A Tortured Soul

Chapter 16

           Justin finally woke up two days later to find himself chained up in his room, and a note in front of him.

"We left on a business trip and we will be gone for a week. Derek and Amanda are with Jason's sister. You are to stay in your room until we get back. If we come home and find you gone you will regret it when we find you."

        After reading the note he tossed it to the side without a care and looked down at his chains. Both of his ankles were shackled with the chains leading to two bolts screwed into the floor that held them in place.

"Great, now what am I going to do?"

         He looked around his room and realized they left him with no food or water.

"What the hell? Do they really think I'm going to survive for a week with nothing to eat or drink? Boy they really are as stupid as they look."

         He began running his hands through the carpet remembering something that poked him in the back one day while he was rolling around on the floor trying to entertain himself. He hoped it would be something he could use to pick the locks.

         His thoughts were right. It was a paper clip. Now he had to learn how to pick the locks which he had never done before.

         He sat patently working the clip into the key hole on one of the locks for several hours. Just as he was about to give up the lock popped open.

         Before pulling it out he studied its position so the other lock wouldn't take so long. Carefully he removed the clip holding its position, he placed it into the key hole on the second lock and popped it open within seconds.

        He did it! He was free! As he stood up to walk out of the house he fell. He was week from his two days of unconsciousness. He lay there for a few minutes gathering his thoughts and focused on standing.

         Finally, he stood up and stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen. Luckily he didn't have to search for anything because there was a bowl in the center of the table with apples, oranges, and bananas.

          On the counter there were several boxes of different snack cakes. He wanted a quick fix for his low blood sugar so he randomly grabbed a snack cake, shoved it in his mouth, and fell to the floor again. He stayed there until he felt his sugar levels rise.

        He was able to make it to JT's house but no one was there so he waited for them on their porch.

        Unfortunately, one of his biggest bullies from school was walking down the street and spotted him sitting there.

"What the hell are you doing over there? They don't like you anymore since your big spazz attack at JT's party."

         Justin tried to ignore him because he knew the kid was just trying to start a fight.

"Don't you listen? Just go back to your rat nest bitch no one likes you."

         The bully walked closer and spat in Justin's face. He wiped his face off with his shirt trying not to puke from the smell of rotten onions on the boy's breath which was now on his face.

"What's wrong little baby? Are you going to cry? Hurry and go tell mommy so she can feed you some tit!"
The bully laughed.

         Justin stood up, his eyes turned from their usual light crystal blue color to a dark red color as he glared at the boy in front of him.

         The bullies eyes widened and his jaw dropped in shock. He had never seen Justin that way before, his heart sank into his stomach as he knew this wasnt going to end well.

         Justin attacked the boy and viciously beat him while being fueled by the boy's desperate screams for help and mercy.

         An older lady across the street heard the screams and walked out onto her porch to investigate. She spotted the fight and quickly called law enforcement.

"HELP! QUICK! THERE IS A MANIAC CHILD BEATING UP ANOTHER KID! THERE IS BLOOD EVERYWHERE HURRY!"

           She yelled at Justin to stop but he ignored her. He was sick of this kid constantly running his mouth and beating him up at school. Nothing was going to stop him. This kid was finally going to get a taste of his own medicine.

         The cops arrived and Justin was still beating the life out of his bully. Two cops pulled Justin off the boy while he was still swinging and kicking with every ounce of power he had. Paramedics arrived and loaded the unresponsive boy into the back of the ambulance, turned the sirens on, and rushed the kid to the hospital.

         After several attempts to calm Justin down the cops finally got him on his belly pinned to the ground, slapped the hand cuffs on him, and sat on his legs.

"Calm down its over."
Officer Baldwin said pushing Justin's head to the gound.

"Ok, ok, I'm done, get off my legs you are hurting me."

"Are you going to stop?"

"Yes."

         The cops stood Justin up and was met with a horrible sight. He was drenched in blood, none of which was his own.

"Do you want to explain to me what happened?"

"No."

"What's your name?"

"I dont have one."

"Ok smartass, fine, we will do this the hard way."

        The two officers escorted Justin into the back of the cruiser and took him to Juvenile Hall. They locked him up in an empty room and advised the staff not to put anyone else in that room with him because he was dangerous.

        They left him there and found the other kid at the hospital.

"Excuse me nurse, could you tell me where the kid is that came in about 45 minutes ago in the back of ambulance 143 please?"

"Oh yes sir, Dennis Spencer. He is in the ICU, room 215."

"Thank you."

         When they got to the room there was a nurse at the boy's bedside, her eyes filled with tears and make up running down her face.

"Excuse me ma'am, do you know if this boy's parents have been found and notified of his condition?"

"I am his mother, I knew the second they brought him in. I'm the head nurse of this ICU. What happened to him?"

"He was in a fight with another child. We arent......"

"A CHILD DID THIS?"
She yelled cutting the officer off.

"Yes ma'am, we...."

"HOW? HOW COULD A CHILD DO THIS MUCH DAMAGE? MY SON IS IN A COMA HE IS COVERED IN BLOOD, BROKEN RIBS, BUSTED CHEEK BONES, BROKEN NOSE, FRACTURED SKULL, HIS ARM IS BROKEN IN 3 PLACES......."

"Ma'am I know but we aren't sure exactly what happened."

"WAS HE USING A WEAPON?"

"No ma'am."

"WELL DID YOU GET HIM?"

"Yes ma'am. We aren't sure who he is because he won't tell us anything yet, but we do have him in custody.

"I want to see him. RIGHT NOW!"