Haunting Eyes

Chapter two

"I'm trying to bloody help you. Stop Squirming and be quiet!"

Chapter Two

I did what I was told, I mean what else was I supposed to do.

I closed my eyes, trying to make more sense of this situation. The green came back to me, it was almost calming, it washed through me like a feeling of happiness and tranquility. Something about it just made me feel safe.

What the hell was this, I thought, I'm just Beth, I was just trying to get home, where on earth could I be? Alfie, for some reason he was caught up in this, he was trying to help me, but how? He was the one who brought me to this place.

I opened my eyes, nothing seemed right, it was dark, yet light at the same time and quiet, that type of deathly quiet that you hear in horror films, just before you spill your drink all over yourself. I couldn't even hear breathing, but Alfie was sat next to me, and I could feel at least three other people in the room.

Then there was muttering coming from the far corner. I couldn't quite make it out, but I could just feel that it wasn't going to be good. I scrunched my eyes closed, and snuggled into myself, I guess in a protective stance. I didn’t want to be caught up in this, but I guess it was too late for that now.

"She's not who we wanted!"

"He will not forgive us for this mistake, it's too far, this isn't right, what can we do?"

I felt Alfie stand up, dropping my arm with a gentle touch. My eyes fluttered in confusion, my face heated up just as it did many hours earlier. Thank god for this darkness, I thought momentarily.

Alfie opened his mouth to speak, "We are not letting HIM have her, she is mine. I will protect her if that's what needs to be done." There were mutters of agreements, I felt almost relieved, but then remembered, I shouldn't even be in this situation.

I kept quiet. I shut my eyes and slumped down. I felt Alfie's arms grasping at my shirt gently lifting me up into his arms. I couldn't protest, I just lay there, waiting for this all to be over.

The smell of green washed over me, it helped me escape this nightmare situation so I let it in, not wanting reality to take over this small part of freedom. I hit something soft and warm, they were covers being wrapped over me, I was to afraid to open my eyes, not exactly like me, but this whole situation isn't exactly like me.

I must have drifted off, memories of earlier floated in to my mind. Alfie's body resting on mine, his kisses caressing my neck, my cheek, my lips... They were glorious hours that were all but forgotten now. He told me he loved me. He told them I was his. Yet here I am in some prison for all I know, with the man I thought I could even possibly, one day, maybe even love...

I lay there my eyes opening up.

How could I let this happen? My Alfie, caused those screams, the memory came back, shrieking, pleading for help and freedom. Was she okay? I wasn't even the one they wanted. Maybe they let her go and took me instead. At least that poor girl is okay.

Light creeped into the room, footsteps approached the bed. Dear God what was going to happen...