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And run she did. Lyra pushed Gerard away with all of her might, and he stumbled backward just enough for her to shove past him. She ran from the parlor where they stood and toward the stairs. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs to think for what few precious seconds she had. ‘Running up the stairs would be stupid. Out the door. Right.’ She thought, her legs moving again. She ran into the kitchen where there was a door. Her hand flung out toward the knob before she was close enough to it.
Lyra tried desperately to get it to turn, but it didn’t budge in either direction. She began to hyperventilate, her head whipping around frantically in either direction. Still, no one had come after her. Perhaps they were looking for her. Upon realizing it she started running again.
She realized how huge the house was. The first impression she had of the house was that it reminded her of the cottage. She now realized it was nothing like that. It was huge, absolutely enormous. She stopped running and instead tried to keep all of her movements slight and quiet. She looked around the hallway she’d ended up in.
Only one room had an open door, and she avoided it. Instead Lyra made her way down the hall in the opposite direction. She stopped at the last door in the hall. She squinted in the dark hall way, trying to see the formation she swore was there from a distance. Lyra’s hand pressed against the wood. She moved it slowly along the top center. She felt slight indention but could not make out the shape. She tried it again with her index finger and middle finger only. This time the shape came to her seconds after she’d felt it. It was a gun. A small, perfectly formatted gun.
Lyra felt her hand drop down to the level of the door knob. She twisted it open and pushed the door open in front of her. It was pitch black inside. She felt herself feeling around on the wall beside the door until she found a light-switch. She flicked it upward and the room came to life in front of her.
Lyra had never seen a room so peculiar in her life. Against every wall, from inch to inch, floor to ceiling were shelves. Stock full, no more room on any of them. They were boxes. Some of them wide and fat, others small and skinny, in every shape and every color. It only took her a minute to realize what they were.
They were board games. Hundreds of them stacked about the room. But that still, was not the oddest part. They were unidentifiable from where she stood, she couldn’t tell what was what. And the reason for that was that there were long, thick pieces of black electrical tape over the names on every box. She walked forward and picked one up off of the floor.
The faces on the characters were scratched, and then colored over with red marker. But she recognized the setting on the box, and realized what the game in her hands was. Candyland. She dropped the box and backed out of the room. She flicked the light off and yanked the door shut.
She ran in the opposite direction now, maybe even back to where she started. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she was running away, and it felt good to be able to do so. Her will had come to her again, slowly but surely, and she was prepared to fight. She breathed deeply as she ran about the house, with her eyes wide open. She felt peaceful, maybe even free. But it changed when she found herself run into something. Someone.
Lyra looked up into the face of the body that enveloped her. To her relief and confusion, it was unfamiliar. He was a man, tall and broad, but with blond hair and blue eyes. He stared at her quizzically.
“What are you?” He said, stretching the ‘ooo’ in you. Then a look of realization spread across his face. “Gerard, I think I found her.” He called. Her stomach dropped at his name and she froze for just a second. Then she began to kick and scream. She struggled against the man’s hold and hit him.
“So, there’s fight in you after all.” She heard Gerard say. “I’d hoped so.” He said, as he took her and held her. She spit and yelled swear words to the best of her ability.
“Sick bastard!” She said when the furious tears began to spill. And he held her still. She pushed him away, only to fall into the other man. She yelped when he picked her up and continued to scream in high pitched tones whenever she could breathe enough through her sobbing.
Lyra felt them carry her down into the parlor where Armeena, Katie and Mikey sat as well. They put her down in a cold, metal folding chair across from everyone else. She screamed and pleaded when Gerard and the other man each pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs. She spit and kicked at them as they locked her hands against the pieces of the chair behind her back.
“Sick fucks.” She breathed, looking at the floor.
Gerard sat in the middle of the couch across from Lyra’s chair, with Mikey on one side of him and Armeena on the other. On the other side of Mikey was Katie, and on the other side of Meena was the man she didn’t know.
