I pulled open my eyelids groggily, expecting to see Marc by my side but I couldn't have been more wrong. Glancing around at my surroundings, reality hit me like a slap in the face. I blinked a few times, realising where I was...my old bedroom, the one in the house that I lived in up until I moved away with my father. The one where I lived with my mother and John. I hadn't been here for years and it hadn't changed at all; the same baby pink walls, my white wooden desk that was now dishevelled and breaking. The only thing noticeably different is the fact that none of my possessions were there, I took them away with me when I moved.
I went to pull up my arm to swipe my hair out of my face, it felt like it was stuck to my forehead. Thing is, I couldn't move my arm. Panicking, I realised my hands were tied behind my back on the chair that I was sat on. My legs were also tied. Shit, damn it!
I snapped my head up when I heard the door creek open. I didn't want to cry but I could already feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Goddammit, this is all I needed!
“Morning, princess. My, how you've grown.”
John. Really?! Fucking hell, I can't believe this.
“Fuck. You.” I spat angrily, turning my head away from him. I couldn't stand to look at his face, the eyes that used to glare at me in disgust. It all held too many memories.
I felt a sharp pain on my face and screamed out in pain, he had hit me! Could I expect anything else, though? He is a sick, twisted man.
“Keep away from me!” I shouted, tears falling from my eyes.
“You better be nice, little girl, before you end up just like your mother. Dead and lying in a ditch somewhere.”
That was kind of an admission, right? I knew it, I KNEW it was all his doing! Hearing him admit it was something else, though...a feeling hit me that I can't quite explain. Emptiness, I guess. Mixed with utter hatred and disgust, I actually gagged.
“I knew you did it! You ABSOLUTE PIG!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,.” He said, coming closer and crouching right in front of me. Oh God, get away from me!
“I didn't do it, but one of my lads did. Did you really think I would let your whore of a mother get away with what she did, ruining my reputation so badly?”
I shook my head in complete disbelief, how dare he speak about my mother that way! I spat in his face, unable to stop myself. That's what he deserved, he's scum. Not worth anything at all. My outburst was met with another slap across the face but this time, I held in my scream knowing it only encouraged him. He likes to see people in pain, that's the kind of sick man he is.
“I thought I told you to behave yourself!” He shouted as his wiped his face with the sleeve of his jumper. “I don't know how Marc puts up with you, he always had a bad ass temper.” He smirked while he said this, knowing it would upset me.
I had almost forgot about the whole conversation I overheard at my Aunt's house, it seems so long ago now but...but Marc isn't all he seems, is he? No.
“Fuck you, Marc is a much better man than you'll ever be and would never hit a woman.”
“Hit one? Psht, he's seen them killed, sweetheart.”
...What? What the...jigsaw pieces started to place themselves together in my head. I tried to ignore what the conclusion was but just couldn't, this was way too big of a deal to ignore.
“What? Don't...don't be sick. Marc wouldn't...he couldn't, no...” I couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence in my current state of mind, still figuring out a way for this all to be incorrect. Better still, if this was all a dream, a nightmare, and I was due to wake up any second.
“Oh yes he could, little lady.” Again, that smirk! “Poor Anna, huh.”
And then a noise came out of me that I didn't know I could make. I guess it was the sound of a girl who just figured out that the man she was falling for, was present at her mothers murder. I don't think anyone can understand the pain that I was feeling, the tears and my crunched up eyes were a small clue as to what emotions were running through me. I'm not sure I can cope with all this. If he doesn't kill me, i'll do it myself.
“Now, now, Princess. “ He patted my knee as he stood up fully, beginning to walk away from me. “Don't get too upset. I'll be back here to finish you in a few hours. Then you'll get to see Mummy finally.”
“Thank you.” I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear. Actually, I wanted him to hear. I wanted him to know the type of pain he had caused. I don't care how it made him feel, I just wanted to voice it.
“Don't be such a depressing little bitch.” Were his parting words before he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.
I didn't even try to release my hands or my legs, I just sat and cried. I've never cried so much before. If I had any clue about the time it wouldn't have mattered, I would have lost track of it anyway. By the time my eyes had even remotely dried up, it was pitch black and no light was coming through the window at all.
I needed to rewind my thoughts. Marc was part of the gang, right? Then:
One; Why did I catch him wearing my Mother's necklace? I know him well enough now to know that he wouldn't wear it for nothing, it meant something to him. Especially from the reaction he had when I spotted it and when he spoke about Anna.
Two; He said that line...'I told her I would look after you.' The she, I presumed, was my Mum. Unless it was someone else, but it was in context! It would be almost impossible for him to be talking about anyone else!
Three; He spoke fondly of my Mum always, and it was genuine. I could see in his eyes that it was genuine.
And finally, number five; The photo's on the wall were of him in Leeds, back home. What would be the odds that he would go there out of everywhere in the world, huh? He's British, meaning all of the above is possible.
But...i heard what he said to my Aunt. I heard her say that he used to be friends with John...SHIT. The key words being, 'used to'. Maybe I jumped to conclusions too fast? I don't know, but I sure as hell wanted to punch him in the face right now. And scream at him, cry and throw stuff at him.
I wanted to do all of these terrible things but, in the end, he is the one i'm thinking of in my time of need. That must mean something, right?
The atmosphere in the room drastically changed, not so edgy. It was just...silent. Pure, bliss silence. I couldn't hear any talking downstairs like I could before, no footfalls in the hallway.
Which is why I almost tipped in the chair when I heard a noise coming from the direction of the window. I snapped my head around, almost giving myself whiplash, to see a hand forcing the window upwards. Well, here it is. Time to die, I guess, although why they were using the window I'm not so sure. Maybe they locked themselves out of the house...the thought made a dark laugh leave my lips. I didn't even know I had it in me to laugh any more. I turned my head back around and closed my eyes, almost shrinking in fear. Mentally preparing myself to die, if it is even possible to do such a thing.
My breathing quickened as I heard the window fully open and I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, trying to think about nothing and ignore my feelings. It's not easy, trust me.
I felt someone begin to untie my hands first, which automatically went to cover my face. Then my feet were untied but I couldn't bring myself to move, I know it would only end in disaster anyway.
“Don't worry, Jasmine. You're okay now, trust me. Please, trust me.” The voice explained, pleading as he asked me to trust him.
I cannot believe this. I opened my eyes slowly and blinked a few times to focus my vision, I couldn't quite decide how I felt. Safe, or doomed. Opposite ends of the spectrum but my emotions are messier than a plate of spaghetti.
Then I heard the foot falls again, coming towards the door of the room. Shit, this is not going to end well. The door flung open and a grimace fell upon John's face.
“I'm going to fucking kill you.” He spat at the man stood next to me, brandishing a knife.
Holy fucking shit.
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