Leave Your Mark

Chapter Two:Chains and Pains

Chapter Two: Chains and Pains

               

After Hunter left I did as he said and cleaned out my cuts in the sink. The water had a faint metallic smell to it, but I trusted his judgment for now and it didn’t hurt more than cleaning out a cut normally would.

I walked back over to my bed for all intents and purposes. What time was it now? Maybe about 11 o’clock in the morning. Would anyone notice I was missing? Surely the teachers or even my best friend, Holly. Would my mom call the police if I didn’t come home? I had no dad and no siblings, just Holly and my mom. I found myself side tracked thinking about my dad. He was just some man my mom had a one night stand with. She would never talk about him, she always looked so lost and broken if I ever brought it up. I found some part of me thinking, hoping maybe, that somewhere out there he is still alive.

I probably looked like him. My mom had pin straight blonde hair in contrast to my wavy thick brown locks. My brown eyes were similar to my mom’s light brown ones. I was also pretty tall for a girl standing 5’8” a whole 5 inches taller than my mom. I did, however get my mom’s petit frame. Part of me really wanted to meet this mystery man just to kick him where the sun don’t shine for leaving my mom.

My stomach let out a fierce growl and I realized I had no breakfast because I was running late.

There was a knocking on the big door that kept me caged like a wild animal.

“Lunch.” Said a deep voice but I couldn’t place who.

A little slat at the bottom of the door flipped open like you see in the movies for high security prisoners. A tray slid through that contain a bread ball about the size of my hand and a strange looking stew in a Dixie cup size little ceramic bowl.

I got up and walked to it. The little bread ball still felt warm in my hands. I picked off little pieces and ate them. I looked over to the chunky looking stew and gave it a small sniff.  Gag! It was like some mystery meat soup at school. I avoided the soup and chowed down on the bread.

A little after I was given “lunch” the door opened and I backed away to my little corner.

“How was lunch, huh?” The man questioned. Was this Xavier? The blonde haired man? They were shadowed and I was too scared to look up.

I remained quiet not sure if he actually wanted me to speak. I stared intently at the ground.

“What? You didn’t like the soup? But I made it just for you, Danielle.”

It shocked me a bit when he said my name the way he did with such loathing. Next thing I knew I was drenched in soup, my skin burning and a bruise forming on my arm from where the tiny bowl hit.

“Bet you’re nice and warm now, huh?”

I whimpered a response.

“Do you see those over there?”