CODE RED (Book 1)

New People

New People-12

My body shook violently as I felt the stab to my leg sink into my flesh. I screamed in pain unable to hold it back any longer through the tape that stuck to my lips tightly to block out the noise. My eye's were frantic in the middle of the night, peaking around the darkness trying my best to make out where I was. I felt the sharp object pull out swiftly only to penetrate my stomach. The air washed out of me as I screamed again the tears stinging at my eyes before rolling down my temples.

"Shut up!" came the man's voice. "Just... shut up!"

I forced myself to be quiet. Even if I still had a scream lodged inside my throat. That voice had sounded familiar. The anger in it made me realize that it was my own father. Why was he doing this to me—what had I done wrong? Had I done something?

The scent of alcohol floated my nostrils as he breathed above me. My eyes darted around in a panic of what he was going to do next. I felt the warmness leak into my shirt knowing full well that it was my blood. I cried shutting my eyes tightly trying not to let my sobs emit from my throat but despite my efforts one escaped causing me to get a hard blow to the head. I then felt the tape rip off of my mouth as I cried out painfully.

"What did I tell you," He shouted, voice loud in my ears. I felt him yank both of my wrists and pull me further onto the ground of straw. Were we in a field—no we had to be in some sort of barn because the next thing I knew I felt my sides hit against a wooden cage pin and the smell of manure filled my nose. The light came on from the dangling bulb above us. It swung back and forth making the light swing with it.

My eyes widened and dilated from the sudden brightness, I couldn't block it with my arms because the fucker still had a strong grip on them. I felt a rope being tide to them from the wrists as he laid me on a cutting table tying my legs apart and holding them at bay by another strong rope tide to a post.

My eyes kept darting around me as I saw hooks hanging from the sealing but it was then that I looked down in between my legs a few inches away from cutting me in half was a circular saw cutter. Specifically used only for wood for a faster process for building. But why was I on it?

I looked up at my so called dad who was in a pair of old blue jeans in a blooded T shirt with a pair of black leather gloves. He smiled sadistically at me before moving aside to reveal another person. My guess is that the boy he showed me was around my age. But why was he here? As I stared at him further my heart beat quickened as I realized from the black hair to the red strands was Thorne—my boyfriend...Alex Thorne. What was he doing here tide up like that?

I felt myself panic as I saw the line of blood from his mouth and his white T shirt stained with blood from a cut on his neck as his head held to the side awkwardly, his eyes were faded and lifeless...he didn't blink once and that was what scared me the most.

"Oh my god!" I screamed in panic. He was dead. Why him? What had he done to deserve death? I watched him not daring to turn my head. The tears stung my eyes even more as I screamed in sorrow not knowing what else to do. My dad stood arms folded with a smile on his face at my pained expression. I immediately felt anger towards him.

"You murderer!" I shouted at him as I pulled roughly at my ropes that held me down. "I hate you— you fucking monster! He didn't deserve any of this!" I cried feeling the hot tears slide down my face, the stupid ropes wouldn't let me go, they gripped me tightly holding me down as all I could do was shout in his face.

I felt weak and vulnerable. That made me even more upset about the situation. I sobbed louder closing my eyes tightly hoping to god that this was a nightmare...a horrible twisted nightmare that I would soon wake up from, but I grew skeptical that this was that, every moment felt real no matter how I looked at it.