Each Past

Each Horror Movie

Chapter One- Each Horror Movie.

Brooke didn't want to admit it, but she felt something she rarely even felt. Fear. It was the epitome of the dreaded nights she remembered so well. She was forced to remember them, they were a gruesome part of her past that will never be forgotten. She'd just be reminded again if she did.

Fear was a four letter word that put Brooke's life to ruins. An emotion she never invited still found its way up her throat, lodged in there for all eternity, choking her with its powerful grip on her. Even though she never felt true fear, it was always there, creeping up behind Brooke and ready to spring any moment at her.

Brooke knew moving was a horrid idea. She even knew walking into that abandoned cafe in the middle of the interstate was a bad omen, but she did it anyway and look where that got her. Being trailed off into nowhere, hidden in the trunk of an old automobile. The features were much like the Brooke had taken, she even wondered if it was the same one.

When Brooke had woken, there was a gag over her mouth, its rough texture creating burns around the edges of her lips. Her captors even had the courtesy to tie her hands and feet. But they didn't stop there. They chose to make her feel pain, an antagonizing pain that wasn't physical nor emotional. It was the pain of losing something dear to her.

They had drugged her, tied her hands and feet, covered her mouth, and decided to take off her million dollar boots. They weren't exactly a million dollars, nowhere near there, but it felt like it to Brooke and the despicable beings took those away from her too, leaving her barefoot with perfectly manicured toes. The nerve of the people.

The car eventually stopped after what? A hour or two? A few moments later, the trunk was opened and Brooke was greeted with the setting sun dropping below the horizon. If it weren't for the situation Brooke would have loved the scene, even would have considered drawing it out with her stencils back at home.

Two men in black ski masks picked Brooke out of the car and put a bag over her head before she could search the perimeter any longer. The gag made the edges of her lips burn even more than before but she ignored any pain she felt so she could figure out how to escape the dreadful place.

Brooke could feel the gravel shift under the weight of her back as she was dragged to whatever place her captors were taking her to. Why they dragged her by a rope attached to her arm instead of letting her walk, she would never know.

Sure, Brooke feared for her life but fear wouldn't help her leave. She had to ignore the pain of every tiny pebble dig their smooth edges into her skin. The black spaghetti strap wasn't much help as it started to slither up Brooke's skin, leaving bare flesh around her stomach region. Neither were the denim shorts she quickly snatched up in her rush to leave.

Why do you hate me today God? Brooke asked, her face being pummeled with the little rocks.

Suddenly, her torture was suspended for a moments notice and the jingle of keys could be heard above of her. Locks to doors were turned, the door was opened, and Brooke was brought up to her feet. As the sound of the shutting door, Brooke's hidden fear grew immensely.

This could be the end of her and she wouldn't even have the chance to find her father and forgive him for his sins. She didn't know if she'd be able to say a word to him at all. Even if he couldn't respond back.

The bag over Brooke's head wasn't removed when they sat her down after opening and shutting more doors. She even believed they moved something by the sounds of grunts. Unless it was an entirely different ordeal but Brooke doubted that.

Even after they tied Brooke to to a chair and left the room, the bag remained on her head. Their movements angered Brooke to no end but she wouldn't scream. She couldn't scream or the rags around her mouth would burn her skin. Twice was enough.