D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Chains ❯ Family Ties and Prison Breaks ( Chapter 10 )

Ok. So hopefully you all read the note? You better have. If you haven't then don't blame me.

 

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Tick-Tick

Tick-Tick

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The clock buzzed around in my head, the second hand clicking rapidly. I put my hands to my temples. Migraines can do some serious damage if left untreated. The again so did Naomi. I laughed out loud at the picture that popped into my head. A small orange bottle, Prescription: Arsenic

Illness: Naomi-itis

Directions: If you're starting to bounce on your toes give 40 milligrams to self. If case is not that developed, put 7 grams directly into the offenders mouth, rinse with some house hold chemicals. If she's not dead in 12 minutes. Repeat.

“Ahhh!! Watch where you're sticking that thing!” I swear that needle just went in way farther then it was supposed to.

“Well, if you stay still, it wouldn't get stuck anywhere it's not supposed too!” Doctor Chase gave her a glare.

“Sorry, I don't like Doctors sticking pointy objects into my stomach!” I crossed my arms and pouted. His head stayed down so as to focus on what he was doing.

“Oh! So then you like strangers doing it?” He lifted his head just barely, a smirk smack dab on his handsome features telling me he'd won. I knew he had. The room was dipped into silence, but it was comfortable.

“So, Sistine. Are you going to tell me where you got all these…” He gestured across my stomach and thigh. “…scars from?” He stood from where he had been slouched. His brown eyes searched mine for the answer I wasn't going to give him. He sighed.

“Why won't you trust anyone?” I turned my face to the side. I was disappointed that he had seen through me so well.

“Let's just say I've wasted so much trust on people that it's not even worth trying to regain.” I looked up, meeting his eyes dead on. I was angry then. He sighed again, closing my gown.

“Your results will be done in an hour. Get comfy `cause you're not going anywhere until we have an answer.” He turned to leave, but stopped.

“I'm sorry for whoever hurt you Sistine. Whatever they did must have been bad, and they don't know what they lucked out on.” He smiled at me then. “I'll send the gang in.”

Chills ran up my spine. I didn't want to be in the room with Kaily, if that even was his real name. Damn Naomi and Jodie. Had they not said anything I would be home in my nice warm bed. The door opened to a sheepish looking Na', and a brooding Jodie. Kaily was last to enter. I could have died for two reasons. One, he was in the same room as me, and two, he was holding a cup of chocolate pudding. Damn my morals!! I eyed the pudding longingly. I couldn't take it, but oh how I wanted it. He placed it on the sliding tray where my “lunch” (if that's what you even want to call that slop) sat. I turned away from it. My uniform was sitting just out of my reach. I would have gotten up to change by now, but I had an I.V in, and I had another tub of something in the same arm. And I had the heart line thing-a-ma-jig, and some cold suction cup like pads pressed against various parts of my chest.

“Naomi, come here for a second.” She whimpered in the corner, shaking her head. She was smart to stay away. I was going to strangle her, but she didn't know that. Doctor Chase chose then to enter. He had a clipboard and a pen with him this time.

“I need to ask you some questions. They can stay or leave. It's up to you.” He didn't meet my eyes.

“What kind of questions?” I didn't want people prying into my life. He looked up then. His eyes were cold.

“So those kind of questions, huh? Ask away, I'll choose whether I answer or not.” He looked over the clip board.

“Have you ever been infected with any life threatening dieses?”

“Smallpox, black plague, malaria, yellow fever, rocky mountain spotted fever. And a few others that I can't name off the top of my head.” I held his gaze. He gave me this doubting look.

“What? My parents, siblings and I traveled a lot. Next.” He wrote down what I said, still not fully trusting my answer.

“Any siblings?” He gave me the “I know you just said so, but just answer the damn question.” look.

“Yes. Three. One girl, two boys, all younger. Ages from youngest: nine months; boy, three years old; boy, eight years old; girl.” This was starting to get to me.

“Are they those ages now?” He was looking at the clipboard.

“They will always be those ages.” I wasn't going to finish this.

“What do you mean?” Jodie, Naomi and Kaily had all been oddly quiet. Was learning about me really that great?

“They are all currently buried about eight feet down in a small wood, just west of a small town called Riley.” I said wasn't going to finish this. I heard a small gasp from Jodie. What? In my day, children rarely made it through to adulthood. Obviously I hadn't either.

“When was that last time you had sex?” He was staring up at me through his eyelashes as his head was still bent over the board. My hands clenched of their own accord as I recalled a few gruesome memories.

“Forced or consensual?” My eyes dropped to the blankets covering me. There was an `oh god….' Muttered from Jodie and Naomi's eyes widened. Kaily found none of this shocking, or he was hiding it well.

“Which…Which ever was…was most…most recent. You'll,…um…need to be…ah…tested to see if you contracted anything.” So the good Doctor could lose his cool.

“Honestly, I couldn't tell you the last time it happened. The last time it was consensual was three and a half years ago. I've lost track over the years.” I reached up to cover a side of my face, the tick of the clock was getting to me, as was the memories.

“It gets pretty repetitive after awhile. But I would have to say the most recent would have to be when I woke up in the basement, chained to the wall. That was something new for a change. I guess people are getting more crea….”

“Stop!” It was a quiet demand. “Just stop it. Stop making up lies.” I do believe he was imagining his little Jodie in those predicaments.

“Hate to break the news, Doc. But as much as I wish they were, they aren't lies, and never will be.” I felt the prick of tears at the back of my eyes. I wouldn't let them fall.

