Life With Her

Chapter Six

Lyndsey Brooks

I scream as someone drags me into the alley, but they cover my mouth so I can't make any more than just muffled screams. They put a damp cloth over my mouth, and I smell chloroform. My vision blurs, and I hear someone screaming my name. My body goes slack as I blackout.

Constance Knox

I scream at Lyndsey, tearing up, but blinking the tears away. I sprint to the spot I last saw her, in the alley right next to our favorite café. I swallow a scream. I see a figure in black reach out and grab her, placing a rag over her mouth. I freeze on the spot. I want to kick that person's ass, but I can't move, terrified, frozen. Once he backs away with her, I begin to unfreeze. I see that her body's gone limp, and I swallow a sob. I follow him when she gets taken into a van. Once he sets Lyndsey down, I go to throw a punch at the perpetrator. He catches my fist when it's about to hit him, and he laughs, a deep, throaty, kind of laugh.

"Who... who are you..?" I croak out, my mouth dry, nerves fried, but buzzing with life. When he grabs my wrist, my body suddenly regains its strength from that one action. My cheeks suddenly feel wet, and I tear my wrist from his grasp.

"The one she's never gotten to know. Her true love. The one who's watched her for so long that I've blended into everyone else to her. I still haven't revealed myself to her. That's what I'm hoping for once she wakes up," he states, rather calmly.

"Didn't you take into consideration how she would feel about this? Who the hell are you anyway?" I shout, pointing a finger at him, poking him in the chest with my fingertip. He doesn't say anything but glances behind me. I turn my head just in time to see another figure grab me from behind, placing a chloroformed rag on my mouth and nose. My body betrays me, going slack, all my senses failing me.

Later

Lyndsey Brooks

I wake, seeing Constance's body next to me and I stifle a scream. Once I see her chest rise and fall shallowly, I realize she's okay. I try to move to wake her. Once I try to move my arm, I feel a tug on my arm. I look down, confused, and see that I'm chained up to a pole of sorts. I struggle against the chains, trying to get them to break, or at least loosen a little. No luck. The chains don't budge. They just get tighter. I curse under my breath and see Constance stir a little. I look around at our surroundings, trying to get my bearings. I don't see anything I recognize, and so that puts a little more anxiety into my system. I see Constance start to show signs of consciousness, giving me a little relief. I sigh quietly, tears forming in my eyes. I don't know where we are, but all I know for sure is that wherever we are, we're together, so nothing else really matters. I want to talk to her, make sure she knows I'm here for her, but I don't know where we are, who could be watching us, or anything of the sort. I grew up on the south side, so I know how to protect myself better than Constance probably could protect herself. If it came down to us having to go toe to toe with other people, I'd tell her to stay behind me, or just run, and I'd fight them off. This is all hypothetical, but you never know.

Constance Knox

When I come to, Lyndsey's watching me with this look of concern, like she's pondering something bad or good, I'm not sure. I just hope that she'll talk to me once she's ready. I try to reach out my hand to her, to hold her hand, to comfort her, but instead, I hear a metal on metal sound, and I look down. I'm chained to a metal pole, and at least it's below my chest, that way I can breathe a little better. I'm still wanting to hold her hand and make her feel safe because I know that's what I would want if I were her in the position we're in. I am terribly scared, but I'm trying to hide it from my face as I scan our environment, none of it familiar to me at all.

"Lyndsey," I whisper to her.

"Shhh," she whispers back to me. I nod, and I listen around us, clearing my mind. I hear someone from to the left of us, and I glance in that direction, seeing a dark shadow, and I growl.

"What do you want from us, you creep?" I shout to the shadow. I hear a boisterous laugh come from the right of us, causing me to growl again.

"Constance, be quiet!" Lyndsey snaps at me, and I am thrown into shock for a minute, then I recompose myself, following her directions.

"Good girl, listen to your keeper, that's how it should be," the figure on the right comments with a smile in his voice. Lyndsey growls.

"What the hell do you want?" Lyndsey snaps, her accent really showing now. She's a feisty Mexican girl, and she likely grew up fighting every boy in the neighborhood.

The man on the right laughs, "You're a good little girl, aren't you, Lyndsey?" he asks, causing her to growl again.

"What. Do. You. Want?" she enunciates each word carefully as if doing so will get the perpetrators to come forward and expose themselves. The figure on the left moves into the light, revealing a small Mexican girl with long brown curly hair, with freckles. She smiles sweetly, then her face turns smug.

"What we want is for you two to be separated. Forever," the girl says, her expression growing smugger.

"No way in hell," I mutter, causing Lyndsey to shoot me a look. The girl laughs again.

"What we can do is ship you back to your country, little lady," the man on the right says. He still hasn't moved from the shadows, and he's making me anxious.

Lyndsey Brooks

As soon as I see her step into the light, I know who she is, and the voice already sets off many alarms. Gabriella, my childhood enemy, rival, and first best friend. The other voice on the right is my other childhood enemy, Carlos. They've known each other for longer than I have. I've known her since I was two or three, but with Carlos, I met him when I was about five. I fought with her physically since I met her. We fought a lot because at first, it was over silly things, like dolls or who got to go first for something. Then, once we got older, it was to make ourselves safer in public just in case. It has come in handy a few times, but other times I went home black and blue. I missed her a few times, but other than that, I had no reason to contact her because once we started high school, we had nothing to do with each other. It started in junior high. We used to say hi to each other in the halls, but now we don't even talk. I am shocked when I see her, but I'm also not surprised to see her with Carlos. She comes over to me, smiles sweetly, but I know the face behind the mask. I see it in her eyes. She's really just as broken as I am. She takes the lock off the chain, letting me go. I stand up painfully, my butt and legs number than they've ever felt. I hug Gabriella before she can react, pinning her arms to her sides, that way she can't push me to the side, then let her go. I went over to Constance and knelt beside her, hugging her gently before getting the chains off her, helping her stand. I pull her to my side and hold her there protectively. I can tell from the look in her eyes that she wants to know everything, but I give her a look saying that I'll explain everything later. I plan on keeping my promise to her. I hug her tightly before I take a breath, finally ready to face Gabriella after all these years of being apart.

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