Secret Haven (HIATUS)

Chapter 3~ Bright Blue Eyes

"You have to get out of here!" my mother whispers, wrapping her arms around my brother and I.

"Momma, please no, I can't leave you here," I say, barely managing to get the words out over my sobs. I continue to sob when I see that my mother is bleeding out from the bullet wound in her right side. She had barely been able to grab my brother and me and hide us in a coat closet before my older brother had found us.

"Come out, come out wherever you are. You can't hide forever. You're gonna die today, and I'm gonna enjoy it," my older brother, Steven says, but the end of his sentence distorts into a more demonic sound.

"Princesa, I know you're scared but I need you to get out of here, take your little brother and run. Once you're out and safe, call your father, he'll take care of you. I love you so much. Don't look back okay, y no discutas conmigo. I'll be alright Conejita, don't worry. He's coming, NOW GO!" She shouts, pushing my brother and I out of the closet.

I run as fast as I'm able to out of the coat closet, my brother's hand in mine. I keep running and I don't look back.

I feel my little brother's hand slip from mine and I pause, and look back only to see my older brother Steven grabbing his neck and twisting it in an unnatural curve. I try to scream, but nothing comes out.

I try to turn around and continue running, but my feet are glued to the ground and I'm rendered completely defenseless.

Steven slowly walks towards me, the background behind him slowly fading out to the point where he's barely visible. Just before he reaches me, my feet finally move and I take off as fast as I can.

As I'm running, I turn around and see him standing in the same spot, a smile just a little bit too wide for his face growing slowly, leaving me with a feeling of dread.

I run until I'm on the verge of collapsing, my breaths coming in ragged pants. Somehow, I end up at a grassy meadow near my house. Although now, it feels unfamiliar and ominous.

I stand there for a moment, feeling like I'm about to throw up.

I wake up coughing violently and on the edge of vomiting. I sit up and dart to my bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before throwing up.

Wiping my mouth with a paper towel, I lean back against the porcelain bathtub and curl my legs up to my chest.

Finally, after what felt like years but was probably only a few minutes, I feel well enough to get up. I flush the toilet and walk back into my room, letting out a heavy sigh. I take a look at my phone in an attempt to distract myself.

I glance at the time and stretch my arms above my head, glad I woke up 20 minutes before my alarm instead of four AM.

I walk back into my bathroom, the smell of vomit still lingering. I spray some air freshener and look in the mirror. As usual after one of my nightmares, I look like I just got hit by a truck. I groan and grab out my hairbrush, trying to tackle the mess of knots on my head.

I check the time to see I've only got about 10 minutes to get to Uni. I grab my bag and phone, heading to my car.

I arrive at the University with a couple of minutes to spare. I hurry to my first class and sit where I had sat the day before, the spot near the door. Most of the other students are here already, but the professor has yet to arrive. Pulling out my phone and headphones I realize that I had forgotten to take my pills and I curse internally.

"Good morning everyone," the professor says, walking into the room. I look up and see him writing the lesson plan on the whiteboard. I put one earphone into my left ear so I can listen to my music and listen to the professor at the same time. I hear the door swing open and I look over and see the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. Our eyes meet and he scowls.

I roll my eyes internally and pause my music.

"Mr. Miller, it would be greatly appreciated if you could actually show up on time," the professor says, clearly annoyed.

"And?" David asks, raising his eyebrows and slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Just go sit down," he says with a scowl.

He walks towards the seat to my left that's across the aisle and sits down. Leaning his head on his hand, he scowls at anyone who looks at him.

Finally, my target has arrived.

The bell soon rings after an excruciatingly boring lesson and I hurry out of the classroom. Walking to a corner near the classroom, I lean against a more hidden wall and wait. While I'm waiting there, I pull out my tracker and mentally prepare my act.

I peak my head out from behind the wall and see David walking alone. As soon as he's near enough, I turn the corner quickly and stumble into him, slipping the tracker into the pocket of his jeans. I fall to the ground and make it look like I'm embarrassed, picking up my books.

He glares at me and I cower in fear, putting on my best teary eyed look. Even though my act was fake, the memories that followed, unfortunately, were not. In that moment, he reminded me of someone I wish I could forget.

My older brother, Steven, glares at me from across the room as I tell my mother what he had done. I show her my hand and she storms over to my brother and starts screaming at him for an explanation.

You see, my mother told me to go help my brother with his car out in the garage. I was reluctant at first considering my brother isn't very fond of me, but when she said that we could go get drinks afterward if I helped him, my 10-year-old self agreed excitedly.

I had run out there, ready to help out with whatever I could. My brother thought I would only slow him down and mess him up, however. He told me to sit on the ground in the corner and I threw a fit, saying that mom told me to help him and that I was going to help him no matter what he wanted.

In that moment, he had glared at me with such hatred that I wanted to run away in fear.

The vision fades away and I look around and see that a few people are staring at me. I look up at David and see that he's giving me a strange look.

I close my hands into fists and get up slowly. Wrapping my arms around my books and shoving them back into my bag, I mumble a quick apology and walk back towards the women's restroom.

I can hear whispering behind me but I ignore it and head into the first stall I see. Hanging my bag on the small hook attached to the door, I sigh to myself.

I mentally scold myself, realizing that that would have jeopardized my entire mission. I walk out of the bathroom, frustrated that I had lost it in front of someone. It doesn't help that someone just so happened to be my target.

This may be a bit harder than I thought. 

KEY:

Princesa: Princess, a common form of endearment in Spanish

y no discutas conmigo: and don't argue with me

Conejita: Bunny, Another common form of endearment in spanish

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