Deep Ends

Part 1: The Beginning

   All I remember was "Whoosh! Bang! Plop! and i was out with just with one swing of a baseball bat. I woke up to the sound of the nothing, the sight of nothing. My head down to my feet felt numb yet painful when i tried to move. 

  "What the hell happened? Where am I? And I'm... hungry?" I whispered to myself cause I never use my mind to think just my mouth weird as it is.

   I lift my head even as painful as it was, I managed. I lifted my arms, tied by rope, which was also in pain and and rubbed against my tied up legs, slowly curling myself into a ball. I could feel the bruises all over me.  

 "What the hell?!" I whisper to myself. 

   I tried to get up but the pain I felt was too much and I fall back onto the cold hard ground in the pitch dark area I was in. Suddenly I hear the door swing open with light and Patrick Welson stands in the light. 

   My heart drops. I wince and squint at him. I don't even realize I'm shaking with visible fear. It was like the painful weakness I just felt drifted away, ready to fight Patrick not even thinking about my tied up arms and legs or if I got even more hurt or even died trying to fight him off.
 

 "Relax!" he says in a loud whisper. "I'm here to help"

  "Help?" I say in bare whisper. My head was throbbing trying to lift it up. "You're going to fucking jail, you and your fucking pack of hoodlums who beat me up and kidnapped me!" I managed to gasp out trying to hop up. But the pain overcame me and I yelped and fell back down. I my hands were tied from the front in this weird tight knot. I tried to move my hands but it was no use.

   From my blurry vision, I see Patrick put his hands on his head, slightly look down and signed. 

  "I know this looks bad." he mumbles walking out the entrance of the door approaching where I was laying.

    Before I could say anything he immediately responds "I know, I know, It's more then bad it's  illegal, but you know what you did to get here and-" then he shakes his head and paces.

 "But it's no excuse, two wrongs don't make a right but look, I wasn't even the one who thought of doing this or coming up with doing this to you, I swear, I just went along with it because all the other guys were doing it and when we were in the car and they said they were going to 'fuck you up' and I was drunk, I wasn't even thinking-" he pauses again. Then says "Look I'll drive you to the hospital, I'll pay for your injuries, and me and john and the rest of us will never bother you again, I'll make sure of it, they even think you're dead, I thought you were dead the way your limp body look on the ground last night- Pa!" Shouted a old raspy voice from nearby.  I couldn't make out Patrick's face but the way he stood in the light he looked like he couldn't move a bone in his body.
   
   "Pat?" Patrick! I'm home! What are you doing in the shed this early in the morning" shouted the voice louder. 
    
    Patrick seemed to snap back to reality and gasped and looked back in my direction and said in the quietest voice "Don't. Move. Or. Say. Anything!" and he ran back to the door and yelled  "Yes grandpa? I just thought I hear a noise!  it's nothing though!"

   He shut the shed and I was back into darkness. I heard his grandpa murmur something back  but I couldn't make out what he said.
    
   I wanted to say something, yell for help, but I suddenly I felt tired and could barely say a word and then I was out again.