The Gifted

Chapter 17

The coldness was the first thing that I felt, the second thing was the darkness as I flickered my eyes open. Sliding up the wall I heard the clinking of chains hitting the cement ground, lifting up my arms I felt the heaviness; I was chained to the wall.

I took in my surroundings, there was nothing but a grate door and four walls. Desperately I pulled on the rough chains, while salty tears stung my face.

"Oh would you shut it!" Shouted a man from outside the cell, a man I'm guessing who was guarding me.

Grunting I slumped against the wall giving up on pulling the chains, as my wrists were starting to burn. I wasn't aware of the time but I felt as though I had been sitting on the cold ground for hours, maybe even days.

"Why am I here?" I yelled to the guard.

"Boss said for you to be quiet," The man stated.

"Suck up," I muttered to myself, not realising how much it would eco.

"What did you say?" Said the guard harshly as he come to stand in front of the cell gate.

With the dim light shinning on his face I could just make out his features. He had short brown hair that had started going grey with time, he had hard features and dark drown eyes that made him look even older than I assumed he was. There was a large scar across his left cheek and I wanted to ask what had happened.

"Nothing," I mumbled drifting my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact.

A loud clanging noise rang through the cell, quickly I flung my head up to see the guard opening the door and marching in.

"What the hell, did you say?" He grumbled as he bent over to look at me.

When I didn't respond, he placed his heavy boot over my left leg, slightly applying pressure. When I didn't answer the question a second time his foot bit harder into my leg. I dug my fingernails into my hands, to stop myself from giving him the satisfaction of my screams.

"Oh, so you think you're tough," said the man twisting his foot deeper into my leg.

Yelling out in pain, I could see a grin form across his face. Having got what he wanted the guard took his foot off my bruised and maybe broken leg and bent down to my height.

"You're nothing but a piece of dirt," he stated, spitting onto my face.

Wiping my face into my shoulder I watched as the man strolled out of my cell and slammed the grated door shut. The sound of his foot steps grew further and further away, until there was no sound at all.

The words stung and my leg felt like it was on fire, but I didn't give in, I was not going to let that horrible person make me cry. Finally the abuse had caught up and my heavy eyes closed shut, allowing for me to escape reality.

For one of the first nights in a long time I actually dreamed. I was in a cabin in the woods, sitting on a couch watching as the snow trickled down outside. Footsteps on the wooden floor caught my attention and I swung my eyes to my right. There stood Rivers with only a towel wrapped around his lower half.

Taking in his chiseled body I could feel my heart race as he moved closer. Eventually he was leaning over me with one arm resting on the couch beside my head. Our faces were so close that if I moved our noses would touch. Slowly Rivers moved closer and then BANG.

Shooting up I whacked my head on the concert wall. I was back to reality, and the warmth I had felt from the dream vanished; I wasn't with Rivers, I was trapped in a cell, god knows where.

"Wakey wakey," The guard from before said slamming his hands on my cell door.

Sliding up the wall I felt how weak I was, my arms shook with my weight and my head spun from dehydration.