Postby Sacrificiallove » Fri Oct 26, 2012 11:54 pm
Part Seven
“Let him live. You can do whatever you want to me, but let Jayden go.” Lisa hadn’t even looked at me, and had jumped in immediately. It didn’t even seem like she had to think about it. Her decision was made in a split second. I knew that’s what she would say, but I had no intention of letting her sacrifice her life for me.
“Lisa, you can’t do that. It’s my fault you’re in this mess in the first place. I’ll go. You just get out of here and call the cops. And go to a hospital. You’re probably bleeding to death,” I urged her.
Lisa’s eyes turned cold. She dragged herself over to me and bent down so she was right in my face. I could tell she was in a lot of pain, but her eyes betrayed nothing. They pierced me to my core. “Pretty boy Jayden, you need to leave right now,” she hissed. “I went after you so that you could live. I am not letting you die now, and certainly not to save my life! Now get out of here before they shoot both of us!”
I didn’t want to listen. I didn’t want her to die. But she had a point. She had come here to save me. If I died, it was pointless for her to have come and to have gotten hurt. It wasn’t fair what was happening. But life was never fair in the first place.
I looked directly into Lisa’s grey eyes. “Thank you, for everything. I’m sorry.”
Lisa nodded.
I turned on my heel and walked away.
I didn’t look back after that. I didn’t hear anything. I would never know what was going on and what they would do to her. Tears started to spill from my eyes. Lisa was going to die for me. I began to shake as I imagined what they might be doing at that very moment. They would most likely tie her up and then….rape her. A sob escaped from my mouth at the thought, but I kept moving forward. If I went back for her, we would most likely both be shot.
I passed by a room. It looked out of place in this stark house of horrors. It had TVs. I went inside and realized they were showing what was picked up by security cameras around the house. And then my eyes fell on one. Lisa was sitting in a chair. One of the guys was holding a knife to her throat as the other began winding rope around her right arm, binding it to the arm of the chair. But Lisa hadn’t given up. She threw her leg out and kicked the guy who was tying her in the stomach. With her left arm, she tore the knife away from her throat, turned around, and head butted the guy. Then she untied her arm. As soon as she got up, I saw a few drops of blood dripping from her throat. The man must have been digging the knife into her skin. She felt of the wound and looked at the blood on her hand. She shook her head and began tying up the two men.
When she was finished, Lisa staggered forward. She was hurt so badly that I thought she might fall over and die right then. But she was alive. She had won against them. She had never intended to let them kill her. She just wanted me to be safe.
“Hi.”
I gulped. I had forgotten there was still another man running around the house. I turned around and tried to dart out of the room.
The man threw his arm out and struck me in the chest. I fell to the ground and banged my head on the floor. The wind had been knocked out of me.
I groaned as I tried to get up, but the man stomped on my knee. I screamed in pain as he put his other foot on my leg as well. He balanced himself there as I lay there, moaning. It felt as if the bones in my knee were shattering.
The man put his left foot on my left knee, balancing both feet on my legs. He grinned down at me as I shrieked from the stabs of pain in my leg. “You thought you’d get away, didn’t you? Well, we never intended to actually let you go.”
The man jumped onto my stomach and I gasped for air. I couldn’t breathe. He crouched down to put his face right in mine. I felt my vision growing fuzzy. I was about to die and I had no way to stop it. But maybe he had some bit of humanity in him. Maybe he would let me go. “I…I can’t...breathe,” I gasped.
The man gave a smirk. “I know.” He jumped down off of me. I turned over, gasping. My body was wracked with tremors. It took a few seconds for my vision to completely come back. I turned over onto all fours, trying to find a way to get back on two feet again. But the man had no intention of letting me.
He pulled me to my feet and shoved me against the wall. Then he dug into my shin with his shoe. He rubbed it up and down the bone in my calf. I let out a wail of pain. I had never known I was so weak. I screamed and cried as the man threw me to the ground and began to tie me up. He tied me in a hogtie. Then he got a cloth and was about to shove it in my mouth. But I said, “Wait.”
“What?” the man hissed.
“Lisa will come back. She’ll destroy you.”
The man just spat in my face and began to laugh. “Yeah, well, she may have escaped from my two friends back there, but she’s hurt so badly that I’m sure I could take her down in two seconds.” He shoved the cloth in my mouth. “And when I do, I’ll enjoy raping her.”
I gulped as he knotted the cloth behind my head. I decided not to scream this time. Maybe Lisa would believe I had escaped. Maybe she’d get out and call the cops. I didn’t want her to come back for me because the man had been right. In her condition, he’d take her down. So I stayed silent.
“Jayden!” It was Lisa. I had the impulse to scream, but I stifled it. “Pretty boy Jayden, where the heck are you?! I know you’re still here! You haven’t had enough time to get out!”
I heard Lisa’s footsteps. They were slow. I saw her image on the screen. She was staggering every step of the way. She looked agonized, but her eyes still had the steely gaze, like she couldn’t allow herself to give up. She was also digging her nails into her wrists. The more steps she took, the harder she seemed to scratch. All the while, she shouted for me at the top of her lungs. Her voice was low and raspy, like she could barely get the words out. I wanted to shout to her to just get the heck out, but I knew if I did that, she’d just come straight to where I was. And besides, she wouldn’t understand the words since I was gagged.
Her footsteps were getting closer. And then I saw her in the doorway. She looked at me, and then at the man, who had been silent as he listened to her shouts. He knew she was coming. He was waiting for her.