“Lyra, I’d like you to meet my good friend Bob Bryar. Bob, this is Lyra.” Gerard addressed. She heard him get up. “Look up, bitch.” He demanded. She refused. Gerard crossed the room to stand in front of her. He gripped her chin between his fingers and pinched, tilting her face up. Her eyes were full of fire, her green eyes turned a brassy golden color. She tried to jerk her neck away, but he kept her there.
“You tried to run.” He smirked. “Not one girl has ever tried that before.” He mumbled. “Not Meena, or Katie.” he said, glancing at them. Armeena cast her eyes down and Katie snuggled into Mikey. “So, why’re you so special? Think you can just up and fucking leave whenever you want? There wasn’t any fight in you before. Why now?” he demanded.
Lyra stayed quiet. She knew that she was a lost cause before. Why did he take her? Why her?
“I don’t understand.” She mumbled.
“Understand what?” He spat at her, gripping her hair.
“Why me! Why? I don’t fucking understand why you yanked my out of my world! This… this place doesn’t even feel like Earth! Why the fuck did you do this to me?!” She screamed, her voice cracking.
“What world is that, Lyra? Being a little nobody? A homeless little bitch who doesn’t do shit? This stupid, ignorant little cunt who threw her life away? What, Lyra? What world did you have?” He retaliated, shaking. He let go of her and stood back. Lyra’s head drooped.
“No.” Lyra replied, not wanting to talk anymore.
“That’s right. Admit it, you threw your fucking life away the day you left home.” Gerard said in a low voice.
“No, I gained a life the day I left that place. You have no idea what I’ve been through, you don’t know me! And I am much better than you, homeless or not!” She spat, her chest heaving.
“But you’re not anymore, are you? You’ve got a home, suga, and there just ain’t much you can do about it.” He said. “There ain’t much you can do about anything, anymore.” Gerard said with a sinister smile. He wrapped his fingers around her bare thigh and gave a squeeze. She spit at him again and tried to yank herself away.
“I hate you! I hate all of you!” She felt herself yell at the top of her lungs. He just chuckled.
“Can’t pick your family.”
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Sexual tension, anyone? Yes? Stick around.
Lyra tried desperately to get it to turn, but it didn’t budge in either direction. She began to hyperventilate, her head whipping around frantically in either direction. Still, no one had come after her. Perhaps they were looking for her. Upon realizing it she started running again.
She realized how huge the house was. The first impression she had of the house was that it reminded her of the cottage. She now realized it was nothing like that. It was huge, absolutely enormous. She stopped running and instead tried to keep all of her movements slight and quiet. She looked around the hallway she’d ended up in.
Only one room had an open door, and she avoided it. Instead Lyra made her way down the hall in the opposite direction. She stopped at the last door in the hall. She squinted in the dark hall way, trying to see the formation she swore was there from a distance. Lyra’s hand pressed against the wood. She moved it slowly along the top center. She felt slight indention but could not make out the shape. She tried it again with her index finger and middle finger only. This time the shape came to her seconds after she’d felt it. It was a gun. A small, perfectly formatted gun.
Lyra felt her hand drop down to the level of the door knob. She twisted it open and pushed the door open in front of her. It was pitch black inside. She felt herself feeling around on the wall beside the door until she found a light-switch. She flicked it upward and the room came to life in front of her.
Lyra had never seen a room so peculiar in her life. Against every wall, from inch to inch, floor to ceiling were shelves. Stock full, no more room on any of them. They were boxes. Some of them wide and fat, others small and skinny, in every shape and every color. It only took her a minute to realize what they were.
They were board games. Hundreds of them stacked about the room. But that still, was not the oddest part. They were unidentifiable from where she stood, she couldn’t tell what was what. And the reason for that was that there were long, thick pieces of black electrical tape over the names on every box. She walked forward and picked one up off of the floor.
