Chapter 7 raging storm



EVERYTHING HURT!

My head and back fucking hurt a lot. The painful throb I felt came from the back of my head. The unbearable pain brought few memories of what happened.

Going to the library. . . Walking down the school's empty hallway. . . Being hit in the head, then . . . Darkness.

I groaned slightly, before forcing my eyes open with little energy I had left in me. Holding onto a wall, I managed to stand on my wobbly feet.

Where the hell was I?

I couldn't see a damn thing because I was cursed with total darkness. I ran my hand up the wall to find a light switch and with the flip of my finger, the place was bathed with poor dim light. I blinked repeatedly until my vision registered with my surrounding. I was in some sort of closed up room with no windows but a door standing in front of me.

Trying to pull the door open, it didn't budge- I was locked in. The first thing I did was panic, I needed to get out of there and fast before the memories of my past came crawling back to me.

I looked around the tiny room for anything I could use to break out but there was nothing useful apart from- a mop stick, a broom and a dustpan. In an attempt to try my luck, I picked up the mop stick and began whacking the door, all to no avail- except that, the mop stick got broken into two.

My next option was; banging the door. My weak fists kept colliding with the door as I screamed on top of my lungs, "SOMEONE LET ME OUT!"

But when no one came to my aid, I mentally cursed myself. Stupid. School was long over so who would even be around? I kicked the door hard in frustration before I dropped down on the floor.

Resting my head against the wall, I only prayed that I don't end up dead in the suffocating room due to the fact that I was gradually loosing oxygen. Think Carla. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and opened them back immediately, I was scared- so scared of slipping into the evil hands of my past and then waking up to realize it's now a fraction of my new found life.

Then, there was a loud thud.

A loud thud like a door being shut close. It was the only thing that got me scared, making me jump slightly with tensed shoulders. I rose up, terrified- it was happening again. The thud didn't come from the door in front of me, it came from my head- my past was replaying in my head.

I tried not to close my eyes but with the throbbing headache that hit me like a rock, I was bound to keep them shut. All I saw was darkness but the thud kept echoing in my head.

Then;

I sit on the floor, resting against the old rusty door. All I see is total darkness. No windows, I'll suffocate in less than an hour. My cheeks are stained with river flowing tears as I beg for freedom. The emptiness I always feel in the pit of my stomach is there again but in ten times fold. I am in pain, I am hurt. Slowly, I stand up and attempt to beg again.

"Dad please, let me out." I cry.

"When I observe you're dead, I'll let the door open," came his evil voice, leaving me extremely hopeless.

Suddenly, without a trace, the door disappears. I'm now in a locked room, with hard concrete- no door, no window. Clearly, there's no way out. Maybe I could call Mom for help.

"Mom!" I call.

I hear her distant voice but she doesn't hear mine, we are far apart.

"Carla! Where are you? Please respond," she cries.

"I'm in here."

"Carla?"

Then I don't hear anything anymore, even my dad's laugh fades away.

Time stops.

Literally everything stops in the real world.

A weird throb resonated on my forehead and my palms grew sticky and it made me panic the more. From my peripheral vision, I could make out the walls closing in. What the-? Everything was spinning, the walls were coming together to compress me, my heart beat was increasing rapidly. Was I dying already?

With jittery limbs and questionable breathing, I managed to bang the door, my arms were giving up, my vision was blurring, my breathing was difficult. I banged the door again, my weak voice following: "Someone please help me." I could barely keep my eyes open but I knew I had to stay awake.

My body slammed into the door, all my weight resting on the it as I was too weak to stand. My eyelids suddenly became more heavy, they wanted to shut close, my left arm had already slept and my legs were shaking.

My coordination was completely off as I banged the door lazily, "I'm dying. . . Please. . Help."

I heard shuffling from the other side of the door, maybe someone was there. With a hopeful sigh, I banged the door for the last time before my arm gave up. "Please save me."

I heard some noises from the door and as my eyes slowly closed themselves, the door was opened and I fell into someone's arms. The last thing I remembered was the pair of muscular arms, wrapping around my shoulders and my knees, lifting me up- followed by a deep voice; "Shit!"

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Damn. What's with this headache?

I could hear the shuffling of someone's feet and the ticking of a clock rattling around in my brain, and pulling me from my slumber. I was wild awake but too lazy to keep my eyes opened. After what happened, my venomous fear was back- that my past would catch up with my present. It was visible as my whole body tensed up at the thought.

A bright light hit me as I opened my eyes. I blinked rapidly to clear the fuzzy spots that clouded my vision. As everything came into focus, I observed my surrounding- posters of great boxers surrounded the room which was also surrounded by blue painted walls.

Just by the soft bed I laid on, there was a drawer resting against it. There was a dim orange glow that came from the window that was slightly covered by the white drapery. Where was I? And, what freakin' time was it?!