The man let her stare at him for two seconds before he lunged at her. He knocked her to the ground and punched her repeatedly all over her face. He punched her forehead, eye, check, nose, jaw, mouth, and then laid one right to the side of her head. He then smacked her in the ear. Lisa kept trying to stop him, but at this point, she almost seemed to have no strength left to fight. It seemed like her limbs could barely even move. I whimpered as I watched the blood flowing from face. Her eyes met mine, and a renewed fire blazed in them. Somehow, looking at me spurred her on. She hit the man in the side of the head with her forearm, enabling her to throw him off of her. Lisa crawled over to me, blood pouring from what seemed like every single part of her body.
She began untying me, but the fight wasn’t over yet. She had only untied the rope binding my ankles to my wrists, when the man threw a match in our direction and grabbed a gas can. He removed the lid as Lisa tried with all her might to get back on her feet. But she couldn’t do it fast enough.
“I kept this here in case something like this happened,” said the man. “Now we all die. Goodbye.” He threw the gasoline onto the match and our world went up in flames.
There was nothing Lisa could do to put out the fire, and the flames were blocking her path to me, since she had tried to stop the man, but somehow, she managed to find the strength to jump over them, burning her ankle in the process. She untied me as fast as she could, helped me to my feet, and took out my gag. The man was throwing matches all over and pouring the gas on top of the flames.
Lisa and I clutched onto each other. I was having more trouble than her walking, so she had to support me as we evaded the flames.
The man made one last attempt to kill us, but Lisa punched him in his chest, sending him into the flames. Her face crumpled when she did so. She must have felt...guilty. She had pretty much killed him.
But Lisa shook her head and looked at me, her eyes widening. “What did he do to you, Jayden?” she whispered.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Just focus on getting us out.”
“You have a knack for getting yourself into trouble. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head at her. “Shut up, Lisa. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry all of this happened to you. It’s my fault. But thank you for saving my life.” As I said all this, I felt my legs giving way. Lisa was pulled down with me.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t think I can go any further. My legs aren’t working,” I cried. “Just go ahead and get out of here. Leave me.”
Lisa shook her head. She bent down and placed one arm under my legs and the other arm under my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She heaved me upwards. I don’t know how she had the strength to pick me up off the ground, but she did. She began to walk, staggering every step of the way. The flames were getting closer to us, and she managed to speed up a tad. I put my arms around her neck to make it easier for her to carry me, since I knew there was no chance of her putting me down.
When we got to the door, I unlocked her and pulled it open. Lisa staggered down the front steps, down the yard, and across the street. She placed me in the passenger seat of her car. It was a fantastic looking black corvette. I briefly wondered how she could afford such a car, until I saw her collapse against the hood as she staggered to the driver’s side.
“Lisa, are you okay?” I shouted.
I glanced at me and nodded. She leaned on the car. When she got to the driver’s side, she opened the door, but then turned around and looked at the house. The house was completely engulfed in flames. Lisa fell onto her backside, shaking uncontrollably. I leaned over the driver’s seat and tugged on her shoulder. “Come on Lisa. There’s no use in watching.”
She moaned, but slid her body up against the car and practically fell into the seat. “We have to get to a hospital. Call the cops on the way, but I have to get us there as quickly as possible. Your legs are in bad shape,” she whispered. She had almost no strength left to speak, but her eyes told a different story. She glared at my legs in horror.
My legs were indeed in bad shape. My pants leg had been torn and my left calf was bleeding and I could see a little tiny bit of the bone. I gulped, but looked at Lisa like she was crazy. “You’re doing way worse than I am. Are you sure you can even drive? I could drive if you need me to.”
“Don’t be stupid. Your kneecaps are probably shattered.”
“Your kneecap probably is too.”
“Not both of them, though.”
I rolled my eyes at her as she started the car. “Do you have a first aid kit in here?”
“Yeah, in the glove compartment.”
I took it out, got out the bandages, tissues, and the small bottle of rubbing alcohol. “Will it distract you if I bandage up your wounds while you’re driving?”
Lisa gripped the steering wheel hard. “Why don’t you bandage yourself up first? And then call the cops. I’m fine.”
I shook my head at her. I leaned over her and ripped the last shreds of her pants leg that were still covering the wound in her left thigh. I gasped in horror as I saw just how bad it was. The wound was very deep, and blood was still gushing from it. I ignored the terror in my stomach and cleaned the wound. She didn’t utter a sound as I rubbed the alcohol onto it. I bandaged it up and set to work on her bullet wounds. I nudged her forward and bandaged the one on her back, then the one on her shoulder, and then cleaned up around her face. I pulled her right pants leg up and bandaged her right kneecap as well. And then it was time for the scratches she had made on her arm. I started to pull up the sleeve of her sweatshirt, but Lisa pushed my hand away. “There’s nothing wrong with my arms.”
“You were scratching them. I saw them bleed.”
She shook her head, but I started pulling it up again.
“Jayden, don’t,” she pleaded.
But I pulled it up anyway. What I saw horrified me. “Lisa, what have you done to yourself?”
Her arm was not only covered in scratches and blood from today, but there were long pink and red scares, some that looked a few years old, but others that looked fairly recent. I stared at her, terrified. “Have you…cut yourself?”
She stared straight ahead at the road and didn’t say a word. I sighed and bandaged up both her arms, trying not to distract her as she drove. I bandaged myself up and called the cops. I told them the whole truth. They said they’d need to interview us, but they’d check out the crime scene first. Lisa didn’t utter a word for the rest of the ride.
When we got to the hospital, I tried to insist that Lisa let me walk, but she wouldn’t. She staggered into the ER with me in her arms. I had my arms wrapped around her neck, clinging to her, hoping that my touch would keep her going.
As soon as we came in the room, a ruckus started. They brought out two gurneys within thirty seconds. Lisa laid me on one and waved off the people who tried to help her onto hers. As soon as sat down on it and swung her legs over, she fell over. I saw that her eyes were closed. She had passed out.