“I’m going to make her want me. I’m going to make her beg for me. I’m going to make her crazy for me. I’m going to grow up and marry her and keep her for myself. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I have a problem with that Dexter! She’s mine! I love her…” Dane trails off blushing.
“Awh look at the little nerd blushing cause he fell in love with the punk, the bad girl, the dangerous one.” I smirk evilly at him.
“Dexter! Will you please stop? I need her! I can’t live without her! Please, please I beg you Dexter, don’t do this.” Dane tries to plead with me.
“Dane, I’ve made up my mind already. There’s no pleading with me, you can’t change my mind, and I don’t even think she can. She’s so amazing, with her tanned skin, her long black hair, her dangerous background, the fact she’s on the run, she’s my dream girl Dane, you can’t take that away from me, I fight hard for what I want, and I want her.” I state firmly to the scrawny boy sitting next to me.
“Then we will fight each other. I am not letting her go; ever.” He tries sounding big and strong with me but fails miserably; he’s just a little boy.
“Okay, whatever it takes.” I say laughing ever so softly to myself, knowing I can’t lose.
“You never told me where she went.”
“She’s in the bathroom, she decided she had to pee like 30 seconds after you left.”
“It’s been like 10 minutes, are you sure she’s okay?” He states worried.
“You were in there for awhile and I didn’t go after you.”
“You don’t like me, you like her, I’m going to go check on her.” He starts climbing out of the car again.
I turn the car off a few minutes after he leaves and get out and lock the doors. I walk up to the facility and look around for Dane, shouting his name. I knock on the girl’s restroom door. “Hello? Dane? Skye? Is anyone in there?” There was no answer. Now I was worried. I softly push the door open, it creaks softly, it didn’t affect me at all that I was walking into the girls’ bathroom either, who would really care? I shout their names again. “Hello?” Still no answer. I start knocking on stall doors, walking past each one tapping on the door gently but loud enough to be heard. I take each step slowly, as quietly as I can. I’ve gone through each door with no answer. I stand for a minute, completely silent, “Skye?” I whisper faintly. Finally, I hear a soft whimpering in the end stall; I slowly walk over to it. I push the door open glancing in. All I can think is she’s hurt or worse.
The door opens and I find a little petite blond girl that looks 11 years old, lying on the floor with blood streaming from her head. She’s got long limbs that are all cut up and bruised. She just looks miserable. She’s only got jeans and a t-shirt on. I slowly trek over to her, as I do so she curls into an even smaller ball.
“Hi.” I softly whisper as to not scare her. She doesn’t respond with words but her eyes look up into mine. “What’s your name?” I continue to whisper.
“A-a-Aubrey.” She stutters a little. “My name’s Aubrey, can you please help me? I don’t know where I am.” She hoarsely responds, looking worried.
“Do you want a ride somewhere, I have a car. And my name’s Dexter.” I stare at her amazed with her beauty, even though she looks so young.
“Okay, Dexter, I’d like you to give me a ride please. I don’t really care where to.” My name rolls off her tongue so expertly. Like we’ve known each other longer than these few short minutes of lying on the girls’ bathroom floor.
“Aubrey, do you mind waiting here for a little bit while I find my two friends? Unless you want to walk around with me but I imagine you’re pretty dizzy.”
“Yeah, I’ll wait here.”
“Just don’t fall asleep. I’ll be back soon enough.” I sigh worriedly.
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“Maybe we shouldn’t do this Zander…” She trails off concerned, turning her head at every small noise.
“Aubrey, it’s fine, we won’t get caught.” I start getting frustrated with her.
“Zander…please, can we just go?” She pleads with me, fumbling around with her fingers.
“Aubrey! Please, just keep look out while I do this. Please, no one’s even here. We won’t get caught.” I keep repeating that to myself while I shake the paint can.
She turns away from me, looking around, making sure no one’s coming. I turn towards the wall and shake the can again. I lightly tap down on the button, a splash of toxic color escapes from the bottle. I grab more colors, letting them escape free from the airtight can. I get lost in my own world of art. I mix colors spinning around, giddy with the high of breaking the rules, I create this amazing collage of colors and shapes. I step back dazed, I had no idea I could compose something so…bafflingly admirable, splendid, graceful, wonderful!
I suddenly heard pounding footsteps, like someone was running. “Aubrey!” I call. “You’re supposed to be keeping watch!” but I see nothing except dark night. “Aubrey!” I call worried. There was no answer, but I heard footsteps again. “Hello? Is anyone there?” I drop the paint can I was holding and slowly walk over to where Aubrey was standing when I turned away. I stand there, looking for something, I’m not sure what but I know something’s there.
******I'm posting a second chapter today since I didn't get a chance to yesterday. Thanks for reading. :)