Another round of headache hit me so hard that I let out a groan.

"Here."

I heard a masculine voice, and when I turned to the direction of the voice, my face fell. "You again?"

Clad in a regular shirt tucked in black sweatpants, the boxer was yet again pulling off his good looks. The air around him was different, lips pressed in a thin line, eyes drilling into mine, his hands was outstretched towards me, a cup of water resting in it.

I wasn't sure if to accept the water from him or not but when I felt how dry my mouth was I took the cup- with a scowl.

I lifted the glass to my parched lips and as the cool water slid down my throat, it left a trail of relief. When I was done, I shoved the cup back into his hand- without a thank you. I'm not impolite, I just had my reasons.

He placed the cup on the reading table before turning to me. I watched him take a seat on the bed by me, then I asked; "Where exactly am I?"

"In my room obviously," his lips slowly curled up in a smirk- a smirk I wanted to wipe off badly.

"Why am I here?"

"I brought you here," he replied nonchalantly. "I found you all pale and sweaty in the school's closet. You passed out in my arms."

His dusky blue eyes focused on my icy blue ones, no expression on his unfortunately gorgeous face. I held his eyes captive, hoping he didn't ask any more questions, then- it snapped.

"You!" I jumped straight out of the bed and stood in front of him. "You and your friends locked me in that room."

I was certain that they could've done that since they had practically been on my neck.

"What?" He looked really confused but I wasn't buying it.

Molten anger had already rolled through me so there was no stopping. "I'm going to teach you a very valuable lesson." I grabbed a hold of his shirt with both my hands and he seemed shocked by my actions.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I pulled him up with the energy I had gathered. "I don't let people get away with things so easily."

"Listen." came his smooth voice but I wasn't bound to listen to anymore rubbish from him. I rolled my eyes, only for him to grab my wrists.

"Let go!" I struggled to get out of his grip which got him even more impatient with me.

Without expecting it, I was pushed down on the bed, and he pinned both of my wrists down on it, a sigh falling past his lips. "Are you ready to listen now."

I was speechless at the moment, and he looked like he had a lot of explaining to do. "Look, I have nothing to do with whatever happened, I only brought you here because you passed out so- can you please calm down?"

"Shut the hell up, that works as well as baptizing a cat," I hissed and then pushed him away from me, and unto the bed, this time I hovered over him. My hands were placed on his toned chest to keep him down. "And, I'm not buying your bullshit because you guys have been on my neck."

He pushed me back down on the bed and hovered over me. "For fuck's sake, I have no fucking clue on how you got trapped in there. I heard you calling for help and I gave you that help and all you can do is accuse me?!"

Total silence. The ticking clock that I hadn't been hearing was annoyingly loud. And for the guy right on top of me, he was now staring intently at me, waiting for my next action. Locks of hair stick to his forehead and from the reddish orange blaze, he looked like he was pulled out from a vintage photo.

I pushed him with all I had but he didn't budge- he seemed lost. Lost starting at me. I had never seen this side of him, calm and lost his electrifying shade of blue eyes were soft rather than cold and hard. From where my hands were placed on his chest, I felt his hard muscles underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Fuck. . . He does work out. Snap out of it!

That time I mentally punched myself. "Get off me moron."

When he was away from me, I took few steps backwards to keep my distance, and then I was back; "You need to stop messing with my head. Who could've knocked me unconscious and then lock me in the school's closet if not you and your friends."

He was frustrated, and I could see it. He looked like he could rip his hair out in few seconds, and I was few seconds away from slamming my fist into his face.

That boy was something else because the next thing he did got my eyes wide. I was pushed against the wall, trapped between his hands, and his face few inches from mine. Neither of us were affected by the proximity, rather we were engaged in a glaring contest.

"For the last time," he started off lowly, his minty fresh breath fanning my face. "I don't know what happened to you but I was nice enough to have brought you here."

"So, was it then a coincidence that you found me in the closet?" The tendency at which my icy eyes bore into his cannot be explained.

"That is-"

"Isn't he ready?" a voice echoed, interrupting whatever he had to say. The voice sounded like it came from somewhere downstairs. Was I in a mansion?

"I'll go get him," the familiar voice also echoed then- the sound of someone's feet padding up some stairs.

The look on the boxer's face had me believe that the situation we were in wasn't a nice one, followed by his guilty mutter, "Shit."

I looked at him, waiting for his next action as I was still trapped between his hands. "You have to hide."

Hide? I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, "Why?"

"Just do it." his voice held no room for arguments.

"Okay, where exactly?" I whispered back since he was already whispering.

His eyes roamed round the room until they fell on his bed. "There."

"Under your bed?!" I shrieked-in a whisper. But when a knock on the door rang in my ears, I was forced to slide under the bed to take my resting position.

Padding footsteps that's all I heard, followed by the door being opened and then: "Hey man, you aren't ready yet?"

