Chapter Two

The buzzing in my head was minimal but I was still a bit dizzy. I groaned softly. A bunch of whispers alerted me that I wasn't alone. I opened my eyes a bit and saw the world blurry and lugubrious before it cleared and I could peek out at the surroundings. There were three boys huddled together in a corner whispering. Quietly, I opened my eyes fully trying to not alert them that I was awake as my eyes surveyed the scene around me. I was in some sort of room. Someone's bedroom, lying on a bed that wasn't mine. It looked like it belonged to a small child,  it had a race car bed and brightly coloured wallpapers with boyish designs. Neither of the three boys seemed to have noticed or had any knowledge that I had awaken. I couldn't help but become a bit curious as to what they were busy quibbling about so I tried my best to eavesdrop, prying into what they were saying.

"Do you think she's dead?" One boy asks.

It sounded like the voice belonged to the one with the dirty blonde hair. The one that was supposed to catch the ball that struck me. I eyed his black pullover hoodie down to his dark coloured skinny jeans which he then paired with a pair of black combat boots. His deep voice didn't seem to match his exterior, then again he looked a bit over seventeen. I didn't know him that was for sure. I didn't even seem to recognize him from anywhere either, I had only met or seen the guy today at the park.

Who are these people and whose house is this?

He glanced over his shoulder and I closed my eyes immediately pretending to still be unconscious. He didn't notice me flinch a bit and they went back to whispering, ignoring my supposedly unconscious body perched on a child's bed.

I peeked out at them again, careful not to be discovered. Their backs were turned, just like they had been since I regained consciousness and started eavesdropping.

"I told you we should have left her there," the brown-haired boy spat in a hushed tone.

"To die in the middle of the park?" The third one inquires with a voice full of sarcasm.

This time it was the one with silky jet black hair that was faded a bit at the sides that spoke. The one who had been sporting a biker jacket and tees underneath it from earlier.

"How do you say we get rid of it?" Blondie questions.

The one with the brown hair spoke again.

"I don't know, throw it off a bridge make it look like an accident," he jests.

It? That asshole did not just refer to me as 'it'. How rude!

That piece of shit face. I should just walk over and knock him unconscious.

"That won't work," he said clearly ignoring the intended humour, "everyone already saw us taking her from the park idiot."

"What bright ideas do you have to solve this mess Blade?" The brown-haired boy asks, sounding a bit irritated before glancing over his shoulder to which I quickly reacted playing dead.

Blade? Seriously? Out of all the names, his mother chose Blade.

What are his siblings called, Knife and Machete?

"Wait until she wakes up."

He glanced over his shoulder and my eyes snapped shut instantly. I held my breath trying to keep perfectly still without flinching this time. I peeked through one eye and he was still staring at me confused.

Oh shit, he saw me move.

I snapped my eyes tightly closed, hoping he was stupid enough to think it was dreamt, or his brain was playing tricks on him and he had not seen me flinch not even a centimetre.

They started bickering again and I breathe a sigh of relief, peeking through one eye first before safely opening both. They remained huddled together still bickering away in the corner.

"Do you think she has a name tag?" One asks.

It wasn't Blade who spoke. His voice was the deepest and mellow of all three, so it had to have come from the brown-haired one who I was uncertain of his name.

"No, but we could check for an ID."

At least someone has a brain around here.

"Let's check."

Wait what?

Three sets of feet moved noisily over towards the bed in which I was lying in. These perverted assholes were not about to go through my pockets. I heard them move closer and I felt a shadow hover over me. I had to think of something and quick.

I gave a feeble fake cough and all three boys lept back in fright.

"She's alive!" Blondie exclaims.

I opened my eyes slowly keeping up with the pretence. I squinted to make it look a bit more believable, trying to not burst out into laughter at the look of horror on their faces. They seemed to be buying the act staring down at my unnaturally tiny body as if I was some morbid alien.

The dusty haired blonde boy and the brunet were standing closest. Their look of horror quickly turned to grins while the one with the ebony hair, Blade, was standing afar just glaring. I glared back at him, eyes locked with his deep green ones. He was the green-eyed boy that I saw over and over in my head before I had succumbed and gone unconscious. It was him, and to put a name to the face, his name was Blade. Of course.

I rubbed my temples trying to recall what had happened before everything went black. That green-eyed shit was the one who was flaunting his good looks and physique at those girls who were hovering over him begging for his attention. Not to mention, the idiot was the one who threw the football that hit me smack in the face; the one Blondie was supposed to catch.

That son of a bitch...

I pulled myself up on my elbows squinting at him as he stared back at me.

Innocently, I pouted and stared off at him.

My voice escaped my lips at an unnaturally low tone barely above a whisper, "Jesus is that you?"

Blade looked greatly confused. The other two boys stared at him grinning. I was better at acting than I thought which was obvious seeing their reactions. The dusty blonde seemed to mouth something to him before he shrugged and remained with both hands tucked into his jeans pockets, just glaring at me the same.

"Come a little closer I want to touch you," I croaked -even better and more believable than I was a few seconds ago- hoping he would come closer.

He didn't move and the brunet whispered something about me being a 'poor little girl'.

