Page 5 of My Dark Obsession
I was actually going to kill him, and I really couldn’t wait.
I rolled to my side and a scream lodged in my throat when the sharp pain in my ribs threatened to make me pass out again, and as much as I would have liked to escape from the pain radiating absolutely everywhere, the need to see my twins outweighed it. My stomach churnedat the thought of him leaving me half dead and venturing up the stairs to them.
My eyes stung from the soot that drifted down to my face, my cuts itched and my face pulled tight from the swelling.
Creaking from above had my head snapping up. A small part of the burnt roof had moved away from the rest, which whined and groaned causing more dust to settle down on me.
Could I not catch a fucking break?
The entire roof was about to collapse with me under it. There was only one thing I could do; I jumped to my feet, screaming and snorting like a damn pig from the blood in my mouth and slammed myself into what I had hoped was the wooden door.
Thankfully the blackened wood collapsed under my weight, and I smashed through. I collapsed to the floor face first in a heap of unladylike grunts just as a huge puff of black smoke and dust covered me from the now crumbled roof.
Coughing up more blood, I spat it next to me and gave the shack the finger. Or tried too; I think I broke it during the fall.
I squinted my barely opened eyes against the cloud of dust and soot and noticed two things:
One, this wasn’t Bluewater Valley, and two, it was at least late afternoon which meant I had been gone an entire night and day. Nausea rose in my stomach. I hoped he had passed out with his whisky; I hoped he had worn himself out with me. I looked at the blackened shack as the debris finally settled and took in my surroundings. Lifting my throbbing head, I saw that there were manymore blackened singed buildings and shacks, all covered in that crispy burned char or buried beneath large amounts of sand. It was an entire burned down village.
My hair stuck to my already sticky skin as the humid wind blew small grains of sand to my weeping wounds.
It fucking hurt.
I breathed in carefully so as to not choke on more blood. I slowly pushed to my knees, gritting my teeth as the pain in my ribs throbbed with each jerky movement. The squawk of a bird on a roof drew my attention. Its black beady little eyes watched me as I climbed to my feet. Planting my sweaty hands on my knees, I spat more blood onto the sand without taking my eyes off the stalking bird. I let the red tinged drool dribble from my mouth to the ground in a long slobbery line.
Yeah, that’s right bird, enjoy the fucking show.
Straightening up and wiping my mouth on an uncut part of my arm I turned slowly, taking in each building and each sad looking tree.
The grey clouded sky covered the sun and yet it gave no relief from the humid air as sweat began to slowly bead along my skin.
A low grumble from my stomach had me rolling my eyes; it always rumbled and never learned its lesson. I could go days without food, and it had to be on day three by now. What little scraps Lyal gave us was enough to maybe fill one twin, not the three of us, so I always gave my portion to them and waited until I could steal from the school kitchen. If I was lucky, I was able to steal enough bread or fruit and stash it in our hideout in the outhouse next door. You’d think I would be wasting away but I never lost weight; in fact, I never got sick atall. Good genes from whoever brought me into this sick world I guessed.
I needed to get back to Bluewater Valley. Our secret bus tickets were still tucked safely in our getaway bag hidden in old man Jefferys outhouse.
Lyal thinking I was dead was going to be a great advantage, as it gave the twins and I more of a chance to disappear that way. If I could just get back and sneak into the boys, we could still be on our path to freedom.
I was slightly more positive at the prospect of being free, so with that thought in mind I wobbled my way to the sandy trail leading to the barren looking forest in hopes of finding some sort of civilisation.
Not one signpost, car or person was in sight. What had caused this fire and left this village barren and empty? I had no idea how far out of town he had dumped me and finding transport was a must. Something told me I was really damn far away from our town.
Bastard.
I growled to myself in frustration. I clenched my fists and spun to look at the charred building I crashed out of. The more I stared at it, the more the urge to return to it overcame me. Something was calling to me, a magnetic pull that wanted me to—I don’t know what, but it wanted me to return to that building.
The loud echoing caw of the stalking bird pulled me from my thoughts. There it was staring at me yet again. It cawed again, its strange croaky noise almost a question.
“What do you want?” I snapped. It of course, didn’t answer me, because it was a bird. I was talking to a damn bird.
Ignoring the urge to go back to the charred building, I turned around muttering, “Stupid thing; if you follow me, I’m going to eat you.”
Maybe I would. I was damn near starving after all.
I walked towards the drooping dry trees, and saw that the further in I went, the branches were browner, and dark green leaves filled the empty areas. Hopefully there was more life that way. The cold churn in my stomach was my sign to hurry up.
The further I walked, the more I began to realise that I was walking, not limping. In fact I wasn’t even hacking up my own lungs; I was breathing with ease. I stopped and gathered a big glob of saliva in my mouth before I spat it onto the thinning sand. It was clear, not a speck of blood in sight. I licked my thumb and ran it over my arm, wiping the grime and dried blood away. Clear perfect skin.
I blinked my eyes a couple of times as I also realised that they were not swollen. I felt around and yep…I had eyelashes.