Where were they going?- was that Walter?

The boxer's voice followed, "As you can see- No." There was humour in his voice which brought a groan from Walter (I think.)

"We're going to be late."

"You guys just go, there are a lot of things I need to do so- I'll meet you guys at the place."

There was a sigh. "If you say so."

I was starting to feel the headache come back and I completely zoned out from whatever discussions they were having. Only Bella could have a solution to my headache right now.

Oh shit- Bella!

I hadn't heard from her ever since, she must have been damn worried. I managed to reach for the pocket of my jeans but I didn't find my phone. I checked all my pockets but it was no where to be found, all without a lock. Shit.

"You can come out now."

My cue. I crawled out from under the bed and shot him a glare. "You could've really found a better place for me to hide." I narrowed my eyes at him. "But it's okay, at least I didn't see any lace panties or bra." the words were out my mouth before I could stop them.

He chuckled.

He chuckled like I hadn't just indirectly called him a slut. "I'm not like the other guys so I don't sleep out- neither do I bring girls into my room, you're the first."

Shit.

How many shits had I mentioned already?

I decided to let what he said slide and asked, "Any idea where my phone is?"

He whipped my phone out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I rolled my eyes and tried to grab the phone, but he had lifted it upwards.

I groaned in frustration. "Goddamit give it!"

With furrowed eyebrows, he pocketed his hands while I was on the verge of losing it. "Why isn't there a lock on your phone?"

This bitch. "Did you go through my phone?!"

He raised his hands. "Oh- no, I just observed besides, there were a lot of messages from- Bella."

"Give it." I outstretched my hands towards him, and he dropped my phone in my hands.

He was right, there were a lot of messages from Bella.

Where are u? 14:30

Why aren't you responding? I'm sick worried. 15:00

You aren't picking my calls. 15:10

. . . I can't find u anywhere. . . I hope u re ok. 16:00

Shit. I had her worried a lot. Without wasting time, I gave her a response, assuring her I was okay.

I'm sorry I got u so worried, I'm fine, nothing happened- but I'll make sure to explain everything to u when I get back.

I looked back up at the boxer. "I'm leaving."

"At least let me drop you off," he offered and I had no idea why he was even trying.

"There won't be any need for that," I told him so dryly, making my way towards the door.

He stopped me halfway, "Wait- I insist. You still need a lot of rest and it's not advisable for you to go out on your own, let me drop you. No harm."

He was adamant on dropping me off- what does he gain from all this. I gave him a skeptic look before rolling my eyes. "Fine."

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There were strong forces of internal battles going on in my head- like the finest forms of destruction. The cool evening breeze blew and kissed my face so tenderly, brought strands of hair into my face, and seemed to calm my racing mind.

The cool atmosphere seemed to slowly bring me out of my little head but the music playing in the car radio held no importance. I really wished my life was as cool and calm as the evenings. Ever since I was brought into this world, my life had been the opposite of calm- a raging storm. And with every horrific thing that had happened in my life, I was greatly affected by the storm, and I drowned.

But one thing I had learnt was to never stop fighting, and despite the fact that the past trapped in the depth of the ocean, I was still swimming to the shore.

And while the thoughts had lasted, I realized that I wasn't supposed to go about thinking about these things as it always ended up in havoc.

Throughout the drive, the boxer hadn't uttered a word, and neither had I- rather, I had been staring out the window with a numb mind. The car seats smelled exactly like him and the interior was overwhelming- lavish and gorgeous. I was dazed but it had only lasted for a while.

I turned to give him a glance. His face was tilted, and it seemed like he was also lost in his own thoughts. The constant furrowing of his eyebrows made me believe he was bothered about something but- who was I to care?

I dropped my gaze but it was already too late as he had caught me staring. "Jeez, stop staring at me!"

I rolled my eyes at the bipolar nonentity. "I was just wondering what that ugly thing on your neck was until I realized it was your head."

Silence followed. By the time his eyes focused back on the road, we were already on the campus. He averted his gaze back to me whilst I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and then managed to mutter; "Thanks."

He only gave a nod then I stepped out of his car, and watched his Mercedes Benz speed out of the campus.

Bella was extremely worried by the time I reached the dorm and I felt guilty to have had her sick worried when I was with the boxer guy. Yuck. I cringed at the thought of spending another moment with him.

"I'm sorry for having you worried," I apologized, "The boxer guy had saved me." Though it seemed to be the truth, I still cringed saying that.

Her eyes softened, shoulders slumping down. "I was so worried when you didn't respond to my texts but I'm glad you're okay now."

She invited me in for a hug. "By the way I already ate the pizza I ordered so. . . I'll order something else."

I laughed, making my head throb for no reason. "First, I need some pain killers, this headache is killing me."

Later, we ended up ordering Chinese food. Loads. I sipped on my smoothie by the time our order came in, and told Bella everything that had happened.

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