His stern expression didn't change and he unwillingly walked closer to get the other two boys to shut up nevertheless. He stood by the side of the bed and just stared down at me frigidly.

I eased myself up a bit then crawled onto my hands and knees, before straightening out so I could be a bit more equal in height with him. He stared at me, his eyebrows furrowed not smiling or showing any warmth. His friend the brunet stood behind him watching curiously, looking from Blade to me then back to Blade. I reached out my hand to stroke the side of his face and he shifted a little away from my hand. I pouted at him as if I was hurt and he tensed a bit but this time I was able to touch him.

"Jesus it really is you," I coo smiling.

He was being churlish and rolled his eyes. I briskly snapped back my hand, clenching my fingers into a fist and shot him a blow to the face. His head slightly flew backwards and his hand shot to his face cupping his nose that I had just dislocated, angrily shouting a billion profanities.

The brunet stared at me wide-eyed before blondie hopped over the bed to the side Blade was on looking stunned. It was becoming more obvious how furious Blade was as he pinched his nose with his fingers, stomping around stilling hissing a string of expletives.

I had been able to punch him hard enough to cause a bit of blood to trickle down his face. He stopped and glared at me menacingly. The other two boys were standing supposedly barricading him from moving any closer to me. His face turned bright red from rage and utter disbelief, and he clenched and unclenched his fist repeatedly looking like he was ready to punch a wall.

"Dude calm down, remember it's just a little girl," the dusty blonde-haired boy shouted, trying to talk him out of possibly attacking me, not that I thought he would.

His menacing eyes peered into mine, and the brunette stared over his shoulder at me flabbergasted.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" He yells, as Mr. angry pants spat another string of expletives and pinched his nose walking back and forth in place.

"That's what you get for nearly killing me you idiot!" I bark at him getting up from the tiny bed.

The blonde-haired one was staring at me, along with his friend who had spoken before.

"What are you two looking at?" I snap.

"Holy shit! I thought it was a girl!" Blondie blats.

I hissed, "where am I and how do I get out of this hell hole?"

Neither of them responded. Just stared wide-eyed.

"Who are you two?" I spat again impatient for a response.

Blondie looked seemingly appalled by my apathetic manner.

He cleared his throat before replying, scratching his head confused.

"Am Luka and he's Jude. Where the hell did you come from?!."

I frowned at the two boys still staring at me, then eyed Blade who was no longer pinching his nose and looked like himself again. Whatever that was.

I snorted, looking over at Blade, "Then you two must be his damn disciples."

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum looked like they could still be in wonderland. Blade, on the other hand, was still refusing to talk only glaring at me now and then, pissed I had punched him in the face. His hand was a bit bloody from when he had used it to wipe away the blood. I smirked at him, though he wasn't paying much attention to me.

"I'll show myself out," I mock still smirking at these lame excuses for boys.

I walked towards the door, feeling Jude and Luka's eyes piercing into my back. I had reached the door in only a few strides turning the knob and pulling it open. Glancing behind me I made eye contact with Blade whose face was completely expressionless. My eyes moved across the face of the three boys before having the final word, tauntingly.

"You morons have a good day."

With that, I shut the door behind me and walked down a modestly painted hallway. I didn't stay to find out anything or waited outside the door to eavesdrop. I wanted to get out as quickly as possible. I walked down the staircase as quickly as I could. The wall leading down the stair was covered with many family portraits proudly on display. I stopped to have a brief look at the photos. A photo of a much younger boy who oddly enough resembled Blade and what was supposedly his mom caught my attention.

My eyes flickered to the photo next to it, staring at a shirtless teenage boy who looked comfortable flaunting his handsome looks and his daring abs, sitting on a muscle car. A Shelby Mustang - a very nice ride at that.

This was definitely Blade, and this was his house, it was obvious. I scoffed and continued walking, heading for the door before exiting the house and closing the door behind me.

The street looked unfamiliar at first, all the houses were partially the same and modern. I headed down the driveway and down to the sidewalk before looking both directions trying to figure out in what direction I should head. A cacophony of screams and cheers got my attention in the almost always quiet neighbourhood. It sounded like it was coming from the blue house across the street only it wasn't. It was coming from the houses behind it on another street the one I lived on. It was the noise from the teenagers I had passed on my way to the park. The sun was setting, which left me to assume I must have been out for a little while. I headed down the street on the sidewalk for a bit before making a switch over to the other side onto the street where I lived. I was walking about ten minutes before I was on the correct street heading home leaving the wild house party sound in the distance behind me.

"HEY, YOU!"

I looked up to see the redhead from earlier pointing at me. There was someone else with her this time. They looked like they could be about twenty if I wasn't mistaken.

"You there, pink jacket!" She called as if it wasn't already obvious she had been talking to me seeing I was the only other person out on the street.

With both hands tucked into my pocket, I looked over at her.

"You there! You kicked over the garbage can!"

I ignored her and continued walking.

"You are going to pay for that!" She continued to shout at me.

I stopped to intimidate, looking directly at her and making eye contact. "Make... me..."

She seemed taken aback by my fiesty behaviour, and just stared agape without replying.

I muttered angrily, "exactly what I thought."

Then continued walking.