He didn't look like he believed me.

“Sistine. Stop telling lies! The town will be forced to call your parents.”

“Good luck with that. Remember that little wood I was telling you about? Just west of Rigley? I bet if you found it, you would find yourself with two UN-a counted headstones.” Everyone except Kaily looked horrified.

“Sistine. How could you say those lies about your own parents? I bet you never had siblings either or they are still alive. Did you run away from home? Tell the truth! No more lies!”

SNAP

That was me losing it.

“How dare you! I took care of Brandon! For nine months! I helped my father deliver Brandon. I named him. Mother died just after that. I raised him. Father went three months later of a brokwn heart. I buried my own parents. they left me with three siblings to feed and take care of and I coulddn't! My only sister dies, And Brandon and Johnathan were always hungry. And I took care of them the best I could! It was just Brandon and me! Johnathan died from starvation! He fucking starved to death! And I had to save Brandon from the same fate. I had to carry my dead brothers and sister to that god damn Oak Tree so that in heaven they would be with mother and father. And when at last Brandon stopped crying I lay down next to his grave to die along with the rest of them! But God wouldn't let me die! I laid there for a week. Too weak to move, scared I was never going to die. I was found by a painter and sold off to my Master for 52 shillings. He was paid that because that was my weight and age combined! And I was toyed with, and tormented. How dare you say I lie! See the pretty little pictures your mind is making up??!! Well they aren't just pictures my mind made up to me. They are real! I will forever live with these scars as reminders! I watch as you petty things are born, grow, destroy and die! I'm left to clean up the god damn mess!” I wasn't finished. Tears poured down my face in rivers, clouding my vision. I sobbed as I watched my baby brother die over and over again. I watched as my sister lay on her death bed, making me promise she wouldn't die, and that in the summer we could all go to the fair, and suck on hard honey. Some time during my shouting I had shifted onto my knees and started leaning off the cot. My blood was pounding in my ears; something next to me was beeping erratically. My skin felt on fire. My hands tightened to the point were my nails were digging into my skin, drawing blood. Every muscle in my body was tight and ridged. I felt hands trying to grab me, but I fought them off. They were cold and rough against my over sensitive skin. I felt something rip in my arm, and the cool flow of a liquid seep down towards my wrist. Someone wrapped their arm around my waist; their skin was like lava against the skin of my stomach. It was a welcomed feeling.

“Get those two out of here!” was shouted above the chaos. I guess it was aimed at Jodie and Naomi. The room spun around me as I was lifted off the cot and placed on the floor. It must have been a corner because I could feel the walls against my shins. The cold of the floor shocked my system. The person was sitting behind me, me in between his knees. I scratched at the arm wrapped around me, but it never loosened up, only tightened. His other hand was at the back of my neck, keeping me from throwing my head back, and also keeping it bent inward towards my chest. Someone was screaming. He whispered words into my ear. I couldn't hear him over the screaming. Something wet, cold and rough was placed over my mouth. The screaming became muffled before it stopped altogether. The cloth was then placed on my forehead. He was leaning over my back, keeping me bent.

“I'm going to let go now ok. You're going to stay still right?” I couldn't remember if I nodded. He let go of my neck, but leaned his forehead on my head. I was still sobbing, tears still running down my face. He moved then. He lifted me up, and for once his touch was wanted. I didn't want to leave his arms. I looped my arms around behind his neck, and turned into his shirt. I was expecting him to put me back down on the cot. He didn't. Cold air was rushing at us, and more shouting.

“Touch her and I'll kill you.” His voice made him sound like he would.

“Where are you taking her!?” Doctor Chase was following us with five or six nurses. I could see them from over his shoulder. One nurse had a syringe filled with a clear liquid. I seized up, let go of a dry sob.

“I won't let them touch you. You're safe.” An even colder wind reached up to embrace us.

“Jodie! Come back her this moment! Jodie!” I hadn't realized they were with us. Naomi was holding my school clothes. Jodie was holding a couple of clear glass bottles. The kind that nurses use to draw liquid into a syringe.

“Call the police!” Doctor Chase had followed them out into the parking lot. We were at Naomi's jeep.

“You guys get into the back.” It wasn't a question, and I wasn't letting go.

“Tae, I'm going to put you in the front seat. But we need to move fast so you're going to have to help us out. My head still wasn't clear. There was too much shouting, my blood pounding in my ears, and the tick of the clock.

“What are you doing?! She is very sick! She needs to be kept under medical observation. You're not helping her any!” Doctor Chase stood defiant in front of the truck. I was placed on the seat. I tried to do the seatbelt myself, but my hands shook so hard I couldn't grab or hold onto it. Kaily leaned over to pull it on. I glanced into the rear-side view mirror. My eyes were puffy and red, as was the rest of my face. My hair stuck out in odd directions, and my heads were bleeding. The rip I had felt earlier had been the I.V tearing out of my arm, and blood receding down my arm. All in all, I was a mess.

 

Kaily honked the horn and revved the jeep.

“Don't hit him!” cried Jodie from the back seat. She was clutching at Naomi with tears in her eyes. For some reason, couldn't find it in me to care why she was upset. Pictures of my family flew past my eyes at the speed of light, each tearing a new whole in my heart and soul.

My beautiful baby brother. How innocent he had been. He was just learning how to speak. It was probably for the better that he died. I would have most likely fallen in love with him as a man.

 

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Ok, so kind of a cliffhanger. And a bit of incest in that last sentence but whatever. That will probably be the only thing of it, `cause I'm not into that. Ick! Review!