Junkyard of Heroes

Chapter 3

Brynn would gladly have sat there and talked to Tom all night. He had smooth, shiny blond hair that kept falling in his eyes. His eyes were deep green tunnels that held emotions so fierce and true she got lost in them. He had just enough light stubble on his chin to make him look more manly than boyish and his strongly defined jawline gave him, overall, a very masculine air.

      In short, she thought he was hot.

      He seemed to think so too. He just seemed to exude confidence, he had an aura of self assurance. Everything he did he did it perfectly. And man was he smooth when it came to conversation. He kept calling Brynn 'darling' and 'sweetheart', and he'd stroke her cheek or brush hair out of her face.

      Sober Brynn would have considered these actions sexist and said he was taking advantage of her. However the beer cup in her hand and the way he looked at her made thinking straight very difficult.

      A popular hip-hop song came on at one point and she excitedly grabbed Tom's wrist. "This is a dancey song! We should dance!!" she squealed, and tried to pull him away from the drinks table. He chuckled and pulled her back to him, perhaps a little closer than before.

      "Sorry sweetheart, I don't dance." he told her. She pouted up at him and he chuckled again, taking both her wrists in his hands. He noticed her cup was empty and frowned slightly, taking it off her.

      She tried to grab it back again. "That's mine!" she told him, but Tom pressed a finger to her lips and shushed her. Brynn crossed her arms moodily until he returned a now full cup to her.

      "Watch out now, this might be a little strong for you," said Tom. Brynn insisted she could handle it and gulped down as much as she could in one go. Laughing, he tried to stop her drinking it all, but she downed it in one.

      Immediately Brynn felt weak, almost falling if it weren't for Tom's strong supportive arm under her. She looked at him and giggled, then gasped. "You're so pretty, Tom . . ." she told him, lifting a hand to his cheek.

      He looked vaguely uncomfortable while pushing her hand away. She just continued to giggle. "I'm gonna bring you home now, ok?" he said. She nodded and tried to walk, but her feet were not connected to her head and she stumbled continuously until he picked her up, bridal style. She laughed again but softer this time.

       A fog was creeping into her mind, slowly blocking any other thoughts from intruding. Her eyelids grew heavier and she found it easier to keep them closed. Around her she heard a few people asking if she was alright, and Tom saying she had simply had too much to drink.

      One thought managed to sneak in before everything went, and she heard herself voice it loudly.

      "Jake . . ."

      And she was gone.

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      It seemed only a short while later when Brynn woke up, though in fact it had been 3 and a half hours. When her eyelids fluttered open she found herself in a dark, mostly empty room.

      She immediately tried to sit up, this being part of her usual wake up routine, and in her head she knew she'd rub her eyes and stretch her arms back next. However something stopped her from doing so.

      Brynn shifted her head and let out a small gasp when she saw her arms strapped down to a cold metal table. It was then she noticed her change of dress. Her dark blue satin exchanged for grubby yellow-white cotton. A hospital gown.

      Frantically she looked around for . . . she didn't know what. A means of escape? Hardly likely with her arms - and legs, she noticed - tied down. She saw a small table beside her with a tray of surgical instruments and had to bite her lip to stop a scream.