Abduction [EDITING]

Chapter 12 Part~1

Part One: Sweet and Sour

I stared at the pictures that occupied the wall, once familiar now a mystery. I looked at the guy smiling beside me in each picture, his eyes squinted, skin creased at the eyes. His hand was intertwined with mine, as if he was holding on to his life.

Darick.

I remembered nothing about him except some fragments from my memory. A bright smile, a night spent in his embrace. Yet, I'd forgotten him, and there was no spark I felt whenever I thought about him. All there was was whatever happened to him and whatever happened to me. It was almost like Jason was isolating my memory so all that was left was him. I went to the bathroom, turning on the tap. I looked at the gaunt reflection of my face, as if I'd come back to life, my hair tangled, heavy dark circles under my eyes. I splashed water on my face yet no difference. This was what it was gonna be like for me even if I did manage to escape. No matter how much I'd try to fix my life, it'd already be too late. A hand snaked up my back and I flinched, almost falling over the sink. I looked at that haunting figure in front of me. My heart came up my throat, I couldn't handle the sight of him.

'Why is it you're still this afraid of me?' He bent down to my level, as if I was some injured animal he needed to tend to. I closed my eyes as his hand went up my arm, to my neck, to my hair, a loving gesture yet one which brought back horrible memories.

'Why are you shivering?' I hadn't realized my body was reacting this way until he asked. I opened my eyes to look at him towering me, an eyebrow raised, 'Tell me?' I got off the floor, almost falling over. My head felt heavy, my eyes felt like they'd roll at the back of my head any minute. I suddenly felt so cold, that my body started shaking. His mouth was moving but I couldn't hear him. The room started to spin.

'Are you okay?' He asked, lying next to me, his hand lovingly caressing my neck. I was on the bed. How did I get here? I felt panicked, my eyes almost bulged out of its sockets. I tried to move away but I couldn't. What was holding me back?

'Jenna? Wake up, please,' came a voice that sounded like the speaker was about to break down. My eyes opened slowly to look at Jason with bloodshot eyes, staring at me, a hint of relief on his face.

'Gosh, I thought I'd- I'd lost you,' He stuttered over his words, half out of joy I was still alive. I shook my head, "lost you"?

'What happened?' I asked, dillusional. I could smell the sweet scent of strawberry that hung in the air, the warm, furry blanket that embraced my body in a homey, loving manner. I stared at the pink wallpaper of my room, a dozens of pictures from my childhood uptil college. The typical teenage days routine, yet so memorable. Those smiles, days out with friends, late school plans, curfews. I remembered them. I remembered Anna, as she sat beside me on my bed and went on and on about Bryan.

'I miss him, but that doesn't mean I'll apologize!' And then she'd laugh and we both would laugh till our eyes teared up. It wasn't funny but Anna's laugh was contagious. I looked back towards the person sitting beside me, now someone with grey hair and a fatherly smile beaming at me. Yes, it was very familiar. So familiar that I felt the urge to hug the fatherly figure in front of me. My mom stood at the doorway, a smile of joy occupying her face. Her hair tied up in a lose bun. Her hands covered with dough. She stepped back to let another person walk in, wearing a black leather jacket, his hair gelled up perfectly. To say he seemed perfect was an understatement. I stared at him as that gorgeous being walked up to the disheveled girl on the bed. His eyes shone as if he'd found something he'd lost and has been looking for it ever since. His smile widened, arms opened, yet there was no contact, except for his blood on my face as a bullet skimmed through his skull and all that was left was a large gaping hole on his forehead.

'Stop screaming!' Shouted Jason who was reading the paper beside me. Where was I?

'You had a migraine,' He casually spoke, eyes still on the paper.

'Freaking weaklings,' he whispered under his breath. His face suddenly froze and he read the paper as if his eyes would burn holes through the paper at any minute. Was I still delusional? My left side felt heavy, my throat ached after screaming so much, but I still held the urge to ask,

'Who's Darick?'

Jason folded his newspaper in a flash, angrily throwing it towards the wall. He held my face between his forefinger in a way it started to hurt.

'Take his name again and I'll f*cking kill you, understand?' I nodded, utterly shocked at his reaction. This wasn't the best time, I guess. Perhaps, I already knew who he was then. It wasn't hard to figure. However, thinking of him just filled my mind with mysteries rather than the love I might have felt at that time.

Jason stomped up the steps, his anger still flaring. My head got better, though there still was this ache in my heart, as if that bullet had hit me right in the chest.

Bullet.

'Don't shoot him, please,'

'Anything that stands in-between deserves to die,' Scrape.

'Stop!' THUD!

'STOP HITTING HIM,'

'What's this?' THUD! THUD!

'Oh my, look at his head go,'

Scream.

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