Jack put a hand to his stomach.
The punch delivered to him by one of Matt's boys really hurt and as he breathed, trying to get air back into his lungs, the pain surged through him.
"Dammit..." Jack mumbled under his breath.
He had stormed out of the school building, knowing he hurt Emily in the fit of his rage.
Feeling horrible all together he just walked down the side walk, not really knowing where he was going.
"Stupid Matt.
Such a prick.
I don't even know what I did to him." Jack shook his head.
Since junior high Matt has always bullied Jack and has only gained a posse the older they got.
Matt went from petty thieving to actually beating Jack for no major reason that Jack could think of.
Now he was about 17 and it was his junior year of high school.
Emily was about 16 and was a junior too.
Jack was reaching his breaking point with school and was ready to drop out, but he knew Hellen would kill him. Emily would be sad, so Jack just sucked it up and kept going.
"I've just got a little more to go." He'd keep telling himself.
"Hey kid!"
Jack stopped in his tracks and looked to where the voice was coming from.
A couple of men in black coats were standing across the street from Jack.
"Uh, you talking to me?" Jack pointed to himself.
"Yes, we need to talk to you." One of the men in black spoke as he walked over to him.
Jacks never seen these men any where near here before but wasn't ready to find out what they wanted, so he made no hesitation and started to make a break for it.
Already achy and in pain from his rounds with Matt's group, Jack couldn't run at full speed.
When he turned his head to look for the men in the coats he didn't see them anymore.
As he breathed a sigh of relief, he turned back around but didn't slow his running.
Before he knew it, he smacked right into them.
As Jack fell back and hit the ground he looked up at them.
"You can't run boy, nor can you hide." You May as well hear us out.
Jack didn't move, he was honestly scared.
He didn't notice it at first but Jack saw a few weapons in their hands.
One was holding a bat.
The other was holding a stun gun.
Probably incase Jack tried to fight.
"Your father wants to speak with you." One of them spoke.
"My father?" Jack gave a questioning glance.
Jack hadn't seen or heard from his adopted father since he was a kid.
"I haven't seen him since I was eleven." Jack barked.
He got up and backed away, prepared to bolt, but as soon as he turned around he felt something hit him in the back and before he knew it, everything went dark...
...
When Jack came to...
He didn't know where he was.
His vision was blurred and couldn't really see much.
He was being dragged through a black hall as far as he could tell...
As soon as he came around, he went unconscious again.
Awake once more, Jack couldn't see at all.
He felt something covering his eyes.
Jack had been blindfolded.
"W-where am I?" He said aloud.
There was no sound, no response...
After a few moments of deafening silence, he could hear someone coming through a door from across what he could only guess was a room he was in.
"Ah, you're awake."
This voice was unfamiliar to Jack.
It was soft, but had a sinister feeling to it.
Like the voice of a psychopath...
"I've been trying to find you for years!
I didn't think it'd be this hard to find such a kid." The voice spoke.
Jack didn't know who was talking to him.
It wasn't his father, his fathers voice was different from this mans voice.
It was starting to make him fidget, but when he tried to move it clicked in his head that he was chained to a seat.
His hands were bound behind him, and his feet were chained to the chair legs.
Jack tried to move but as he struggled, the voice bellowed with laughter.
"You've gotten too weak son, you won't break out of that.
Then again you barely could when you were little." The voice chuckled.
"W-who are you?
Where am I?" Jack asked frantically.
He heard some kind of electric charge start up.
"What's that?" Jack grew more anxious.
"You really don't remember?
Don't recognize my voice?"
Well maybe a little bit of "therapy" will spark your memory.
After all I need my boy back."
Before Jack realized what was happening he felt electricity surge through his body.
He screamed, but the sound of the electricity muffled his screams of pain.
YOU ARE READING
Carnations for Emily
General FictionA young man struggles with who he was in his past as he tries to protect his childhood friend, Emily. Not just from his enemies but, himself too. When his foggy past catches up to him, he'll have to balance the multiple "selves" in his mind or he ma...
