"About time." He snorted. With a wave he ushered me into his house, I had no choice but to follow him. In a gravelly voice, he told me to wait by a pale green lounge chair. I sat down, then jumped up again, realizing some kind of liquid was splashed over the chair. I leaned in closer, just as the man sauntered into the room, with some stained bills in his hands. "Hey!? What are you lookin' for over there?" He asked suspiciously.
"N-nothing" I stuttered, and put my hands in my back pockets, that was a bad idea. Obviously he thought i had found something, and was hiding it. He dropped the money, and the flimsy paper sailed to the ground. He lunged and held my arm with an iron grip, putting his face close to mine.
"Whatever you got in there, you'd better give it to me." I cringed at his rancid breath. He ripped my hands out of my pockets, and shoved his own fist in. He pulled out my cell phone, and a quarter. He looked surprised, then glared at me.
"I'm a reckonin' you won't tell any of your friends about this little incident, am I right?" I nodded weakly, and he grinned, which looked strange on such an ugly mans face. He finally let me go, and I rubbed my arms to get the blood flowing again.
"Well, there's your money boy." he said, pointing to the scattered bills. I picked them up slowly, keeping my eyes on the man. He shook my hand once i had stood up again and directed me to the door.
"I'll see you soon, boy." He said as he waved me off. Ya, like that would happen. I was never going to come to this part of the neighborhood again. As I sat down in my dirty car, I noticed a shadow on the back seat. Suddenly a man jumped out from behind my chair and hit me in the head with something hard.
"Where am I?" I groaned. Figures were swimming in front of my disoriented eyes.
"Hey he's waking up!" A man exclaimed. I recognized the voice. It was the pear man. Slowly I tried to sit up. I was swiftly pushed back down and it felt like a man was sitting on my chest. He had a really big butt.
"Get off!" I screamed weakly.
"I don't think so." the pear man smiled his strange smile at me again.
"Move over Perry!" Said another man. Dad?
"Dad help!" I cried. Slowly he appeared out of the dark.
"Sorry son, no can do." He smiled as I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Dad?" I whispered. Perry (of all names!) shifted. I gasped at the sudden weight on my neck.
"I told you to get off!" Dad pushed Perry off of me. I sighed. i realized my hands were tied to a post behind me. Dad smiled at me, then he signaled to Perry. Flashing a hideous smile, he joined Dad by the door.
"Bye bye sonny." He whispered sinisterly. Then he and Dad walked out and slammed the door behind them.
"Wait!" I screamed. Pounding my feet on the ground, I screamed until my throat was raw, and my hands were bloody from being rubbed against the rope. I cried silently with my head bowed. Suddenly I heard scuffling behind me. I stiffened, and my sob caught in my throat. The rustling slowly died away. "What are they going to do to me?' I wondered, as panic gripped my heart. "Just leave me here to die?!" I wondered, by now I was sobbing and crying hysterically. I heard footsteps outside, heavy, determined footsteps. "They'll never let me go!" I pounded on the ground with salty tears streaming down my face. They stopped outside the door. "Ahhhh!" I screamed. The door opened. A figure stood in the doorway, blocking any light from coming into my prison. It smiled, and flashed a knife in front of my face, and then it was all over
1 comment:
This is really good. The only thing i would change is that the transition from the delivery to the attack is kind of sudden, maybe add some details in there about what the delivery boy thought of the guy other than the pear butt. good writing thought.
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