The faces on the characters were scratched, and then colored over with red marker. But she recognized the setting on the box, and realized what the game in her hands was. Candyland. She dropped the box and backed out of the room. She flicked the light off and yanked the door shut.
She ran in the opposite direction now, maybe even back to where she started. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she was running away, and it felt good to be able to do so. Her will had come to her again, slowly but surely, and she was prepared to fight. She breathed deeply as she ran about the house, with her eyes wide open. She felt peaceful, maybe even free. But it changed when she found herself run into something. Someone.
Lyra looked up into the face of the body that enveloped her. To her relief and confusion, it was unfamiliar. He was a man, tall and broad, but with blond hair and blue eyes. He stared at her quizzically.
“What are you?” He said, stretching the ‘ooo’ in you. Then a look of realization spread across his face. “Gerard, I think I found her.” He called. Her stomach dropped at his name and she froze for just a second. Then she began to kick and scream. She struggled against the man’s hold and hit him.
“So, there’s fight in you after all.” She heard Gerard say. “I’d hoped so.” He said, as he took her and held her. She spit and yelled swear words to the best of her ability.
“Sick bastard!” She said when the furious tears began to spill. And he held her still. She pushed him away, only to fall into the other man. She yelped when he picked her up and continued to scream in high pitched tones whenever she could breathe enough through her sobbing.
Lyra felt them carry her down into the parlor where Armeena, Katie and Mikey sat as well. They put her down in a cold, metal folding chair across from everyone else. She screamed and pleaded when Gerard and the other man each pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs. She spit and kicked at them as they locked her hands against the pieces of the chair behind her back.
“Sick fucks.” She breathed, looking at the floor.
Gerard sat in the middle of the couch across from Lyra’s chair, with Mikey on one side of him and Armeena on the other. On the other side of Mikey was Katie, and on the other side of Meena was the man she didn’t know.
“Lyra, I’d like you to meet my good friend Bob Bryar. Bob, this is Lyra.” Gerard addressed. She heard him get up. “Look up, bitch.” He demanded. She refused. Gerard crossed the room to stand in front of her. He gripped her chin between his fingers and pinched, tilting her face up. Her eyes were full of fire, her green eyes turned a brassy golden color. She tried to jerk her neck away, but he kept her there.
“You tried to run.” He smirked. “Not one girl has ever tried that before.” He mumbled. “Not Meena, or Katie.” he said, glancing at them. Armeena cast her eyes down and Katie snuggled into Mikey. “So, why’re you so special? Think you can just up and fucking leave whenever you want? There wasn’t any fight in you before. Why now?” he demanded.
Lyra stayed quiet. She knew that she was a lost cause before. Why did he take her? Why her?
“I don’t understand.” She mumbled.
“Understand what?” He spat at her, gripping her hair.
“Why me! Why? I don’t fucking understand why you yanked my out of my world! This… this place doesn’t even feel like Earth! Why the fuck did you do this to me?!” She screamed, her voice cracking.
“What world is that, Lyra? Being a little nobody? A homeless little bitch who doesn’t do shit? This stupid, ignorant little cunt who threw her life away? What, Lyra? What world did you have?” He retaliated, shaking. He let go of her and stood back. Lyra’s head drooped.
“No.” Lyra replied, not wanting to talk anymore.
“That’s right. Admit it, you threw your fucking life away the day you left home.” Gerard said in a low voice.
“No, I gained a life the day I left that place. You have no idea what I’ve been through, you don’t know me! And I am much better than you, homeless or not!” She spat, her chest heaving.
“But you’re not anymore, are you? You’ve got a home, suga, and there just ain’t much you can do about it.” He said. “There ain’t much you can do about anything, anymore.” Gerard said with a sinister smile. He wrapped his fingers around her bare thigh and gave a squeeze. She spit at him again and tried to yank herself away.
“I hate you! I hate all of you!” She felt herself yell at the top of her lungs. He just chuckled.
“Can’t pick your family.”
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Sexual tension, anyone? Yes? Stick around.
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