No choice

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

When I woke up the next morning I felt terrible. I ruined the whole night because I was seeing things again. I knew it was too early to have the big celebration of our return. I refused to leave my room. I didn't want to face my parents, I had let them down. I could just picture the disappointment in mum's eyes. At half past twelve, dad knocked on the door. He had bags under his eyes. I wondered why he didn't get much sleep. I was going to ask but I didn't want to talk and I was afraid that the answer might have something to do with me seeing things.

"You okay pumpkin?" Dad asked sympathetically.

"No." I answered.

"I don't think this will make you feel better but you weren't seeing things last night." Dad gulped.

Dad patted my leg before getting up and leaving my room. My eyes widened. I didn't imagine that man being there? Had I really seen Artur the night before? I couldn't have done he was in prison. My heart was racing as my world came crashing down again. I jumped up even though it stretched my stitches and started getting dressed. I ran out of my room and into the kitchen picking up some fruit and my shoes before I made my way for the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mum shouted.

"I'm going to Willow's. I need to talk to her!" I hollered.

Mum and dad called for me to come back but I ignored them. This was so much more important. I needed to talk about this, and I needed to talk now! I should have just told Willow everything last night. I yanked my shoes on and grabbed my house keys off the counters surface. I ran out of the house trying to get to the bus stop on time. I was clutching my stab wound the whole time. It pained me to run but I didn't care! This was important. I could moan about the pain later. I reached the bus stop in five minutes with ten seconds to spare. That was perfect timing. I rushed onto the bus and stood by the doors ready to leave. I was clutching onto the bars so I wouldn't fall over. Fifteen minutes later I was getting ready to get off when I felt a sharp object on my back.

"Don't make a scene and I won't stab you!" The familiar voice hissed. It had the same Russian accent as that man that lead me to my parents on that day. My heart beat was increasing by the second. This was it. I'm going to die. I should have stayed at home.

"Why did you come to my party last night?" I asked very shakily.

"Why not?" the voice asked back at me. Tears started to roll down my cheek. "It's a bit early to have the welcome back party don't you think? You could be seeing things?"

"You know?" I asked astonished.

"Know what?"

"What do you want with me?" I quietly sobbed trying to change the topic. 

I wasn't going to explain to him that I was Artur everywhere I looked.

"I'm going to take you back to Artur! Back to Russia where you belong." The voice chuckled. I felt sick. I had just started to get my life back. The tears rolled down my cheek quicker now. I was going back there and God knows what he is going to be like when he see's me.