I’m guessing now that it would have to be somewhere close to early morning. Of course I cannot be one hundred percent sure as there is no light indication. No windows, no ventilation and no food or water. My mouth is dry and my throat raspy and I feel as though I’ve been deserted. Simon and Nicole haven’t been back for quite a while and I’m worried as to whether they will ever be back. Peter’s appearance continuously haunts me, my brain is playing nasty tricks. I’ve seen him several times but not once was it reality. I can’t help but wonder where he is now, what he’s doing and whether he’s pieced the puzzle together yet. The selfish part of me hopes he’ll come for me but my heart overrides that hope entirely. I don’t want Peter to come for me. I want him to be safe and being here with me would be the complete opposite. My wrists have rubbed raw against the rope that’s been tightened by Simon on a number of occasions. My feet have been experiences short periods of pins and needles followed by a numbing pain. My back aches from the sitting position and my neck has kinked into a painful state. My eyes have slightly glazed over impairing my vision and my stomach is constantly churning at the distinct smell of death. I’ve had to remind myself over and over again where I am. Of course the butcher is an obvious assumption. Knives hang from the hooks on the wall but other than that and a steel bench there is nothing else. Just me. Just me and this wooden chair. My skin is cold and my hairs stand on end. My ears prick to a sudden unexpected sound that echoes through the walls.
“How long will we be here Kale?” the voice is unfamiliar and manly. His words are slightly slurred. I missed the reply for what I think are air conditioners fire up. I’m no longer alone. “Kale?” the sound picks up again. I strain my ears again.
“Not long, we should be able to get out of here in about five minutes. You could probably go, mate! I’ll be right to clear up from yesterday,” yells another voice.
“Righto! Catch ya Monday!” the air around me thickens with the rotting smell and darkness surrounds me again. Wriggling my hands I am still unable to slither from the restraints.
“Help!!” I scream. Again and again my raspy voice squeals but only a small sound erupts. My voice too dry and hoarse to scream loud enough. I could barely hear myself. Hopeless. What seemed like just minutes passed before sounds of footsteps approached growing louder with every passing second.
“Oh Amelia, you’re still here. I thought maybe your loving boyfriend would be coming after you. Or doesn’t he love you?” I felt like screaming. I felt like hitting him, hurting him, shutting him up for good. “Well I’ve seen your little boyfriend, he’s doing well. He has no clue and I plan on keeping it that way. Nicole was with him,” as if on cue she rounded the corner, a butter knife in hand. I could barely see their faces but can estimate what they read.
“He doesn’t love you Amelia. Of course he doesn’t love you. Look at him, he’s gorgeous and manly,” she had absolutely no idea. If that is the first thing she notices about Peter than there is no question as to why he gave her up. “I spoke with him this morning, he seemed happy to see me. Do you know what he said to me?” I didn’t budge. “Do you want to know?” once again I stayed perfectly still, “He said that you are his rebound girl. He said leaving me was a mistake and he needed a bit of fun to keep his mind from me. I don’t blame him though and don’t worry, I’ll keep him happy. I’ll give him what he wants when he wants it, I can give him more than you could ever dream of Amelia,” she chuckled. “I don’t understand how you even imagined you two would end up together. I mean you are well… you. Peter is Peter. I wouldn’t change a single thing about him, except his hair. Ugh, that hair. Orange isn’t it? Did you notice the beanie, I made him buy it. I explained that nobody liked red hair so made him cover it up. Of course he appreciated my advice,” Peter had never mentioned that Nicole was the instigator of the white beanie. My blood boiled as her words cut through me.
“He doesn’t love you,” I choke out.
“What was that?” Simon interrupted.
“Simon! I can handle this,” in one swift movement she took a handful of hair and cut it from my head. “You don’t look so great now do you?”
“You see Amelia, Peter belongs with Nicole. They’re soul mates, just like you and me. You and I are perfect for each other, I just wish you would see that.” Who does he think he is? I have so much to say to him but no words will escape my lips.
“Anyway Amelia, I’m sure he won’t like you with that hair,” A vast lock of my hair lay to rest on the floor.
“Don’t worry about him,” Simon leant down, his knees bent as his face inched closer to mine, “He’s not worthy of you. He doesn’t want you. He said he’s happy to see the back of you, so why put yourself through all that? Why not stay with me, make me the happiest man alive. Be mine.”
“Don’t flatter yourself Simon, this thing thinks she’s king’s shit,” Nicole slurred through gritted teeth.
“She’ll come round, I’ll make sure of it.”
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Broken Strings
Novela JuvenilWhen the world seems to be against every move you make where else do you have to hide but within yourself. Amelia, a young girl with the Father from Hell and Peter, whose life is much the same in comparison become fast friends, exploring each other'...