Chapter 14 Yara #2
"Fuck, yes," I laughed, pulling off the shirt I wore and putting on the black T-Shirt I came in today. Considering that neither Violet nor her family were home tonight, I could do my laundry without bothering anyone and start packing.
Not that I had too many things to pack, but still.
Most of them were still at the house, which meant I would have to go there to collect some of my drawings and other valuable items I wanted to bring with me.
Clothes I had could stay. Everything I needed was mostly already with me with just a few of those knickknacks waiting at home.
I just had to make sure Xavier wasn't there.
Maybe I could go tomorrow early enough to collect them? Saturdays were his days for crazy parties and seeing as none of his friends were here and Ryder not so subtly telling me Xavier wasn't in town, maybe I would get lucky.
Violet refused to take money for my new phone, and since she didn't want me to give it back to her either, maybe I could sell my old one and get some money for that as well.
The bus ticket was expensive enough, and I didn't even want to think how expensive it would be to find an apartment without a job initially.
So yeah, anything I had that I didn't need to keep could be sold for all I cared.
The metal doors of my locker slammed shut and I started running toward the employee entrance, pressing my thumb on the checkout machine.
I had less than three minutes to get to the bus stop, and if I missed this one, I would need to wait for almost an hour for the next one and I didn't want to spend time just sitting around doing nothing if I could help it.
The crisp night air slammed into me as I exited from the building, reminding me we were getting deeper into the second half of the year.
Unlike the last three nights, today was surprisingly chilly.
I just hoped the bus wasn't late tonight, because the last thing I wanted to do tonight was to stand around, freezing while I waited.
I should've paid more attention to my surroundings as I started running toward the corner of the building. I should've noticed the broken lamp and the lack of light. I should've done a million things differently, but I didn't, which was why I failed to see them.
The four figures, standing, waiting, shrouded in the darkness of the night and I ran straight into them. My heart hammered both from the short run I had and the fear now awakening in my bones, because they... They had fucking masks on.
The skull masks, covering their entire face.
"I'm sorry, I need to pass," I said in as steady a voice as I could, but they weren't listening. The more I stepped back the more they stepped forward. "Please," I begged, "I just want to go home."
The tallest one of the four tilted his head, the black hoodie he wore was hiding his hair, but there was something familiar in the way he stared at me. There was something sinister in the way his eyes traced over my body as if he was remembering every inch of me.
"Is it money you want?" I asked. "I don't have much, but you can have it all. You can have it." My voice shook as I pulled my backpack to my front, unzipping it and pulling out my wallet. There was not much but I would've given them everything I had if they would just let me go.
But I already knew I wasn't getting out of this.
The hair at the back of my neck stood up as I took another step backwards, trying to get as close to the doors as I could.
Maybe if I screamed someone would hear me?
Maybe if I tried hard enough, I could outrun them?
Yet the more time passed, the more they surrounded me, until their breathing was all I could hear.
My heart hammered painfully against my ribs, feeling as if it would bruise me from the force it hit, and I knew I had no other choice.
I spun around on my heel and ran as fast as I could, screaming, crying, feeling the little flicker of hope as I saw how close the doors were. But destiny was a little bitch, and I should've known that this would be just another failure sent my way.
I thought there were only four of them. I thought there was nobody else. But I was wrong.
Mere seconds before I reached the door, the fifth figure stepped in front of me, grasping my upper arms in his hands, stopping me momentarily. I could feel his breath on my face through the little hole he had for a nose. I could count the yellow freckles his eyes had.
I could see the anger, the pain, the relief and the anguish in those eyes and he didn't need to speak for me to know who it was. He didn't need to say a single word for me to understand what was happening.
I was tricked.
Used.
Fucked over by the one guy I loved.
"Xavier?" I murmured as the sharp pinch registered on my neck and the sound of the syringe thrown to the ground came through the fog in my mind. "W-Wha—"
"Caught you now, little lamb," he whispered as the darkness took over and those sinister eyes were the last thing I saw before the pit took over.