Escape (boyxboy)

Chapter 3: California Terror

Chapter 3: California Terror

Skai's mom ----->

*Things get a little tiny bit graphic in this chapter*

Skai's POV:

I wistfully looked out the plane window, silently brooding over how awful my life is and wondering why bad things happen to good people. I hated my life and I hated my mom and I hated the company she works for, but I don't actually hate my mom because I can't hate my mom. She's too fabulous. She's too much like me. Or I'm too much like her. God I confuse myself too much. I swear to hell and back that my brain is like an abyss of random shit. The things that go on in there are typically not healthy for a normal teenager. Well, too bad I'm not a typical male teenager.

I bring myself out of my thoughts to find that we are already gliding through the air, hundreds of miles above my beloved Earth. I never liked riding on planes, especially after watching various movies involving crashing planes, terrorists on planes, and snakes on planes. Don't judge me. I hate snakes with a burning passion. They're like my kryptonite. Except they're alive. Unlike kryptonite. Which is a rock-crystal thingy.

I shook my head clearing plane thoughts out of my head. I really need to get my thoughts more organized. It would be fabulous to have a filing cabinet in your brain. That would be so convenient. And you could have those mini brain helpers like in Spongebob.

I sighed again and laid my head against the window. The sound of the airplane sliding through the air lulled me into sleep.

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I jerked awake when cold water was splashed on me.

"Get up you filthy fag," a cold voice demanded.

I slowly opened my eyes so I could see the man who was speaking to me. I was horrified when I saw black. Did I become blind? I shifted my eyes around and felt something draped across my eyes, hindering the movements of them. So I was blindfolded. Well this wouldn't be the first time I was blindfolded, but the first time it happened in such a scary situation. I mustered as much courage I could and tried to bite back a response when a sudden wave of fear washed over me, rooting me in place, gluing my mouth shut. I was confused to say the least. Why was I so scared of someone I had just met. And what happened to the plane? Holy shit, were we hijacked? Was I taken as a hostage? Where was my mother? A flood of questions drowned my brain to the point that I didn't notice the footsteps thumping towards me. I yelped weakly when the mystery man grabbed my smooth locks and yanked my head up.

"Did you not hear me," he seethed, "I fucking told you to get up." He was so close to my face that I could smell his breath. I expected a putrid, horrid stench like many books I've read describe kidnappers, but I was not expecting a nice minty smell mixed with a slight cigarette-like smell. The mint mostly drowned it out though.

I trembled in fear when I felt his grip tighten further in my hair. I tried to rise to my feet by putting my hands on the ground as support and was astonished to find that my two hands were bound together at the wrist. I quickly jerked my legs to see if my legs were bound too, but felt nothing. I let out a light sigh of relief and shakily rose to my feet. I stood completely still, afraid of what the man would do if I didn't. I could hear his footsteps circling me and I felt his gaze running up and down my body, examining every nook and cranny. I shivered in disgust when he lightly stroked my back with his cold calloused fingers.

"What smooth skin you have," he bluntly stated. I could practically see the smirk on his face when he said this. He continued to circle me slowly, caressing random parts of my body and humming in approval.

I turned my head slightly when I heared a door clang open. I desperately tried to pinpoint the location of the door without moving too much. I felt completely desperate to get out of my current situation. I heard the circling man stop his movement.