Postby JackBrentonSucka » Thu May 19, 2011 3:42 pm
**John**
Did I mean to spill the Iodine all over me and Ben? No, I didn't. Besides, it couldn't be pegged on me-since Ben was the one who broke the bottle. Yet, he was pissed at me. Pshhh, like I cared that me and him weren't friends anymore.
This was one of the reasons I was home alone. Ever since the incident, I wasn't allowed to stay home alone-until now. What made this day any different, I would never know. I was watching South Park, and drinking a mocha Frauppicino from Starbucks when I heard it. Creak, squeak, groan. I freeze, my cup halfway to my mouth.
The noise-I was almost sure-came from the house, not the TV. I hit mute. I don't move a muscle. The only noise I hear is the gentle hum of the dish washer. I unmute the TV and relax back into the couch. Squeak, groan, slam! I am immediately a foot in the air, nearly knocking over my coffee in the process. All of my sense are on red alert-that was not my imagination! I pull out my phone,-it's a sidekick- and dial my mom's number. After countless rings, she picks up.
"No throwing your teddy bear it the car, Sawyer! That's very dangerous!" I could hear her talking to my younger brother.
"Mom!" I hiss, shrinking down into the corner.
"John, why are you whispering?" she asked.
"Nevermind that! This maybe the last time we ever speak!" I whispered harshly, believing it myself.
"And why's that?" she asked, not sounding particularly concerned for someone who didn't want me to stay home alone in the first place. She paused to tell Sawyer not to kick the back of her seat. For a second i wonder where her priorities lie. Teach Sawyer a lesson on proper car manners, or save me from being killed?!
"I heard some noises!" I lowered my voice.
"John," she sighed, a little dramatically if you ask me. "You're almost seventeen-act like it!" she hung up. I am suddenly tackled. My unseen attacker pulled out the drawstring from my red adidas hoodie, and tied my hands behind my back. He-I can tell from size-puts his cold hands over my mouth, and his thumbs on either sides of my nose. I squirm and scream-which comes out sounding like basically nothing.
"What's the matter? Can't breathe?" he taunted. He moved his hands. "Don't scream. I could kill you in nine different ways!" he whispered in my ear. I say nothing. He breaks the chain of my Saints necklace with his fingers and forces it into my mouth. He rips the bottom of my hoodie, and forces it in my mouth, in between my teeth.
TBC
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