to me. "Well I can feel it now. Why am I here anyway?" I ask.

"I said quit it with the tone, you know why your here. Now you'll probably have to die. I'm going to miss messing with you." Jack says. Im I really going to die here? Out of everyone who would kill me, I'm not surprised it's Jack.

"I don't need to die, the only thing I did was-" I say then Jack cuts me off and says. "What!? what did you do? Find a secret that was never supposed to be spoken about never again. But you had to go after it!" Jack says

"No, I kept on seeing James digging it and he wouldn't stop tormenting me. By the way, whenever I would ask James about it, he said that I will find out soon, like he wanted me to find out. Then another time when I found him digging it, he told me I would be going to hell. Like he new this was going to happen, so I would blame him." I say.

"I guess he wanted you to die." Jack says and gives me a devilish smile. "I new he hated me, no mater how many times he told me he didn't." I say. "I'm not even sad about dieing anymore, Its not like anyone gives a shit." I say

"Well sad for you. At least one person cares for you, what about your parents?" Jack says I can't tell if he's being sarcastic. It doesn't even matter anyway. "They think I'm mistake, I'm probably better off dead, no one gives a shit and why are you acting nicer than usual?" I say.

"Your going to die, I should at least not be a total jerk." Jack say. He's still a jerk. "Jack come here now!" I hear is dad say. "Coming!" Jack says. Then he looks at me and runs up stairs.

Ok. How can escape? The drugs still haven't left me system so I still feel tiered. I could probably fall asleep anytime now. I move my arms. Ouch, the handcuffs are tight. I look around.

There's a bobby pin on the table on the other side of the room. Like I can get over there. I bet I'm so weak I can't even stand up by myself.

I hear footsteps coming down here. Leave me alone!!!!! Why, me? What did I do to deserve this? The door opens. I see Jack. Then his dad and his mom. My heartbeats rapidly at the sight of the gun in his dads hand.

"Let's make this quick." Mr. Mills says. I can see fear in Mrs. Mills eyes. I'm pretty sure I do too. "Jack since your the one who got him you do it." Mr. Mills says and gives the gun to Jack. Well, Im going to Die in the basement of my high school bullie.

He stares at his dad speech less. "Come on, we don't have all day! You have school in a couple of hours!" His dad says. Then he slowly puts the gun up to my head, while his dad gives me a a death stare.

Jack says something without words coming out of his mouth. He said 'im sorry'. I shut my eyes and wait.

"No! No! No! Stop!" I hear his mom say. I open my eyes in time to see jacks mom run over to him and take the gun away. I let out a sigh of relief. "What's wrong with you woman?!" Jacks dad says.

"We can't kill him. W-we can't, he's just a boy. Blaze is it?" She says. I nod my head. "He's done nothing wrong, w-won't anyone here the gun shot? Just please don't kill him." She says. At least someone in this house isn't fully messed up.

"If we don't kill him, then he'll tell everyone!" Jacks dad says. "We could keep him, hide him, he'll just be missing." She says. What's happening right now?

"That's never going to work, give me the gun!" Jacks dad says. Jack looks over to me. Then back at his mom. "Yes it can, we will just lock him in the sound proof room and keep him. He really doesn't need to die!" She says.

"No, he can't live" His dad says and grabs the gun out of her hand and points it to me. Shit!

"NO!" Jacks mom says and runs over to me and shields me with a hug. What's happening? I look at Jack in the eyes who's looking at me. I'm freaking out. "I won't let him die." She says.

"Fine, But he's your responsibility now!" He says and goes up to my face and says "Your lucky" and goes up stairs.

Jacks mom wispers something in my ear. "Im so sorry" while she holds me. Is this what a mom feels like. Someone who can protect you. Mabye even care? I can feel her crying.

I look at Jack. He's staring at me. He looks freaked out. "Blaze.." He says. "You couldn't kill me, couldn't you?" I say right about to pass out. "Um...no" He says. I start to drift off on his moms shoulder. "Just wanted to know" I say, don't know how I do, but I drift off.