Spoon Fears (UNDER RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 2: wakey wakey!

Sophie’s Pov

 

I woke up, thinking I was still in my own save bedroom. Even though  in my own  bed I wasn’t that save either. Certainly not when Dean or my uncle were drunk and that almost  happened every single day.

 They were always drunk. My Uncle more than Dean.

My uncle is my only family relative that I have left in my life. He blames me for everything, even for the death of my parents, that’s another reason why I blame that on myself as well. He hates my guts and he is just as bad as Dean, he and Dean have good contact with each other.

So that way my uncle arranged me living with Dean. And did I ever get anything to say about this? No! of course not.

But no…!

…I’m happy I broke up with him. Although he threatened me with a knife.

Now I think about it…I could be dead by now.

WAIT WHAT!

 I started to think about what I just said. I started to look around me and panicked. Why aren’t I dead? Where am I? how did I get here? What the hell am I doing here? What had happened and what the hell is happening.

Memories from last night started to get back, seeping into my brain. I broke up with Dean, he had a knife he was going to hurt me. but he didn’t. he didn’t stab me with the knife?! Why? What had stopped him?

But I still don’t know how I got here. I really wanted to know what had happened last night, but on the other half I don’t want to know.

But then I started to remember what happened last night;

There were 3 boys, one of them picket me up and I started to kick him and …

“OMG! Where the hell am I” I spoke out loud. And I’m pretty sure it was loud. Even if I do say myself.

“omg what if someone heard me and comes up and…” I whispered to myself, I started hyperventilating thoughts were flying like a nest of bees through my head, but they were interrupted by the door that slowly and quietly opened.

I froze and it stayed silence for a couple of minutes but I knew the door was still open, the light from the hallway was clearly discernible falling into the room making the room clear up a bit.

After a couple of minutes the person shut the door again and I breathed out a shaky breath in relief I breathed very deep and then suddenly a person started to whisper something to me from my left side.

“I’m happy you’re awake, how do you feel?” the voice seemed to come out of nowhere and it scared me, from the shock I start screaming.

"ssssshhh sssshhhhhh, please don't scream! I-I just want to help you please" he whispered.

“help me? HELP ME?!? Is that why you kidnapped me? Is that why you locked me up in your van last night?” I screamed still in shock and scared as hell.

“what? Kidnapped you? Locked you up? No, no! it’s- it’s not like that I-I… “ he said with a confused tone in his voice.

“then who are you and where am I?” I asked more confused than he was. I was much calmer now, I don’t know why but I believed him when he said he didn’t kidnap me, but still some part of me tells me I was,

I mean WHY ELSE WOULD HE HAVE TAKEN ME TO HIS HOME!?!?

“you know what? Why don’t we go downstairs and I’ll tell you everything that happened, at least as far I know what happened to yeh myself” he said with a little smile tugging on his face.

“why should I trust you” I snapped at him. His cute smile disappeared and turned into a sad look, almost a pleading one.

“please?” he begged me with an innocent tone in his voice.

I was thinking how much I also wanted to listen to him, to go with him, my body just refused to do it all. I was battling with myself.

He noticed my expression and knew I was thinking through what he had just said. so he went to the door.

“well if you change your mind about coming downstairs…” he said as he walked towards the door, ending his sentence by walking out the room.

I would have to get out this bed SOMETIME, why not just now already, just to get over with it. I slowly got out of the bed, looking around me. I sat up straight, but I immediately regretting that action.

I felt the pain in my chest and I started to cry. I normally never cry. I haven’t cried when Dean hurt me, I haven’t cried in a long time. But this pain was TOO much.

I heard someone was walking toward the door, and there he was again. He saw me laying on the ground and he ran over towards me and picked me up. My chest just hurt so much, I didn’t want to know what kind of terrible thing that was going to happened next, so I closed my eyes.  I don’t know if I can trust this guy.

I don’t even know who he is.

I was being put down on something soft and a blanket was being wrapped over my body.

“don’t move, it will only hurt more, try to sleep a bit, tomorrow I’ll take a look at it” the guy whispered gently in my ear.

He pressed his soft lips against my forehead, and I don’t know what happened then, but I felt sparks. For a small moment I forgot about all my pain. But once his touch left, the pain came back.

I did as he told and after a while the pain in my chest took off a little bit because I didn’t move as much anymore, but it still hurts badly every time I breathed or made a small movement. Which I tried preventing on doing.

I slowly opened my eyes and I saw I wasn’t in the same room as before! I was laying on a couch in what seemed to be a living room. Did he move me? Why can’t I remember falling asleep here? And where was the guy from earlier?

The guy had seemed to disappeared! Had he left me like everyone else would do? Why does that even bother me? Why do I have the feeling that I don’t want that guy to leave me?

And with the quiet and emptiness I fell back asleep. Enjoying for the small minute that I wasn’t in pain and hoping that I would never wake up again.